LESTRANGE, elister marvolo

[elister]

• ELISTER MARLOVO LESTRANGE •
Looking at my own reflection
When suddenly it changes
Violently it changes
There is no turning back now
You've woken up the demon in me

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WELCOME TO HOGWARTS!
PLEASE, TELL US THE BASICS
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My name is Elister Marlovo Lestrange. I don’t like when people call me by a nickname, my name is Elister so call me that. If you refuse to call me Elister, then simply don’t talk to me. Ok? Good. Now, I’m sixteen years old, and I was born April 1st. I’m in my sixth year hear at Hogwarts and I’m in the Slytherin house. That statement should be obvious considering whom I’m related to. I’m a halfblood, and I’m proud of it. I inherited my mother’s wand. Walnut, 12¾, dragon heartstring. To tell you the truth, it was a little overwhelmed by the wand at first, but I grew to me. I do indeed have a broom, but why use a broom when you can fly? That’s a secret. A secret among other secrets you can learn from me here.

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THEY SAY YOU LOOK JUST LIKE
GASPARD ULLIEL. DO YOU AGREE?

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You dare say I look like a filthy muggle? No, if anything that muggle looks like me and they should feel highly of that. My hair is dark brown, it sometimes comes off as black if looked at from a distance. My eyes are blue, i don't know where the color came from truly. In height i'm 5'10. I weight nearly 165 pounds. I'm not scrawny or anything, I do have a nice built body. I have a small scar on my left cheek, it's only noticeable if someone is close enough and stares constantly. I wear dark clothing, it's just something i've always liked. I'm not one for shopping so i just wear whats in my closet.

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SO. TELL ME SOME OF YOUR LIKES AND DISLIKES.
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Thins I like?...let’s see. Dark Arts I love the Dark Arts. I was told my mother was good with the DarK Magic. Dueling Another thing my mother was said to have excelled in. I’m quite comfortable with it. Snakes I can speak to snakes, something I inherited from my father. They aren’t very fun to speak to. Art I’m a artist, something neither of my parents were. I like to draw, and paint in my spare time. Books I do read, I like books about history. I even enjoy some Muggle history. Don’t tell anyone I said that. Falcons Even though falcons can eat snakes, I quite enjoy their company. They are superior beings to the smaller animal force. Learning. Learning makes the mind greater, so I appreciate it. The smell of blood. I never knew why I loved the smell of blood, I just do. I don’t know who to blame for this. Inflicting Pain There’s a sweet satisfaction that I get when I hurt someone. You don’t have to guess where that came from now do you? Practice Curses I like learning them, my mother and father used them a lot.

Things I detest…Gryffindor I dislike them. They annoy me on several levels and I wish I could get away from them. Cats They annoy me because of their meowing. And their nails are so sharp, not to mention they stink. Muggles I don’t really like them. They do such stupid things that can be seen from their history of their land. Idiots if you ask me. Mudbloods I don’t like the fact that they get the walk the halls of my school. Having no blood of real wizards, I feel like they mock me. Love It’s a irrelevant emotion, I don’t need it. Dancing Another stupid thing, I hate dancing and I hate dances. Enough said. Attending Class I love learning, but I don’t like attending classes. I don’t like being around others. OrangesI’ve never been fond of the taste of a orange, but I can tell you I like orange juice. It’s strange. Dating I don’t like dating because girls can become very clingy. Potters I leave the blame of Harry Potter for the death of my father. I don’t care that my father was evil, but he took part in the birth of me, so I owe him some gratitude.

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WHAT ARE YOU GOOD AT? AND TO GO
WITH THAT, WHAT ARE YOUR WEAKNESSES?
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I’m very Manipulative. I have those that follow me, it’s quite a reward. I’m also good at flying without a broom. It was a trait my mother had. I’m also very good at dueling, I like doing it because I can inflict pain while others watch for a reason. I’m good at casting spells with all the practice I’ve had. I have a strong knowledge and thirst for the unforgivable curses, they are fun to use. I was taught Occlumency from my cousin Draco Malfoy, my mother taught it to him.

I’m not the best at some things. I tried out for Qudditch after realizing I wasn’t much good I quit the team. I only joined to hurt people as a beater. Potions are a weak point for me, I need to get a tutor. My pride can be something that gets me down, when someone speaks about that and my father it sends me over the edge. Then there’s also my mother, she obviously isn’t alive, but I can’t stand to see her. Pictures or wanted posters.

