Resurrection... is for those who didn't get it right the first time
Traits: Malicious, Observant, Deceitful, Faithful Disorders: None Addictions: Smoking, Drinking, Sex Likes: Smoking, Drinking, Sex Dislikes: Being told what he can and can't do. Quirks: Input Info
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Origins/History
RabastanCorvusLestrange is one of Voldemort's most faithful Death Eaters, Rabastan is one of his youngest original allies, and acts as such. Whilst his half-brother Rodolphus poured his inheritance into his estate, Rabastan has spent years dallying in brothels and drinking his money, resulting in an accidental pregnancy with a Muggle. After the birth of his illegitimate son, Caelum Lestrange, Rabastan was sent to Azkaban for the murder of his child's mother and the torture of Frank and Alice Longbottom. After being released yearsย later, Rabastan instructed Fenrir to kill the boy's adopted parents in the hopes of claiming his namesake, whilst not placing himself at risk to be arrested once more. Instead, his bastard son was bitten, tainting his blood even further, and eradicating all efforts Rabastan was willing to waste in order to be a part of his son's life after his the boys murder by his own sire. Instead, Rabastan remains a womanizing sadist, and ever loyal to the Dark Lord.
Present Day
Bastan still spends most of his free time in brothals or accompanied by a new woman each night. He feels he is only required to do his job and then the rest of his time is aloted to doing as he pleases. He is genuinely a d*ck. He isn't afraid to speak his mind even if it could kill him.
Seeing as he is still alive he doesn't have trouble holding his tounge when Voldemort is involved. He is commonly known as a playboy.
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Perhaps in Slytherin you'll make your real friends those cunning folk use any means to achieve their ends. Slytherin will help you on your way to greatness!
Her brow rose at the sound of his voice but it was the only show of consideration she gave the man. Rabastan Lestrange was a hell of a name; someone with the right status and record. Alluring to be sure but Ivy knew that game well, she played it often, striving to be the most beguiling in all means and categories.
As he offered layers of flattery, petite frame stopped with a dramatic hair flip on her part. "Cut to the chase, Lestrange." Still, she wasn't at par with him when it came to the ladder of hierarchy. Her tone was kept in check despite the icy words. "I have a office full of cases I have to sort through to make sure you do your job right next time you're in the field."
Power. They had all the best pieces on the chess board, all the capability of the Ministry. Voldemort's Army ran supreme with only the Resistance to contest to them, even than...they still held all the power. There was nothing Ivy Burke found more satisfying than power.
The meeting ran late, understandably so, as they laid out the details for their next attack. There was much to do before the unforgettable event and the wedding to DIE for. It was her job to make sure everything was meticulously plan and running smoothly. After all, being detail oriented was her forte. It might have put her at odds with some of her cohorts but as long as their Lord was pleasedย with her work she didn't care.
She tucked plum tresses behind her ear as she gathered her folders and notes, emerald optics signaling the rest of her fellow birds of prey a respectful acknowledgement as the meeting finished. Petite frame stepped past the marble door frame to leave what used to be the court for the Wizengamot, obnoxiously tall heels tapping against the ground as she moved.