White gets dirty so easily...

OUT OF CHARACTER


Name: Laura
Age: 24
AIM/E-mail: i8urcookiez
Experience: Ran Fan (http://asylums.insanejournal.com/ran_fan/profile) Jared, Melinda, Bray, Molly, Alexandra
I have been in other RPGs as well but they were all on Greatest Journal and got deleted. =(
CDJ/Personal Journal: (For the contact page.) (http://twisted-momma.insanejournal.com/profile) although I hardly ever use it.
Intended Journal: Rotten_Apple (http://rotten-apple.insanejournal.com/profile) for now but I’ll make a special one for him if I get approved.
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CHARACTER

Name: Rabastan LeStrange
Age/Birthdate: 34/June 5th 1952
House/Year: Slytherin
Bloodline: Pure
Alignment: was a Death Eater, now not so sure…
Occupation: currently unemployed
Sexuality: gay

Appearance: soft dark brown hair, bright blue eyes, clear complexion, 6’4, and a lean build (like a swimmer’s) with wiry muscles.
PB: (Please provide two choices, and a link to sample icons.) Jared Leto please please please… *begs* (http://www.insanejournal.com/allpics.bml?user=rotten_apple)

Personality: (At least three decent-sized paragraphs.)
Rabastan grew up as most pure blood children did, thinking that the world was only for those with the cleanest blood and that anyone who could not document their family back to the 18th century (at least!) did not deserve to breath the same air or enjoy the same sun as those like Rabastan and his family.

Being born the second son in a pure blood family, Rabastan was basically pushed aside while his older brother was idolized. In their parents’ eyes, Rodolphus could do no wrong and Rabastan and his sister, Adelaide, were merely there to help hold the eldest up high. For this reason, Rabastan has a slightly submissive personality when around Rodolphus. Even though he grew up to be the actual bigger brother he still has the mindset of that same little boy who would get punished for not standing still when Rodolphus needed a new target for his curses.

As he grew older, Rabastan followed his brother, Rodolphus, deeper into the Dark Arts; not for want of actual interest but because his big brother was so passionate about it and it made him happy to stay by his side. With joining the Death Eaters came a new outlet for dealing with his insecurities and violent nature. Without the mask, Rabastan was the same boy-grown-into-a-man as ever, but once the mask was on he was like a different person.

The condition got worse with the passing of years, Rabastan could feel himself becoming as dark and twisted as the rest of his family. He delighted in the change at first but then began to fear it after the Dark Lord’s first fall. And the doubt in his mind has steadily been growing throughout the years, although he has always stayed by his older brother’s side.

Five Positive Traits: patient, loyal, intelligent, diligent, and creative/resourceful.
Five Negative Traits: paranoid, stubborn, restless, defensive, and mildly unhinged
Special Abilities: (Animagus, Potions Master, etc. Most characters probably won't have one.) nada

Family:
MOTHER: Eleanor (Burke)
FATHER: Maximilien
BROTHER: Rodolphus; 1950
SISTER: Adelaide; 1951
EXTENDED: Related at least distantly to all purebloods

History: (At least three or four decent paragraphs.)
Rabastan is the second born wizard to a very prominent Pure Blood family, rich from their deep family ties and knowledge of the Dark Arts. Since he is the second son of Maximilien and Eleanor Lestrange, Rabastan was always lost in his older brother, Rodolphus’, shadow, along with his older sister, Adelaide. But Rabastan never minded, having always been in awe of his big brother. In fact, he preferred his brother to anyone else in the world and followed him around in the same annoying fashion most little brothers have. Rabastan seemed not to care at all about his parents’ opinions of him, only that his big brother would not ignore him. If Rodolphus did, Rabastan would find some way to get the older boy’s attention.

While their father doted on Rodolphus and their mother took Adelaide under her wing, Rabastan was left to play by himself, often coming up with strange characters in his head which later he used during torture sessions with the Death Eaters. But from a very early age Rabastan was mostly alone, turning to books instead of his family for the answers to life, the universe, and everything else. For this reason Rabastan has always been extremely intelligent when it came to studies, but lacked certain social graces.

