Post by RODOLPHUS LESTRANGE on Sept 22, 2012 16:39:12 GMT -5
RODOLPHUS ARMAND LESTRANGE
[/s]hoary bat.
→ wiltshire, england.
→ played by sean risley.
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Rodolphus did not have a traumatic childhood to help shape the cruel being he is today. He didn’t have some sort of psychological trauma. The only sort of “trauma” Rodolphus ever had was having a little brother. Rodolphus was the big brother who made several attempts to get rid of his baby brother, of which include attempting to get the family own to send Rebastian away in a parcel—except that the parcel was too heavy to carry and resulted in Rodolphus getting caught. There really isn’t much worth noting in his upbringing. The eldest son of a wealthy pureblood family who believed in keeping the supremacy of pureblood. Rodolphus was spoiled as a child who quickly grew aggressive and greedy. He didn’t even like to share his brother even though he seemed to hate Rebastian. He was the kind of child who would fight against anyone who told him “no” until he got his way. Rodolphus was just never a nice person when it boils down to it. He was always somewhat horrible and each year it just seemed to get worse and worse. At least he stopped trying to get rid of his brother, though. Not necessarily being nice to Rebastian but instead taking up a “Only I can be mean to him” sort of state of mind that has continued on to the present. Rodolphus only occasionally showed compassion as a child and it seemed to be reserved for when he was feeling under the weather or when his brother was hurt or ill. There was none for his parents. None for his extended family. None for the other pureblood children he grew up around.
If anything Hogwarts has only made him a more exaggerated version of who Rodolphus was as a child. A gathering of supremacist pureblood companions that seems to think he’s entitled to whatever it is that strikes his fancy. An angry hormone and power driven teenage boy who’s neglecting his responsibilities and instead prying on the weak because he enjoys it. A sadist with no sense of good or evil and right or wrong who’s adapted to getting underclassmen to do his work for him through brutality. In recent years his parents have continuously brought up such comments as “Bellatrix Black is growing into a very nice young witch” and that “She would make a very fine wife” and other such nonsense. He’s not stupid, he knows what they want, and he’s not buying it. Hogwarts isn't his second home, detention is.
•lust Rodolphus is a lecher despite his parents’ constant nagging for him to marry Bellatrix Black once he’s out of Hogwarts. He’s committed to being uncommitted, harboring an extreme distaste for being tied down. But even he’s “seeing someone” doesn’t mean he won’t see other people, and it’s not even behind the girl’s back. He makes it blatantly obvious when he’s cheating. Honestly, Rodolphus is not the kind of guy you want your sister to date. He goes through periods where he’s sweet as pie and showering the girl with compliments, gifts and romantic gestures and then out of the blue he’s a hurricane of fury. He has hit just about every girl that he has dated before and keeps them around by begging for forgiveness even though he is faking it. Cry that he’s a monster and promise never to do it again and shower the girl with romantic gestures and snuggles; the typical gestures of an abusive boyfriend. He just wants sex. That’s all. He’s a horny teenage boy who doesn’t want to marry Bellatrix despite being fond of her cruel mind.
•gluttony A glutton in both the typical sense and more cryptically, Rodolphus over-indulges on just about everything. From food to punishment, he tends to go overboard. He goes behind his family’s back to get more tattoos than more people know what to do with. He eats way more than is necessary. Standing at six feet and still growing, he is almost always hungry, but his home doesn’t always have vast amounts of food. If you’re not sure where Rodolphus is, chances are he’s in the kitchens or the Great Hall stuffing his face. He’s not just a glutton for food, but also a glutton for punishment and praise.
•sloth Never do yourself what you can get others to do more efficiently. He will get other people to do just about anything for him if he’s not feeling up to doing it for himself. This mostly centers around school and work, threatening kids to do his homework for him and hurting them if they don’t. He is very much a bully when it comes to getting out of hard work. The only time Rodolphus is willing to do something himself is when it’s something he’s passionate about which consists of bullying others and…bullying others. Slytherin stereotype, much?
•wrath Which brings us to wrath. As you can gather from Lust, Rodolphus is an aggressive person. He’s not above hitting girls, especially if he feels that they deserve it. It punches first and asks questions later. He will kick you while you’re down and keep going until he gets bored with you. His temper is fierce and his fuse incredibly short. The smallest things can set him off and once he starts it takes a while before he finally calms back down to his usual irritable state. It’s not any sort of mental disorder, contrary to what people have thought, he’s just a very angry person. Angry and violent. His anger issues are self-destructive, since he gets so pissed off at his friends and lovers and ends up chasing hem away with his aggression. He’s impatient, waiting for absolutely nothing, and prone to exacting revenge on people who he feels have done him wrong.
•envy Rodolphus wants everything, even if he doesn’t need it. If someone has something that he doesn’t he is instantly filled with jealousy and desire. He is easily jealous of what others have, both physical and mental. Despite being of a very wealthy family he just wants to have everything even if it’s of absolutely no use to him.
•greed Coinciding with Envy, since Rodolphus wants everything and anything he holds on to the few belongings he actually does have and cares about. Be it mental or physical, clearly he never learned to share. He doesn’t even like having to share his brother, who he highly dislikes, with other people. He hides his intelligence because of his greed and his need to keep everything he owns to himself. Rodolphus is incredibly selfish and pursues power like nobodies business. His greed makes him manipulative and disloyal, willing to stop at no ends to get what he desires. He’s sly and clever and petty tricks aren’t above him.
