Post by ru on Jul 30, 2010 19:48:43 GMT
STEPHEN OCTAVIUS LESTRANGE
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In the back of the car
On the way to the bar
I got you on my list
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OH, JUST GIVE THEM ALL B-'s AND BE DONE WITH IT!
NOW THAT'S EVIL. YEAH THANKS, I AM THE DARK LORD[/color][/font]
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AGE/DOB: 17/December Nineteenth
YEAR: Seventh Year
HOUSE: Slytherin
OCCUPATION: N/a
AFFILIATION: Death Eater
SEXUALITY: Heterosexual[/SIZE]
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[/color][/font]GOYLE, WHO DO YOU THINK IS THE UGLIEST
GIRL IN SCHOOL? HMM... OH, BUCKBEAK, FOR SURE[/color][/font]
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PLAYED BY: Kevin Flamme[/SIZE]
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[/color][/font]MAN, BACK WHEN I HAD A BODY, OOH. I HAD MAD GAME
WITH THE BITCHES. JUST ASK BELLATRIX LESTRANGE![/color][/font]
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+ sex
+ girls
+ alcohol
+ school
+ chocolate
+ rain
+ music
+ parties
+ his brother, in a way
LOATHES:
- idiots
- gryffidors
- first years
- melancholy people
- drugs
- funerals
- apples
- his sister
BOGGART:
+ getting horrible grades.
DEMENTOR: Getting dumped by Eleanor Rigby.
PATRONUS: Frog. The first summer he spent with his first love, Eleanor.
VERITASERUM:
+ He keeps a diary.
+ He still is madly in love with Eleanor
STRENGTHS:
+ partying
+ friends
+ darkness
WEAKNESSES:
- his father
- break ups
- hangovers.[/SIZE]
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[/color][/font]NOT EVERYONE INHERITED ENOUGH MONEY TO
BUY OUT NASA WHEN THEIR PARENTS DIED[/color][/font]
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FATHER: Rabastan Lestrange, 44, ministry worker, death eaters, Slytherin
SIBLINGS: ____ lestrange, seventeen, n/a, slytherin.
Athena Lestrange, seventeen, n/a, Ravenclaw
OTHER IMPORTANT FIGURES: His pet owl, Snuggles.
Averys & the Malfoys.
WEALTH STATUS: Wealthy.
BIRTHPLACE: London, England
CURRENT RESIDENCE: Ashbourne
OVERVIEW: Ah, Stephen Lestrange. The eldest of the three Lestrange children, born three minutes after his younger brother. The young man put a small smile on his father's face when he came out his mother's womb. Perhaps what made his father smile was the fact that Stephen was the first son and he also would take on the Lestrange family name. Ah, his father was proud of this and somewhere, deep down, even though at that point, Stephen had not built up any senses yet, he was proud of himself as well. His mother was as well. On December Nineteenth, two baby boys were born. But there was something that Stephen's parents didn't know. Stephen was less innocent on the inside.
Along came the next child, Athena. Alright, two boys and one girl. The family seemed perfect, but nobody was perfect, right? So Stephen's story is a bit demented. Well, like any other Pureblood family, Stephen was bred to the highest degree just like his other siblings. He was, of course, taught how to read and write. He was taught manners and wit and sometimes, he was taught that he was a wizard and how important his blood was. Stephen was influenced by his father alright. As Steph grew up, he began understanding more and more about what he was and what he should have followed. Throughout all these processes, his father was always so deadly strict unlike his mother.
Like any wizard, Stephen had gotten his acceptance letter to Hogwarts at the exact age of eleven along with his brother, Apollo. His father had told them about Hogwarts and such and this excited Stephen to a high level. When he got into the actual school, he was sorted into the house of Salazar Slytherin. This made Stephen deeply proud. Of course, again, his father informed of his former house. Sooner or later, Athena had also joined both her brothers in entering Hogwarts, but, however, she was placed in the house of Ravenclaw. Both of Rabastan Lestrange's sons were sorted into the house of their forefathers. Athena was different, Stephen could tell. He disliked this.
He built up quite a reputation whilst he was at Hogwarts. He made many friends and he was well-known as the school bully, and not to mention a total snob. He enjoyed his reputation and wished to keep it for as long as he graduated from High School. One of his major fears was to lose it. He had lost his virginity at the age of fourteen and had found his first love at the age of fifteen. Eleanor Rigby, she was called. But at the end of his sixth year, Eleanor had broken up with him due to unspoken events and this crushed Stephen's heart and life. He started doing alcohol and the boy began growing a little demented, perhaps crazy. But this was all sort of secretive. When he was high on alcohol, he would rape and cause lots of violence at times. But this didn't change his reputation because all of this was mostly secretive to the public.[/SIZE]
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[/color][/font]IF YOU SWITCH ME DRAGONS I'LL GIVE YOU MY
GUSHERS! NO, NO, NO... I HAVE A FRUIT BY THE FOOT[/color][/font]
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AGE: Sixteen
GENDER: Female
EXPERIENCE: Around five years
ANYTHING ELSE?: Nein!
