name; Rodolphus Gabriel Lestrange
nicknames; Rodolphus has quite a few nicknames, all of which are pretty much to be expected with a name such as his. It's too long for the normal person to spit out on a daily basis, not made for day-to-day wear and tear. He goes by Roddy, Rod, Rodo, Dolph, Lestrange, any of those really, and he doesn't much care. The use of a nickname does not necessarily denote a lack of respect, and so, as long as he can call the person referring to him by one of his nicknames by one in return, he truly and honestly does not give a flying fuck.
birthday; August 10, 1950.
age; 35, come August.
wand;
occupation; Hm, does being an escaped convict on the run from the law count as an occupation? He doesn't exactly get paid for what he does, but it does take up quite a bit of his time, and he likes to bitch and moan about it to his brother when he gets a chance.
(former) house; Slytherin
alliance Death Eaters.

mother; Ellan de la Fontaine.
father; Crion Lestrange.
siblings; One younger brother, Rabastan.

personality;
Manipulative - Rodolphus loves to mess with someone's mind, to make them think his way, follow his instructions to the last detail, to feel just what he wants them to feel. When Rodolphus gets started, he can twist your mind, make you kill your best friend and frame your mother for it, dump the girlfriend you begged him to set you up with because, as he put it (or was it you?), she's a cheating whore, then vote Rodolphus Lestrange, Minister of Magic, be it British, French, or Djiboutese Minister. Rodolphus is a natural politician who never got started in the politics racket, finding it way too easy to move men here and there like pawns on a chessboard. Except he doesn't really like chess. He never got the hang of it, really, and he doesn't much like it when he loses. So it's really more like, he finds it easy to mold a man's mind, like he's baking a cake. Or biscuits. Or like he's manipulating it to fit, like in a scrapbook, because he does enjoy scrapbooking. I stretched that metaphor a little far.

Power hungry - When someone starts to talk about your typical Slytherin's ambition, they mean this. They mean that they are power hungry, that they are the closest you're likely to get to one of those super villains encountered by Batman or Superman, that they more than likely want to take over the world. Though, odds are, should they ever achieve this purpose, they wouldn't know what the hell they were going to do with the world. Roddy's a bit different in this respect. See, while Roddy would love to have the world at his feet, bowing to him, he always wants something to strive for. Before he does anything, before he takes any job or joins any organisation, he makes sure that there's plenty of room for advancement. He's not about to be stuck in a dead end job or a certain level of achievement in any field, even if it is at the very top. Hey, he needs something to keep him busy.

Pseudo-sophisticated - There’s always been something just a wee bit off about the Lestrange family. Or maybe that was just Rodolphus. He would show up to all the functions, smile and shake everyone’s hands, tell the jokes in an accent heavily influenced by the French, but even before his extended stay in Azkaban, he was different from the other young men his age. They all attended the opera in Paris at least once a month, but the last time Rodolphus attended, he had too much wine and fell asleep before intermission. Rodolphus never did find amusement in the things his peers practically worshipped, and yet he still showed up to the events. He still made a strained attempt to appear as if he was one of them from time to time, put on that façade and stayed in their circle. These days, of course, he hardly even tries, considering he’s been out of the loop for a good sixteen years. These days, he is himself, and no one else, but years and years ago, he was a pseudo-sophisticate. He might have had the same breeding and a very similar upbringing as the men he surrounded himself by, but he could never really be one of them.

Very level-headed - Present Ruddy with a difficult problem, he'll solve it without (visibly) breaking a sweat. Tell him his wife's been cheating on him, he'll shake your hand, tell you thank you sir or madam, and leave the room without throwing a single nasty word in your direction. Losing your cool accomplishes nothing, aside from momentarily shocking and utterly appalling anyone in the immediate vicinity. You intimidate no one by flying off the handle at the drop of the hat, but instead show them a weakness. A weakness that can be exploited. By taking a deep breath and evaluating the situation surrounding him, Rodolphus is better able to remember the most minute of details and more prepared to take any revenge that might be necessary. Not only that, but no one can ever be sure if you're angry with them or not, which tends to leave them in a perpetual state of fear. And god he loves it when people practically pee their pants around him.