Hogworts was a subject of fear for Rabastan, having heard awful things from his father about the headmaster and teaching staff. However, on his first day, he found the library and immediately fell in love with the school. While at school Rodolphus often ignored Rabastan, for what reason the younger brother could never fathom. But once the Summers had begun Rabastan and Rodolphus became closer, year by year, until eventually Rodolphus seemed to hold Rabastan as a sort of equal. The two would often spend their time together with Rabastan reading aloud books about the Dark Arts, from potion making to spell casting and hexing, and Rodolphus would practice his wand work.

After graduation, Rabastan was welcomed into the folds of Death Eaters, his own brother, now a well established Wizard, the one to give him his Dark Mark. Rodolphus had even arranged an easy initiation for Rabastan- kill a mudblood girl. The only emotion Rabastan felt was worry, worry that he would not do it with enough finess or possibly miss the target? But the girl’s screams and tears did nothing to sway his heart and, besides, the proud smile on his big brother’s lips was worth it.

It was around this time in his life that Rabastan began to realize that none of the women around him, the girls he tortured or the women who followed their Lord, held any attraction for him. The men, however, were a far different story. Men like Lucius Malfoy or even the Dark Lord himself could evoke responses from his body that none of the women around them could. *Fearing that his brother would see this as an imperfection and become disgusted, Rabastan went to the Dark Lord himself to beg for a fix to his less than admirable condition. Lord Voldemort took complete advantage of the situation and broke Rabastan down, only to rebuild him in a tougher, meaner image of the old. Now more secure in his sexuality, Rabastan still told no one but became more creative in the tortures of his male victims.

When the Dark Lord fell and everyone else scattered, Rabastan, Rodolphus and Bellatrix remained, tirelessly searching for their master. But eventually the Light caught up with them and threw them away in Azkaban. They were separated and left alone.
Thankfully he vanished away from that time before the edge of insanity could be crossed.


What year are they coming from?: 1986

Three Random Facts: Rabastan has a random fear of Muggle Jell-O
(he does not understand it and therefor it freaks him out).
He secretly likes cats.
The only person who can call him “Rabs” and live is Rodolphus.

SAMPLES

Journal entry: (As the character you're applying for.)
Brother used me as a moving target again this afternoon and now I have a tail! Father and mum wouldn’t do anything, of course. In fact, father had a bit of a laugh at it so I guess I’m stuck with it until the spell wears off or it stops being so bloody amusing to him. Even Adelaide thinks it’s funny, asking “does it waaaag?”. Of course it doesn’t!
Stupid girl…

And it’s damn uncomfortable trying to sit when you have a tail, too!
Maybe if I try to find brother, ask him nice, he’ll take it off. Although, last time he tried to remove a spell from me he ended up cursing me instead! Guess it’ll wear off soon, right? I mean, school will be starting up again soon and I can’t start fourth year with a green, fluffy tail!!! >.<;;

Who would invent a spell to give a person a tail anyways?
It can’t last for much longer, I’m sure…

…Right?


Third person: (Preferably as the character. Make it something where something's happening, they're doing something, or such. If you need a prompt, just ask.)
Rabastan couldn’t believe it- blame it on his luck! Or lack, thereof…

Hanging his head, the dark haired boy looked up at the ornately carved wooden door that led into the headmaster’s office. Rodolphus graduated just last year, had been warning him all summer that the old fool would likely try to gain his trust and to be careful and look what happens the first day back! He was called up to the headmaster’s office immediately following the Welcome Feast for “personal and academic reasons”- and what the bloody hell was that supposed to mean? Still holding the parchment the note had come on, Rabastan clutched the paper tightly to his chest, relishing in the crinkling of the thick sheaf. What he wouldn’t give to simply crumple the whole thing up, lob it at the door, and walk away…

With a sigh, Rabastan regained his composure, held his head up high, and boldly marched into the headmaster’s office, not bothering to knock. Albus Dumbledore sat behind his desk, his glasses reflecting the cheerful fire in the hearth back at Rabastan, making him unable to see the old man’s eyes. ’Probably for the best,’ he thought before approaching the desk and sitting down on the edge of one of the seat’s. “Headmaster,” Rabastan spoke crisply, trying to give the old man before him his most steady glare.
It obviously didn’t work.