•pride He doesn’t do anything wrong, not in his eyes. He’s absolutely perfect in every way and doesn’t need to change at all. His eyes are stunning, his hair voluptuous, his skin flawless, the perfect surly lips, legs of a gazelle and the body of a god. He’s a perfect piece of art who shouldn’t be messed with. Rodolphus sees himself as above everyone else and should be waited on hand and foot. If he asks something of someone he expects it to be done right away, so really it’s more of a demand. To him, everything he does is worthy of an award so when people put him down it goes right back to Wrath. He doesn’t take criticism well and doesn’t see any of his flaws as actual flaws. He refused to acknowledge anything embarrassing about himself and if he gets humiliated in public you better watch out.
Unfortunately for Rhyle’s students he did not share the same sort of passion for teaching that some of Fairview’s staff seemed to live by. He had no attachment to his job. No drive to teach other than the fact that he needed a job and a constant alibi other than Ethan. Ethan would always support any lie Rhyle spouted, but it was certainly helpful to be able to a constant fallback when it came to his…extra curricular activities. Rhyle wasn’t passionate about teaching. He didn’t want to fill the minds of thirsty teenagers with knowledge of times long passed. He didn’t have any desire to help these kids learn and grow and experience. He simply wanted to get paid and move on with his life. He hadn’t really seen himself teaching full time, but whatever paid the bills was fine by him. It wasn’t a bad job. It wasn’t an agonizing job. He’d had much worse. It simply wasn’t his passion. But his passion didn’t exactly pay the bills so he had to suck it up and deal. He should have applied at Orchid Hills. Oh well. Whatever. No turning back now and at least it was a contract job so he wouldn’t be left unemployed any time soon. His teaching job offered many benefits when it came to his hobby, and even more benefits when it came to blending in. Because who would suspect a teacher? A man who molded the minds of eager young adults. A man who offered to supervise field trips at the last minute and pep rallies. Helpful. Harmless. Irish.
It wasn’t in his mental capacity to care about his students. It wasn’t in him to care about anyone, really. If he could have feelings for someone he had them for Ethan, but even then their friendship, be it shallow or true, was quite dysfunctional. They were bonded to one another through an invisible thread created through two months of non-stop torture. As they laid broken and battered and bloodied on cold stone floors something had formed that tied the two together. But Rhyle didn’t care much about Ethan in the long run. He didn’t care what the guy did, who he slept with, or whether the guy drank himself into the next millennia. He simply cared that what had been to done to them—him—was avenged. He simply cared about finding the twenty-three guys who had tortured them—him—and getting rid of them. Showing them the errors of their ways. Showing them why they didn’t fuck with a guy like him. Rhyle couldn’t be sure when this monster within him and broken free if whatever wall was holding it back, but now that it was out he somewhat enjoyed its presence. There was a darkness to Rhyle that couldn’t be tamed, nor did he want it to be. It was who he was and who he aspired to be. See, a part of him regretted how he chose to dispose of his catches, wherein it was very unlikely that they would be discovered and thus bring no fame to his practice. Part of Rhyle wanted to be included in the list of great killers like Ted Bundy and Zodiac. He wanted fictional anti-heroes to be based on him. He was a young sociopath and serial killer conflicted between remaining hidden and never getting caught and wanting glory and power. But California had capital punishment so he would stick to playing it safe. He still had power and control this way so it wasn’t any real loss.
It was Rhyle’s prep period and he was spending it photocopying old letter written by a soldiers while in the trenches of war, planning to hand one several copies of letters to each of his students so they had examples of what were to be written for an assignment. He’d had to write similar letters back in high school except Rhyle had a more hands on approach to how to write a trench letter. He was most certainly going to make them write it with the desks arranged as trenches and a old war movies for gunfire with the possibility of him squirting them with water using a plastic pistol. Sometimes his teaching methods seemed a bit eccentric, but for the most part they were enjoyed. Most people didn’t really like history as a subject so he made it entertaining. In his arms was a large stack of papers, sectioned off into three smaller stacks and on top clear folders that had each of the old letters in it to protect them from any more harm than they had already seen.
As he made his way back to his classroom, passing several opened doors and bits and pieces of the lectures of others in doing so. But one particular lecture caught his attention. Upon hearing the words “serial killer” he slowed down, lingering near Miss McKain’s door to listen to what she had to say, leaning against the wall just out of site of most of her students. Dark pink lips curled up into a proud sort of smile as she listened, pondering over how much applied to himself: about seventy-five percent. But over Rhyle’s years and throughout his severe fascination with people like himself he had noticed something that should be added into the Triad, which would require the Triad to change its name but that was beside the point. Rhyle pushed off of the wall and wandered into the classroom, standing a few steps inside and inviting himself into her lecture. “If you ask me,” he started, making sure to project himself clearly and calmly because his accent could be difficult to understand when he spoke too quickly. “Traumatic childhoods should be included in there. It’s not a behavior but a vast majority, if not all, of the most infamous serial killers and sociopaths had severe childhood traumas. Physical, emotional or psychological abuse. John Wayne Gacy had a verbally abusive alcoholic father. Andrei Chikatilo grew up in Soviet Ukraine during war and famine and communism, Ted Bundy didn’t know his father and it’s rumored that his mother was raped by her own father,” he went on. By this point Rhyle had joined Layla at the front of the classroom. “It’s difficult to judge, really, whether one is born a sociopath or develops into a sociopath due to these childhood traumas.” The Irishman had had no idea where her lecture was going, but his need to join in had been far too great for him not to pipe in. Besides, he had been led to believe that people enjoyed bonding over topics that they were passionate about, so he assumed his input wouldn’t really be an issue to her.