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HOW ABOUT SOME OTHER NITPICKY THINGS?
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I do have several habits that I wish I could get read of. One example is that I ignore others. I could be in a conversation I start, and if it becomes uninteresting I walk away without a word. I have a bad habit of playing favorites with my followers. I also snap at those that won’t listen to me. I like the smell of blood, air after rain and the sweet smell of candy. I’m currently Single, I’m not really looking for a relationship. I don’t like to commit to anyone. I’m also straight, I don’t dislike men, I just don’t find them attractive.

My worst fear is to meet my father, because I feel like he would be ashamed of me. Ashamed that I haven’t avenged his death. My boggart takes the form of him, Standing and looking down at me. It hurts to see his gaze that’s of a glare. My favorite memory would have to been when I killed my grandmother’s pet. It made me feel good to be superior to something when I was a young child. My patranous takes the form of a falcon.

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WHAT ABOUT YOUR OVERALL PERSONALITY?
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If you follow what I say, then we’ll get along. I don’t like listening to authority. It’s just how I am. I like to make my own rules and follow them. I could tell you I don’t have friends, I just have followers, but I do care about them to some degree. I wouldn’t be where I am without them. I guess that’s where my father failed, he didn’t put heart into his work. He didn’t appreciate those that followed behind him. I don’t really like having conversations with people I don’t like, so I simply ignore them. If someone came to mess with me, I’d walk away and plot their torture later.

School work is important to me. It gives me a way to excel in my studies. Knowledge helps me learn things, like my father’s mistakes. So I won’t make the same mistakes as he did. I can do better with myself. I just don’t like being around big groups of people. I don’t like having to talk to a lot of people. I grew up with nothing but staff that listened to me, so I didn’t really talk to them much. I just ordered them around, and they did what was told without back lip. I hated being alone back then, but I actually like it now.

I like my family, even though they are distant and I don’t go around them. I learned a few things from my cousin Draco, my mother taught him a few things and it was passed along to me. There’s my half sister, and my half brother, they share the same blood as me so I tolerate them. Then there’s my grandma, she didn’t like me being evil but she had to love me. I was her blood. There’s also my cousin theadore, my mother killed his mother. I don’t know if he hates me, but he doesn’t speak to me.

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SO, YOU PROBABLY HAVE
AN INTERESTING FAMILY. TELL US!
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Family, here comes the secrets. My mother is Bellatrix Lestrange, and my father is Lord Voldermort. Although people seem to believe my father is Rodolphus Lestrange. I know a lot of things that I shouldn’t know. Like the fact that my father had two other children with two other women. I have a half sister that’s months older than me, and a younger half brother. Then there’s my ‘father’s’ family who took me in when my mother passed. Of course my real father died the same day as my mother. Because they both died when i was really young, the only thing i have to remember my mother by is the wand of hers, and a small scar on my cheek. It was a present from her. I’m related to the Malfoy’s and the Black’s, and some other distant relatives that I probably don’t and won’t talk to.

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HOW DID YOU GROW UP?
TELL US ABOUT YOUR HISTORY.
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As explain my family earlier, I guess it’s time to tell about how I was raised. My mother and father are both dead as you know, and the man everyone thinks is my father is locked away. The only family I had left was my grandma, who would take me in. I was left with my father ‘Lestrange’ family money and manor. My grandma, from my mothers side took me in. She said I was sort of demented, that I would do horrible things to small animals and plants. She didn’t want me to be around to cause pain to anyone. So, the deal was, I was allowed to come for a dinner every night at her home, but I was escorted back to my father’s manor to live. I had a full staff that looked after me.

After a while I was allowed to visit her home anymore. I was playing around with magic and accidentally hurt one of pets. Well…it wasn’t accidental, and I didn’t really hurt the cat, it was more like killed. She wasn’t to happy about that, so I wasn’t able to visit much anymore. Instead, she’d come to my fathers manor to visit me, to make sure I was staying up on my studies. It wasn’t exactly the best thing in the world, having no family around, just staff. They did everything I told them to though, including dueling me when I asked them to. My magic was very limited because I didn’t really have a strong teacher. I do know for a fact that if my mother were still alive, I’d be a walking prodigy of the dark arts.

I gained my letter of acceptance to Hogwarts when I turned eleven years old. I was proud, I was happy. I would be attending Hogwarts finally, but at the same time there was a anger that would fill my body as soon as I took my first steps upon the school. Both my parents met their death at the school, it was painful to walk the halls, just knowing that’s where it happened. That’s where my mother took her last breathe and that’s where my father was slaughtered by Potter. I started to hate them even more. I was placed in Slytherin, like my parents. I gained looks from those that knew my last name, they knew of my mother. If they would have known who my father really was, they would have began to taunt me I believe.