RP SAMPLE: It was a lazy afternoon for the young Annabella Auerbach. She was feeling ever so tiresome. Work was always getting the young woman tiresome for some reason. She lay there, on her bed, staring at the ceiling. Her bed just did not feel the same anymore due to the last encounter she had with the Hauptmann officer. It wasn’t very pleasant at all. Rape was the only word going through her mind when he had left her apartment that night. Five seconds later, she had collapsed upon her bed, growing rather unconscious. Rolf Jager had left the young woman struck with horrors and grotesque images that were permanently bolted into her vulnerable mind. Attempting to take those thoughts out of her mind, she slowly got up and moved toward her oak desk.
She began to write a letter. The letter was to go to the police. She was going to inform them of this man, and what he had done to her. They would take it, or they wouldn’t. God only knew. What he had done was appalling, no doubt in thinking such words, and she hoped that the police would do something about it. But were they going to believe her? They were bound to trust Rolf, a Hauptmann then trust Annabella, a deprived woman. She had no defense. If she wore the Jewish armband, she was bound to be dead by then. However, she chose to keep herself undercover, but this didn’t seem to work much over the years. But, she was always successful for she always ran away.
She tapped the tip of the fountain pen upon the piece of paper. She simply did not know what to write. A few minutes later, Annabella gave up. She slowly pushed the paper away, sighing heavily to herself. She glanced outside the window. It appeared to be bright and sunny behind the lace veil she put up as a curtain. It was the only curtain she could find within a short amount of time. Her life wasn’t that bad. At least she had a home. Not many did those days due to the conditions in Berlin. Jews were being sent to death camps, so most of the apartments and buildings were pretty much empty. Nobody did choose to occupy a house where a Jew once lived. Paranoia was in bloom. People were so irritatingly brainless sometimes.
She noticed how the old lady whom owned the building kept looking at her. It was a suspicious look. Anna hoped the woman did not think of Anna as a Jew. She never did like the owner of the building but she was rather grateful that the lady let Anna rent an apartment. She was at a desperate time when she had come to the building looking for a house. The woman was ever so kind to lend Anna a hand. Back then, Anna wasn’t accused of anything and she had her papers to prove that she was purely above suspicion. But now, she wasn’t. Anna did not know what she had done to get the ridiculous woman suspicious. She hoped the woman had not contacted any authorities about it. Anyways, all the woman did was chitchat and haunt the tenants. She was a bloody nuisance in Anna’s opinion.
Annabella slowly stood from her chair. She began moving toward her living room, closing the door behind her. Fear overcame her. Her memories haunted her. They were not only the memories of the night of the rape, but also her past memories; the memories of her family. Tears built up in her eyes as the door had finally closed shut. She collapsed upon her knees. They hit the cold ground beneath her. Her eyes swelled up. She had been depressed for over a week. The tears began pouring down her eyes like a cascade. Her hand still held the door handle. The door handle felt so rusty and bitter. Her whole body was trembling with fright. She sobbed and sobbed her heart out. She then realized. That was why the old woman was getting rather suspicious. It was Annabella’s endless sobbing.
Anna slowly let go of the handle. Her wrist was still shaking. She slowly got up and gripped a nearby table for support. She pulled out a handkerchief and began to slowly dab at her swollen eyes. Those nasty memories left her wrecked. She moved over to the liquor cabinet. For some reason, Annabella had begun drinking more than usual. Again, it was probably due to her depression. She pulled out a large bottle of whiskey and poured herself a glass. She brought the cup to her pink lips and slowly sipped on it. She moved over to her record player. She put in an old record. The supple, sweet music bounced off the walls of her apartment. She moved over to her couch and sat herself down. She placed the glass on a side-table nearest to her. She felt a bit more relaxed then.
She suddenly heard a knock at the door. Her heartbeat quickened. Could it be? No, it couldn’t be him. She grew slightly cautious. She slowly got up and moved to her record player, turning off the music. The room went silent. She then sauntered over to her door. With all her confidence still left inside of her, she glanced through the peek-hole. Ah, she breathed out a sigh of relief. It was only Agatha, the old lady. Agatha must have heard Annabella’s sobs. Everyone heard her sobs. Heck, she had even gotten some complaints from her next door neighbors. But could Anna really help it? With assurance, she sluggishly opened her door.
”Ah, Agatha. Kann ich irgendetwas für Sie tun können-“ she stopped, for something had stung her. At the corner of her coffee eyes, she caught the glimpse of the figure of a man. She turned toward him. Pausing in her movements, she studied the man’s face. That was when it had hit her. It was him. The man whom knew she lived. Oh, great, just what she had needed. ”Nein.” she muttered underneath her breath. She turned around and began to run into her apartment. She started searching for something, anything really, to get the man off her back. She opened drawers and closets. She had to find that dagger. She always kept a dagger around in case of emergency. Ah, she had finally found it! She reached for the dagger until something caught her movements. [Translations: Ah, Agatha. Is there anything I can do for you?][/SIZE]
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