Deceptive - When I say deceptive, I don't mean that Roddy is a compulsive liar. When I say deceptive, I mean that he's a lot like Hannibal Lecter, sans the cannibalism. He's a strict vegetarian, thank you very much. Rodolphus Lestrange is a man whose reputation precedes him, whatever that reputation may be, and who, upon first meeting him, ultimately disappoints and fails to live up to that reputation. He's been referred to as a cold-blooded murderer, has been told that the crimes he has committed are the most heinous the Wizengamot ever laid eyes upon, and yet, he's civil. No, he's more than just civil, he's downright kind. He won't blast you away the moment he lays his eyes on you, he'll offer you tea and help you with any paperwork you might have. He is not a cruel or evil man, he is just a man who has done what he must to achieve his ultimate goals. And if that happens to be against the law? Shame, really, but the ends justify the means in Roddy's world.
On the other hand, many men have also praised him as a true gentlemen, the crème de la crème, a true member of the upper class here in Western Europe. But Rodolphus is not a terribly learned man, he doesn't much see the charm of Vivaldi or Mozart, aside from the fact that it's rather fun to say that first name, he doesn't really know how to play chess, and dislikes polo. He prefers doing the crossword every morning in the Daily Prophet and does his own cooking and cleaning. However, every man that has met him without either knowing or caring about his minor trouble with the law has referred to him as a sophisticated and noble man, humble and witty, the type of boy you can bring home to any mother. Roddy says this is because they are all naive and hungry for wealth, that they are eyeing his deep pockets and don't give a flying fig what he's saying or what music he listens to. And that is really rather honest of him, but he is also, as they said, rather modest and humble. He might not find himself witty and sophisticated, but he is also rather from a beer-swilling, buck-toothed Quidditch nut, spitting out crass jokes between mouthfuls of pork rinds. The truth is, yes, a full bag of money will get you quite far in this material world, but nobody wants to hang around with a dull rich man, one who will only discuss stock options and investment opportunities. That's the type of man who eats his filet mignon alone, at the head of a mile-long table built for sixty-four. Rodolphus tells the jokes none of those stuffy old men have ever heard, and when it's time for a party at the old Lestrange Manor, he has no qualms about sticking on an old Hobgoblins record and letting it spin.

A bit loopy - You don’t spend nearly half your life locked up in Azkaban without losing some of your sanity. Weaker men have found themselves starting to lose their grip on reality after just days, or even hours behind those bars. With Rodolphus Lestrange, such was not the case. He did not lose his mind that first day, or the second week, the third month, or the fourth year. Sure, he began to lose it, bit by bit, little by little, but it was a slow process. He was not a weak man, and the fact that he was sentenced to life and was not likely to ever leave that prison helped him hold onto that sanity, really. That prison was his life, and he knew it. That prison was where he was going to be in ten years, in twenty years, in sixty years, so he’d better get comfortable. He was not a high maintenance man, he was rather level headed, and as long as he wasn’t plotting his escape and rejoicing at what was a sure way out, the dementors didn’t really have anything to take away from him. But so many years in any prison, let alone Azkaban, will start to eat away at just about anyone. The memories of Azkaban, of smelling the dementors day after day, of hearing the screams of the weaker men, the men who were finally broken, of sitting in a cell, day in and day out, staring at those bars has stayed with him. Even now, he has a tendency to wash obsessively, to turn up the music when so much as a bird screams outside his window, refuses to eat anything shaped like a bar, and spends a great deal of time outdoors.



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marital status; Divorced from Bellatrix Black. Oh he sure as hell won that bet.
sexual preference; Heterosexual, thank you very much.

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