Around my forth year, I began going by the title of The Dark Prince. It was only to those close to me that I would entrust secrets into them, those that followed my every word. By that time I had a band of followers already, Selwyn, Greyback, Zabini and Flint. They liked to follow me around, at first I found them annoying like I did everyone else. But I found them quite useful, they even called me their dark prince in our company. Greyback seemed to have sweet feet for me. She’d go extra miles to impress me. I met her on the train when I came to Hogwarts my first year, but I never paid attention to her until we got to our third year. She impressed me with her skill for dueling. As for the others, they help me none the less.

I can’t tell you that I’ve always been close to my half siblings, but I do acknowledge them when we are at Hogwarts. A hi, and a hello every now and then. But we are not the best of buds. We share a secret that no one would like to know. The Children of Riddle. My fifth year I learned my patronous. It comes out in the form of a falcon and I’m very fond of it. If it would have come out like I cat, I probably would have never used it again.

I’m now in my sixth year, and I have plans that I want to put into action. But I can’t tell you those plans because I’ve told you know about myself already. I can say, just watch, wait and you’ll see. The Prince of Darkness goes into the action very soon.

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SO WE'VE TALKED ABOUT THE CHARACTER,
HOW ABOUT THE PLAYER?
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My name is AspieSel, I’m female and I’m twenty years old. I have yahoo messenger, and msn, along with aim. I found this site through caution for a Mod request. I decided to join for the position and I snagged a wanted ad. So far, I have just one character now, but I plan on making a second. Slap me if I decided to make a third and stab me if I try for a fourth. Seriously. The password is harrylovesmalfoy

Romulous looked at her bags, they weren’t that heavy at all, but by the weight he could feel she’d packed a surreal amount of clothes. It was always better to pack a lot than to not have enough. He’d packed a lot of clothes on his own, his character was said to be a man that liked to have fun, but he knew when to get his job done. So he had some party cloths and business cloths packed, he didn’t know they were going to have cloths there waiting for him already. As he pulled her bags to the room, he set them down near the bed. His bags were already in the room from when he placed them there earlier. He walked over to a dresser that had his things on it and opened it, yes, full of things he could use. Maybe after the undercover operation he could take some stuff to his house as a souvenir. It’s not liked anyone would miss it. They wouldn’t be able to return it to a store because It’d been used.

His ears wiggled a little when she agreed to the idea that they needed to practice. His idea of practice was more so taking advantage of his partner. At some point they would have to kiss each other while they were in the company of the people they were trying to bust. And if it didn’t look believable, they might get found out. There was always the classic ‘marriage problems’ but if they had marriage problems, people would be less likely to believe them when it came to helping in the drug ring. They needed to be a near perfect couple with only a few flaws that could be easily fixed. “I’m sure making out with me won’t kill you. And I promise I’d keep my hands to myself.” He said it more so as a joke, but he was half serious with it.

Romulous looked to the big bed. She’d rather sleep on the couch than rather sleep with him in a nice comfortable bed. That was sad a little, but he could understand. They were nothing more than partners, and she wasn’t the type of girl that just jumped into bed with random guys like he was with girls. Yes, Romulous was a jerk, yes he was rude, but he was a gentlemen. He was not going to let her sleep on the couch while he got the comfortable bed. “No…I’ll let you take the bed. I’ll take the couch.” He would have played nice and kept to himself while they slept. He did like to cuddle, but he wouldn’t risk that. Even when they were to sleep together, he was going to stay on his side of the bed. It’s not like someone would have a camera in their house to see if they were truly sleeping in the same bed.

“I’ve done a couple of undercover operations. It forces you to become a completely different person.” His last undercover job made him out to be a horrible person. He was a abusive man to any woman that was around him. It made him pitty women for a long time afterwards. It was also around the time his engagement was broke off because he was so observed into his job. He had to stay away from home so no one would mess with her. In his eyes he was protecting her, but he saw how that turned out.

He almost let out a huge laugh to her question. “Oh come on Gigi, I’m not a perverted man all the time. I do sleep with women, but it’s not like I need it to survive.” It was true, he had gone a long time without sleeping with another woman. And he didn’t need it all the time, it was just talk, and mainly show that he flirted with so many people. Flirting was a fun tool that often leaded to other things, and sometimes he didn’t have to resort to sex. Sometimes he just needed someone to talk to, a person that wouldn’t judge him. A person he didn’t know so his words wouldn’t mess with him the next time he saw that person like a co-worker.

He walked into the bathroom that was connected to the room, flicking on the light he looked around it. “They will. It’s easy to get people to believe things.” He would be around them the most, he didn’t want to tell her that he actually requested for her to have little interaction, he was worried about her safety. Something he could tell her when the operation was done and over with. “What kind of rules?”

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AND TO FINISH, WHO MADE THIS?
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this entire application was made by HARPER BELLE?! of caution.

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