Rodolpus Lestrange - Accepted

[Rodolphus Lestrange]

Who are you?
Your name or nickname: Gwendolyn//Wendy
Age:19
How you found us:I found this site forever ago but forgot about it.

Who will you be?
Character Name:Rodolpus Lestrange
Age:
House: Former Slytherin
Rpg Sample:

It was a dark summer night, storm clouds were overhead and the rain was falling hard against the large pained windows of Lestrange manor. The large grandfather clock struck twelve disrupting the peacefulness of the rain; the sound rang through the dark empty house giving it an eerie feel. There was a loud crash on thunder on the last ring, followed by a flash of lightning that lit up town for only a second.

The large mansion was completely dark except for a small fire that was lit in the living room; Rodolpus sat on a foot stool in front of the fire, staring blankly into the golden flames in front of him. So many things were running through his head, the time was coming closer; soon it would be his duty to take on the task the dark lord had given him. He wasn’t nervous, this was not the first time the dark had called on him to organize all the death eaters together but this time it just didn’t feel right, something was missing and he knew exactly what that was.

Rodolpus looked up to the mantel on the fireplace, it was covered in unlit candles, small trinkets, and in the center was a single picture frame. His eyes went straight to the photograph, it wasn’t a very recent picture but it was a special one. It was his wedding photo, the day he married his true love so many years ago. His eyes focused upon the elegant black and green dress Bellatrix wore. He smirked a bit when he remembered how she insisted on not wearing white at their wedding and of course he gave in to her every demand. Rodolphus was not an easy man to win over, but there was something about Bella that made all that change but only for her. He watched as the young Bellatrix placed her lips upon a much younger and clean cut Rodolphus.

Since Bella’s death in the battle Rodolphus had let his appearance go a bit, he would go a while without shaving and didn’t bother to dress neatly unless he was expect at and important meeting or event. His hair hung low and shaggy, slightly in his eyes, he didn’t bother to move it to see. He wore a simple pair of dark jeans and a dark red Bulgarian Quidditch team jersey. Rodolphus looked away from picture and focused back on his task. It would be strange to not have Bellatrix at his side but the dark lord trusted him to follow through and he wasn’t going to let him down, that wasn’t the Lestrange way. He also couldn’t let down Bella, he knew this was what she wanted, and this was her goal. At times he felt her love for the dark lord was far greater than her love for him but he would never have those feelings for another person. He’s too deep in his love for power to love another person.

The sound of the living room door creaking open stopped Rodolphus’s thoughts. He turned away from the fire to see a tall man standing in the shadows, the light from the fire reflected off his long blonde hair. “What do you want Malfoy,” he spat at Lucius. Rodolpus turned back towards the fire, Lucius was not someone he wanted the company of right now; he needed to be alone, to think. He needed to plan and prepare for what was to come.