Post by shawnna on Oct 16, 2007 14:16:16 GMT -5
Ok I just assumed that Rodolphus and Rabastan would be twins since they are both 7th years and 17. If I am wrong let me know :]
And sorry about not posting this sooner I had some very important personal problems to deal with after I said I was going to post it.
And sorry about not posting this sooner I had some very important personal problems to deal with after I said I was going to post it.
ABOUT THE CHARACTERMimbulus Mimbletonia
Name: Rabastan Lestrange
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Year: 7th
Celebrity: Pete Wentz
Canon or Original? Cannon
Facial Properties:
Rabastan has a very unique face. It starts with his hair which is a solid black color, that reaches just below his eyes. Well, his bangs do anyway. Rabastan's hair is thick and silky but can get on his nerves because of it hanging over his eyes. He usually ruffles his bangs so they stick up and out of his way. His skin is fairly tan and you can barely tell when he is blushing. The bad thing about him being a tan color in skin is that you can tell when he is sick because he goes pale. And of course people badger him about stuff like that which to him is really annoying. The only time his skin is a light, pale color (besides when he is sick) is when it is the winter.
Rabastan has dark brown eyes that are almost black, giving him a mysterious and mischievous look behind a hood. He tends to incline his left eyebrow when he is confused or thinks some one is weird. His nose is rather large for his face because his cheeks and forehead seem too feminine for him. He is little lazy with shaving so the bottom of his chin and cheeks are usually dotted with hair stubbles. And, Rabastan doesn't have a smile. He has a smirk. If you can make him smile, you are one special person. But, when he does smile, he has two dimples that show along with his pearly whites.
Physique: Rabastan is actually pretty short compared to the rest of the boys at Hogwarts. Yes, he only stands at 5"10. He doesn't mind it all that much. Really ! He just says that its less of a fall. Besides his height, another thing that sets him apart from the other boys is that he is actually quite un-fit you could say. He isn't inactive or whatever he just, doesn't have the "washboard abs" that every other boy claims to have. His arms are built, however. That comes with being a beater.
Personality: Hmm. How would we describelittleRabastan ? Well, for one thing, he is rather annoying to everyone around him. He thinks he is superior to everyone else. He does brag a lot but that comes with being a Slytherin, right ? No that comes with being a Lestrange. Of course Rabastan loves being a Pureblood. Who wouldn't ? Rabastan may be the youngest brother but that doesn't mean he has to be the best behaved of the two children.
Rabastan really is a nice person to hang around with. When he isn't being an overbearing young man. His close friends can say that he is a very funny person. The clown of the group you could say. His attitude can change in a matter of seconds, however. He could be the clown that his friends know one minute, and the arrogant prat the rest of the world knows another. He also has a temper on him. He tries not to loose his head too often but, he's only human.
Now you might think Rabastan is a slimy git that you wouldn't talk to if your life depended on it. Theres more to Rab then what meets the eye. He's a sucker for love (not like girly girly love ). Once he sees a girl he likes, shes his. It doesn't matter who is in his way. You know that "don't let a girl come between us" crap ? Rabastan doesn't care about that. Heck, he'd fight his own brother for a girl.
Oh wait. I'm making him sound evil again. He actually isn't all that brave, though. He is more nervous then anything. He can even be paranoid most of the time. He's one of those people who flinches at his shadow after listening to a scary story. Another thing about him is that he can get kind of obsessed over something, determined or driven. He is pretty loyal, too. And Rabastan is very opinionated.
Likes:
- Pureblooded Girls
- DADA
- Tea, not any other drink
- Getting his way
- Oddly enough, homework
- Writing
- Watching the rain
- Animals, well most
- Blueberry Jam
- Flirting
- Being loud
- Giving out orders
- Attention
- Lying
Dislikes:
- Being bored
- The word "no"
- Cats
- Losing
- People who are too nice
- Potions
- People who yell at him
- Muggles/Muggle Born's
- Soggy or smashed bread
- People who aren’t his friends
- People who get more attention than him
- Music without words. Seems pointless to him
History: Rabastan Lestrange was born on the second of an October day in a quite place. He was the second child of the Lestranges. He and his brother were born twins. However, they were not identical twins. Rabastan was only a minute apart from his brother.
For being a pureblood, Rabastan didn't show that many signs of magic. When he was growing up his parents cringed at the thought of him being a squib. The only thing Rabastan knew about the matter was that he wasn't "normal". Once he got older, his parents seemed to ignore him. It really didn't matter to him because he would always have his brother.
