Post by anna on May 26, 2010 16:55:30 GMT
HELLO, GOOD MORNING HOW YOU DO,
CALEB ISAAC-TAYLOR LESTRANGE
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WHAT MAKES YOUR RISING SUN SO NEW?
AND I'M LIVING AGAIN, AWAKE AND ALIVE,
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DYING TO BREATH IN THESE ABUNDANT SKIES[/center]
caleb isaac-taylor lestrange
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3rd september 2004, 18
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male
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straight
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pureblood
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slytherin
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NEVER THOUGHT I COULD FALL LIKE THAT
THIS IS MY APPEARANCE
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NEVER THOUGHT I COULD HURT THIS BAD[/center]
ian somerhalder
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dark mark on left forearm, varius scarss
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LEARNING TO BREATHE, LEARNING TO CRAWL,
THIS IS MY PERSONALITY
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FINDING YOU ALONE CAN BREAK MY FALL[/center]
- ministry
- death
- being caught
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-helping his mother with her plans
-eventually take his place as dark lord (shh its a secret!)
-settling down
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mudblood eradication, sex, alcohol, drugs, smoking, being pureblooded, manipulating people, excelling in school, talking down to people, making people feel stupid, holding intelligent conversations, gossip, being talked about, being the center of attention, taking tests, being challenged, dueling, making up his own spells, bossing people around, dark arts, dark magic
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dumb people, muggles, studying, waiting for the war to begin again, being told what to do, awkward people, snobby girls, reading by candlelight, warm days, swimming, ketuchup, mayo, raw meat, being underestimated, blood traitors, countercurses
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intelligence, manipulation, persuasion, confidence in himself, sarcasm, transfiguration and just about every other class, witty comebacks
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charms, pretty girls, his family, chocolate, being right, sex, dark arts, performing magic, a challenge or a fight he has trouble backing down from either, a very hard question, puzzles
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nothing :]
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I COULD USE A FRESH BEGINNING TOO,
THIS IS MY HISTORY
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ALL OF MY REGRETS ARE NOTHING NEW[/center]
bellatrix lestrange - mother
rodolphus lestrange- father
belladonna alicia lestrange - "sister"
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lestrange manor
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The crusty plaque is really all that remains now of the descendents past, it is the only reminder that a pureblood generation untainted and untouched actually existed in the first place. Yet it sits now molding and crumbling to pieces nailed to the wall above the desk of the oldest Lestrange, the one that is the sole heir to the family fortune, to the family manor, and to the family tradition. Even though for a time Rabastan Rookwood, the younger brother, had his eye on that very same piece of wood, he had never truly taken to heart what had happened for it to achieve such a spot of fame and prestige within the family will. Certainly such a spot would be meritted though if he did have children, so that was his main goal -- to breed that was. Measures had to be taken to ensure that the Lestrange family lines were continued even well after the death of both brothers because then the family lines would seize to exist if he did not have children. Rabastan's main goal then from that day forward was marriage, and marriage he did in fact find. Marriage within the pureblood lines were normally arranged upon meeting sometimes, but other times they were set up for years and years beforehand. Rabastan had not had a planned marriage for him since school, his situation was completely different. His marriage sprung from meeting the acquaintance of one, Bellatrix Black, a pureblooded woman during one of the pureblooded social gatherings. Despite the toppling of the war and the first uprising these gatherings were slowly trickling back into the pureblood regime [ or what was left of it ]. At one of these such gatherings Bellatrix and Rodolphus first became acquainted, and it was at this such gathering that he decided that she was the one that he wanted to be his wife. She was beautiful in every aspect of the word and had a certain sort of grace and charm about her that only a pureblooded woman seemed capable of possessing. She was flawless he had decided.
Months later Rodolphus would ask Bellatrix for her hand in marriage and she would accept because what else was a pureblood couple their age supposed to do? In a world where you were becoming an endangered species there was not much else to do other than get hitched and start breeding to seek the repopulation of your species. The marriage went off without a bang, it was another upscale classical pureblood wedding with a large mansion set in the back drop of a melting red velvet sky. There were family, friends, and connections alike that came to attend this supposed gathering. The reminants of the pureblood world had showed up to see this spectacle, considering that the Lestrange family tree appeared to be expanding again. Some of it might have even been covered by the local newspaper, but it was no longer front page news considering that the Death Eaters were far from controlling the wizarding press. Despite the lack of press coverage the wedding was still something to rave about apparently, especially after the cake was cut. It seemed like a frail reminder of the days when the pureblood regime was at it's zenith, with the reunion of all those old friends and coworkers. But those feelings did not last long with the end of the wedding there was the eventual end of it including the conclusion of the day. Yet it was still a nice occasion that was talked about for years and years after. It did not take long after the wedding for the couple to actually get down to business for the purpose and the function of the pureblood family -- the newly married couple that was -- was to have children and produce heirs. It wasn't long before Jenice was pregnant and they were expecting twins they were soon to find out, one boy and one girl. The babies were born one cold evening in January, January first to be exact New Year's day! The surprise was a promising one, although however pleasant it might have seemed at the time seemed to be sucked out of the moment due to Jenice's fowl mood. Having twins had been no easy task and being pregnant had been a none-to-enjoyable experience for her. Regardless the small family had now grown and had two children to look after and take care of.