“Aaahh my dear, dear Mister Lestrange! Please, do you mind if I call you ‘Rabs’?” Dumbledor sat forward in his own seat, smiling benevolent down at a glaring Rabastan.

“Very much, s-” Rabastan began but was cut off by Dumbledor, steam rolling forward in that obnoxious way of his.

“Rabs it is then! Oh marvelous, marvelous! Now then, Rabs, do you know why I’ve called you here tonight?”

“To talk over whatever it is I’m saying?” Rabastan bit out sarcastically, slumping down in his seat since it was obvious his point would not be allowed to be made.

“No no, dear child! I’ve called you up here tonight to welcome you back to Hogworts.” Rabastan quirked a brow, not bothering to comment, so Dumbledore merely smiled and went on again. “You see Rabs, I’ve noticed that you, well, how should I put this… Well that you seem to idolize your older brother, Rodolphus. Am I right? Yes, I’m sure I am… And I was thinking, now that your brother has graduate- we are sad to lose him, mind you, but still… Well, now that he’s graduated and is out there in the world doing great things I’m sure, perhaps you could use these next few years to kind of stretch your own wings. You see, Rabs? You can use this as an opportunity to become your own man!”

Dumbledore stopped to take a breath and pop in a lemon drop which Rabastan seriously considered casting an Engorment charm on but decided the headmaster would catch anyways. Instead he sat fuming in his chair, hoping the old fool would call it a night and let him leave already. Rodolphus was right, Dumbledore was trying to play his games.

Seeing his chance to get this over and done with, Rabastan cleared his throat as Dumbledore was beginning to start up again. Letting his face harden into the mask his big brother had taught him to use, Rabastan leaned forward in his chair and stared ice daggers at the headmaster.

“No sir, I can’t stretch my wings in this school, sir. Would you like to know why, sir?” Rabastan bit out each word as if they were icicles flying from between his lips, his cold eyes never leaving the stunned headmaster’s face. “It’s because I don’t have wings like a Raven, or claws like a Badger or a Lion. What I’ve got is scales and fangs, and I stay close to the ground, so I am close to my roots which connect me to my family- a family which you don’t now nor will you ever hold sway over.”

Leaning back into his chair, Rabastan’s eyes never left the headmaster’s, but he did put a hand on each armrest, as if ready to spring out of his chair at any time. “You see sir, I’ve noticed that you, well, how should I put this… Well that you seem to think you can change people. Am I right? Yes, I’m sure I am… And I was thinking, now that my brother has graduate- you are sad to lose him, I know, but still… Well, now that he’s graduated and is out there in the big, wide world doing great things, perhaps you could use these next few years to kind of well…” Springing forward and kicking his chair back onto the floor, Rabastan slammed his hands down on the headmaster’s desk, eyes turning from ice to fire in the matter of seconds. “Stay the FUCK OUTOFMYBUSINESS!!”

With that Rabastan turned and sprinted out of the door, flying down the stairs and racing back to his dorm room, a manic grin plastered on his face. Oh yes, Rodolphus would be proud!



**I hope this was okay and I didn’t step on anyone’s toesies! =)
Okayed most of this with Rodolphus’ master.
Anything can be changed if it doesn’t suit your story thus far.
Thanks for taking the time to look this over!

YOU
Name: Laura
Email: Tophers_momma@ymail.com
AIM: none yet
Age: if you've got one 24

CHARACTER
Name: Jared
Age: age of the body/age of virtue 25/1 month
Sin/Virtue: Patience

Personality
Jared is almost Bob’s polar opposite. He is very confident, self assured, a real people person. He is witty and charming, almost to a fault. If you were to meet him on earth you wouldn’t believe that he was really an angel- he smokes, drinks, and fornicates up a storm. Jared is always looking for a pass to go to earth and relates better to mortals than to the other angels, which is why he finds comfort in Bob’s nonjudgmental companionship.

He became the Virtue of Patience only a month ago, when the former Patience lost the position.

Since then he has been working hard to try and figure everything out but, being a new Virtue, it's just a bit overwhelming. He relies heavily on his friends- and energy drinks.