His parents sighed a sigh of relief when Rabastan got his letter. They weren't the only ones relieved. Rabastan didn't know how his brother would act if Rab turned out to be a squib. All his worries gone, he couldn't wait to get to Hogwart's School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry. His next worry was if he was going to be sorted into the "right" house.
When Rabastan first arrived at Hogwarts he was quivering with fear. All he can remember was sitting on a cold stool and having a huge dusty hat placed on his head. Like many other students, the hat didn't ponder one minute about where to place him. It barely braced his jet black hair before it shouted "SLYTHERIN !". Once he had gotten that over with, he let his true personality show to the whole entire school.
ABOUT YOU
Name: Shawnna
Years of Experience: Almost a year now.
Sample Post:
From another site.Mitch watched the rain drops collect on the window seal he was looking out of. The hills outside seemed to roll like waves with the mist collecting at the bottom. He wished he was outside, even though it was the cold morning, because his room was hot from the fire. He sighed and crumpled up the paper he was writing on. Mitch began to examine every detail of the room. In front of an oval window near his bed (which was rather large for him) was a statue of a snake. The marble statue was a cream color but it looked pale and dramatic against his dark green curtains. The room seemed to have had had a Slytherin spirited bomb explode inside of it by the looks of everything; his curtains, bed sheets, walls, flag, and various banners. If it hadn't been for all the Slytherin pride, a wondering witch or wizard might have thought this room belonged to a Ravenclaw. Many books were laying on the somewhat dusty floor while broken quills and crumpled parchment littered his oak wood desk.
He got fed up with sitting on the window bench so he left the room. The hallway was quite and dark. It made his skin crawl uncomfortably. He did not like this. Mitch thought about calling out for someone but he was afraid of waking his father. When his father got angry, Mitch didn't feel too hot. He figured he could just hop over to his brothers room and talk but come to think about it, his brother got angry easy too. He decided not to care and see what his brother was up to. Mitch strolled down the hallway until he came upon two large doors. He knocked lightly and said in a hushed voice "Dylan ? Dylan ? Y-you up ?" There was a period of silence and then he heard a mumble "Am now" Mitch smiled once he heard his brother attempting to get out of bed. His brothers footsteps were loud and Mitch gave a cheesy smile so his brother would perhaps be in a good mood when he opened the door. "What the hell do you want at this time in the morn ?" said a grumpy male voice. Mitch watched his brother open the door. His brother was rather tall and lanky. He had surprisingly bright red hair. "Dylan ! Whatcha up ter ?" Mitchell said in a fake American accent. His accent sucked.
Dylan didn't seem too happy to see Mitch."Get lost twerp." he said getting ready to shut the door. Mitch stuck out his foot and stopped the door from closing."Don't you just looove me ?" Mitch said smiling from ear to ear as he entered his brothers room."Guh ! What is that horrible smell ? Is it your socks or just you ?" he teased. He fanned his hand in front of his nose trying to get the smell out of his nostrils."Didn't smell till' you came in" Dylan said yawning. Mitch laughed a fake laugh and plopped down on Dylan's couch. Dylan walked over to his bed and lye down again. "Oy ! I'm here still !" Mitch said. He jumped up from his seat and walked over to Dylan's bed. He looked on his brother's night stand. He seen a strange stick leaning against it so he picked it up. He rammed it into his brother's side and said "Gid up you bum !" He waited a minute for his brother to jump up and smack him. All he did was grab the stick from Mitch's hand and throw it across the room. "You mad ?! Don't do that dad will wake up !" Mitch said pushing his brother over. "Quit it Mitchell !" yelled Dylan. Mitch hated being called "Mitchell". He punched his brother on the back and said "Don't call me that !" Dylan sat up really quick and grabbed Mitch by the ear. "Punch me again and I'll knock your teeth out !" Dylan yelled.
Mitch didn't waste anytime in leaving his brothers room. He said "Git" really loud though. He wanted to make sure Dylan heard him. After wandering in the halls for a while he sat down at the kitchen table and watched the candle light flicker. He outstretched his arm on the table and ran his finger along the designs on the candle holder. Mitch felt a tingle in his nose and sneezed. Hard. The candle fell over because of his arm hitting it. He yelled in surprise and then stood there. Waiting. Waiting for his father to run down stairs and complain about how worthless he was. And of course, it wasn't like his father to disappoint him.
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