Caleb's childhood was that of the classical pureblood child, he was showered in attention and given tutors in just about every subject. His parents wasted money on every culturing experience they could find, he learned French and learned how to play the piano from an early age. In addition to this he was also allowed free roam of the all the grounds in and around the mansion and nothing seemed off limits, except for a single room -- his father's study. Naturally being curious and noisy Caleb did wander in there one day, to date it is his worse memory. Having shown signs of magic at a young age it was clear that Caleb seemed to excel quickly in whatever he picked up. His first signs of magic came one night at the dinner table when he was three years old, he was reaching for something and automatically it flew towards him. Of course it had missed his hand, but regardless it showed that he was actually possessing of magic which delighted his parents. In addition to all the culturing experinces Caleb was also exposed to the pureblood philosophy, but most of the time he did not take it seriously. He did dislike muggles though but he often fooled around when his father tried to lecture him on the evils of the muggle world. Caleb was known for fooling around and never taking much to seriously, even though he did care a lot about his work and his private tutoring sessions. At the age of ten he received his letter to Hogwarts to attend that September because he would turn eleven that year. He was excited for Hogwarts as he was for anything else because it provided a bigger more competitive area for learning. Once he received his letter to Hogwarts things went quickly from there on out. Adel attended his first year there and was sorted into Slytherin along with his sister and quickly fell into what looked like the wrong crowd to most but was really the right crowd for a Slytherin.
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THIS IS THE WAY I SAY I LOVE YOU
THIS IS MY PLAYER INFO
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THIS IS THE WAY I SAY I'M YOURS[/center]
tilly
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four
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soda
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Continuing to glare at the ground at his feet, Ryker drew his long coat closer to him. Muggle clothes had always been the cheaper alternative, and it seemed like the only cloak that he owned now was the one for his Death Eater robes. Considering the things that it stood for, Ryker decided easily that it wasn't the best idea to be walking around in such a cloak especially in broad daylight when there were people out on the streets -- however few. He didn't need another accusation flying at his face, although as relieving as it might have proved (because Azkaban would put a roof over his head again), it didn't seem like the best option. The coat in question was just as beaten as the rest of his clothes, it was frayed in places as well as contained a few scattered clothes but it was warm enough. Besides Ryker didn't mind the cold really, the moments that he spent right now where truly only some of the few that he spent out in the cold considering the whole duration of the day. Much of the day he normally spent in fur -- transformed into his animagus form, especially at night, because it was definitely a lot warmer. What was the point in trying to collect coins to buy a new cloak or even a secondhand coat when transforming to stay warm was so much cheaper? Not to mention that that beaten up coat seemed to contribute only to his pathetic appearance, so people would be less likely to suspect him being up to something. No, he just looked worn down as if someone had already driven him past the point of working to death. Currently he was sitting on this bench out of sheer free will, really he was "working," but one couldn't tell that from first glance. His poor appearance probably didn't tip anyone off to that either, but then again he usually did try and shave ever once a while since his face was normally covered in a good amount of stubble. Coughing softly into his hand he confirmed this running a hand across his chin, it was true he really was a mess.
The crunch of snow stirring nearby drifted into Ryker's thoughts as he was still trying to play inconspicuous sitting on that bench waiting for his chance to strike. But that chance, it was strange because the footsteps didn't sound as if they were heading towards the later portion of the street instead they sounded like they were getting louder. It took all his concentration and focus not to look up, as well as all his effort not to look too interested or even as if he had noticed that this female figure might very well be heading towards him. His hands crossed across his chest, Ryker continued to stare at the ground as if nothing out of the ordinary were happening but before he could really react there was a pair of shoes now straight in his line of vision. Raising his head slightly he wasn't even able to get a good look at the woman who had just approached him considering something warm and very shiny looking had just been shoved in his face. Ryker's immediate reaction would have been to snatch the piece of food that she was dangling underneath his nose and shove it into his mouth. BUT, he had control and pride to be mindful of. Neither of these things would allow him to do such a thing, yes it was food and it was warm, but it wasn't exactly what he wanted. And then again he could get food anytime he wanted, he just had to go out into the forest track it down and kill it. Certainly it was nothing quality, but it keep him alive for the most part. The heavily sweet smell of sugar was now drifting through his cold nostrils, but Ryker found himself resisting to his very core. He wouldn't take food from someone, not even if it was offered. No, he wasn't that pathetic. Ryker ground his teeth a bit trying not to get to offended, not that he had much of a temper on him anymore -- no that was easily taken out now on anything that he happened to kill that day in the form of small game animals and deer ... then again those were really gone for the winter. Ryker raised an eyebrow at her offering before raising his eyes to examine the woman handing him these things she had a big smile planted on her face, it was enough to make him feel sick .. and like he absolutely needed to steal her wallet now.