History
Jared was born an angel and, like most of the other angels, excelled in his classes and was a perfect little boy. He was always the Teachers’ favorite, always charming his way into other people’s hearts. But once he began to study about mortals down on earth his personality began to change. Jared looked at them as if they were the most wondrous beings, besides the All Father, and soon he began acting just like them. While his studies were still excelling, Jared’s teachers could see him beginning to separate from the other angels.
Always full of patience and understanding, even at such an early age, Jared relied on these special traits when he met Bob in the library. Instead of growing agitated with the hermit of an angel, Jared saw past his little quirks and saw the being underneath it all. His friendship with Bob took up a lot of his time, however, and Jared realized at such a young age the meaning behind the saying “to have one good friend is better than to have many acquaintances”.
As more time went by, Jared begun to realize that, through his visits to earth, that he was what the humans would call “gay”. It didn’t bother him or Bob, but it did make finding a certain someone special all the harder. When the position for Virtue of Humility became available, Jared urged and pleading Bob to take it. He did, but on one condition- that Jared would join him as a virtue.
998 years went by, but Jared finally got his chance to join his friend as the Virtue of Patience only a month ago, when the former Patience lost the position. Being a new Virtue, Jared is still trying to figure things out. He has his favorite cases, as most angels do. He prefers working with new mothers and fathers during the first year of their child's life. Some times he doubts himself, and gets a little frazzled, but so far so good…

Powers: has the ability to calm people, to help them see the issue more clearly and have a less emotional outlook on the problem. while he can be cold on occassion because of this, it also helps him see from point A to point Z without getting stuck in B thru Y.



Third Person Sample

Looking down at the envelope in his hands, it was a miracle Jared didn’t crash into anyone as he walked the halls back to his rooms up in the Great Citadel; one foot following the other automatically as his fingers trembled slightly, causing the bit of paper in his hands to do the same. Stopping in front of his door, the angel seemed to finally snap out of it and pushed the door open- no need for locks when you live with only angels.

Stepping inside, the light from the two floor-to-ceiling windows flooded the room, the warm summer breeze making the long curtains dance, casting shadows on the floors and walls. White, plush furniture was placed here and there to give the studio the feeling of being lived in, but for how often someone actually slept here it might as well have been a storage shed. Jared paid all of this no mind, however, and quickly tore the envelope open, its thick paper sliding easily between his fingertips. Another good thing about Heaven- no paper cuts.

The letter now in his hands, Jared had a moment of doubt. What if it said no? What if it said yes? What if it only had two words on it- haha? Biting his bottom lip, Jared shrugged off his feelings of doubt and flipped the three-fold letter open, reading through the first paragraph quickly… and then again.

“I got it?” he spoke breathlessly, eyes wonderingly staring down at the congratulations, his mind a total blank. “Well, yeah… Of course I got it! I’m brilliant- brilliant I tell you!” Pumping his free hand into the air, Jared gave a whoop and danced on the spot, his brown and white feathered wings flapping behind him, making the curtains dance even more crazily, as if they too were congratulating him.

However his dance was cut short when he tripped over his two left feet and fell back on his butt. Blinking in surprise, Jared looked towards the still open door to make sure no one was baring witness to his failed dancing attempts and then looked back down at the letter, still clutched in his hand. He gave it a triumphant smirk and leaned back on his elbows, staring up at the high vaulted ceiling.

“Thanks.”




First Person Sample


I woke up 2 hours late because the power went out during the night and the alarm reset itself.
I rushed to get out of bed and ended up tripping over my sheets and hitting my head on the bed post.
...My ankle might be twisted too... It hurts... T_T
The hot water tank wasn't working so my shower was cold.
The neighbor's car was blocking my car in and she wouldn't move it until her stories were over.
My car window was left down all night long.
Oh, and it rained last night.
... Still raining, actually.
And I don't own an umbrella

Work might actually be a relief... *sweat drop*




Notes
Anything you might want to add
If there's anything you don't think fits, or if you think Jared might be too out there for an angel, please let me know. I was kind of hoping he could hook up with one of the Sins during their stay at the hotel but if not that is cool too. =)

Have you guys ever felt so bored that the thought of slamming your head repeatedly into the side of a brick wall sounds like loads of laughs?

Seriously- can we please plan a fucking mission? I am so bored!
If this slow streak continues on much longer I'm taking up guitar again...

*grumbles*