"I don't need it." Ryker snapped at her waving her arm away, he didn't push on it because he never laid a finger on a woman unless they were the ones to go after him first. And preferably even then it was only enough force to get them to stop trying to go after him. He wasn't able to hold his tongue long enough to stop himself from adding, "If really you want to do me a favor, then give me some money so I can get some damn alcohol." Her actions certainly were considerate, but Ryker was not in the league of taking that sort of generousity from people well considering that he had been well above that at one point in his life. Yet he still couldn't stop himself from speaking out, really it was a sarcastic statement but one he was certain would offend her nevertheless. As for her offering of a warming spell, Ryker scowled, "Can't you tell I'm sunbathing? That's ironic, I've got a wand of my own as well." The temperature definitely wasn't helping with his now spiteful manner any, but he wasn't going to openly admit that he was cold .. or even hungry. He never took hand-outs unless they were chucked at his head in the form of gold coins -- eating off the floor was still off limits, not until he really was starving to death, or unless he had killed it by himself. He glared at her suddenly thinking that she was the type of woman that would take everything that he had just said to heart ... and she'd probably call him out on it all. Ryker decided to save the eye roll until after her tirade ended (if it would ever start) about how he shouldn't be addicted to alcohol or something of that nature. But the thing was he wasn't addicted to alcohol ... he just couldn't get a job because.
The crunch of snow stirring nearby drifted into Ryker's thoughts as he was still trying to play inconspicuous sitting on that bench waiting for his chance to strike. But that chance, it was strange because the footsteps didn't sound as if they were heading towards the later portion of the street instead they sounded like they were getting louder. It took all his concentration and focus not to look up, as well as all his effort not to look too interested or even as if he had noticed that this female figure might very well be heading towards him. His hands crossed across his chest, Ryker continued to stare at the ground as if nothing out of the ordinary were happening but before he could really react there was a pair of shoes now straight in his line of vision. Raising his head slightly he wasn't even able to get a good look at the woman who had just approached him considering something warm and very shiny looking had just been shoved in his face. Ryker's immediate reaction would have been to snatch the piece of food that she was dangling underneath his nose and shove it into his mouth. BUT, he had control and pride to be mindful of. Neither of these things would allow him to do such a thing, yes it was food and it was warm, but it wasn't exactly what he wanted. And then again he could get food anytime he wanted, he just had to go out into the forest track it down and kill it. Certainly it was nothing quality, but it keep him alive for the most part. The heavily sweet smell of sugar was now drifting through his cold nostrils, but Ryker found himself resisting to his very core. He wouldn't take food from someone, not even if it was offered. No, he wasn't that pathetic. Ryker ground his teeth a bit trying not to get to offended, not that he had much of a temper on him anymore -- no that was easily taken out now on anything that he happened to kill that day in the form of small game animals and deer ... then again those were really gone for the winter. Ryker raised an eyebrow at her offering before raising his eyes to examine the woman handing him these things she had a big smile planted on her face, it was enough to make him feel sick .. and like he absolutely needed to steal her wallet now.
"I don't need it." Ryker snapped at her waving her arm away, he didn't push on it because he never laid a finger on a woman unless they were the ones to go after him first. And preferably even then it was only enough force to get them to stop trying to go after him. He wasn't able to hold his tongue long enough to stop himself from adding, "If really you want to do me a favor, then give me some money so I can get some damn alcohol." Her actions certainly were considerate, but Ryker was not in the league of taking that sort of generousity from people well considering that he had been well above that at one point in his life. Yet he still couldn't stop himself from speaking out, really it was a sarcastic statement but one he was certain would offend her nevertheless. As for her offering of a warming spell, Ryker scowled, "Can't you tell I'm sunbathing? That's ironic, I've got a wand of my own as well." The temperature definitely wasn't helping with his now spiteful manner any, but he wasn't going to openly admit that he was cold .. or even hungry. He never took hand-outs unless they were chucked at his head in the form of gold coins -- eating off the floor was still off limits, not until he really was starving to death, or unless he had killed it by himself. He glared at her suddenly thinking that she was the type of woman that would take everything that he had just said to heart ... and she'd probably call him out on it all. Ryker decided to save the eye roll until after her tirade ended (if it would ever start) about how he shouldn't be addicted to alcohol or something of that nature. But the thing was he wasn't addicted to alcohol ... he just couldn't get a job because.
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