Shayne Lestrange

[Shayne Lestrange]

Shayne Regulus Lestrange

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Seventeen, Slytherin, Seventh

Basics:

Full Name: Shayne Regulus Lestrange
Nickname(s): Lestrange, Shayne, nothing else.
DoB: October 31st 2005
Sexuality: Straight

The Wizarding World:

Blood Status: Pureblood
Affiliated With: Death Eaters
Wand: Yew, 12.5 inches, Dryad's tear

Appearance:

Sentences, no bullets

Hair: Shayne inherited his mother's blonde hair, the first Lestrange in recent history not to have the traditional dark hair. His hair is bright blonde and I mean bright blonde. It's almost platinum blonde. It's uncontrolable in the mornings. The battle with the comb takes place daily, but the comb never wins and often ends up being thrown to the other side of the room. However, it has it's uses. You can always spot Shayne in a crowd.
Eyes: Dark brown, almond shaped eyes. Just like his father. The eyes that have spanned several generations. Cold cruel eyes that are merciless when required to be. His eyes never give anything away, except when he's angry, and you might want to clear the area if you get the famous Lestrange glare.
Face: An aristocratic face, chiselled cheeks. His face is thin, with angled features, which shows his heritage to a tee.
Body, include weight and height: He is tall at 6'0'' and is fairly thin, but not weak, and he does have muscles just not bulging ones, obviously.

Face Claim: Luke Worrall
Other: He has a diagonal scar across his left palm. This was due to a freak accident during his childhood which involved chopping carrots, although he'd rather not smash the rumours which say it's from an epic Quidditch injury.

Personality:

Shayne Regulus Lestrange is not a nice boy, so before you think that he's going to be a way better person than his father and all of that...just no. Stop. If anything he may be a bit worse than his father. Shayne has a massive ego and believes that he is it. He hates people that question this or anything about his authority around Hogwarts when he feels they are beneath him and have no right. He will snap at you and possibly harm you if you persist in your 'stupid' words. Don't order him around - he doesn't like people telling him what to do. Shayne is very determined when he has his mind set on something and wont give up until he has obtained it.

However, Shayne likes to have a good time. He's not a very uptight person at all with his friends and is very relaxed. In fact he could be called something of a wild child. He likes alcohol, music, and wild parties, but at the same time he does well in his lessons probably because the school is pretty much run by the Death Eaters now...but still, he's an intelligent boy.

Shayne hates mudbloods and anyone below pureblood and he also doesn't like making friends with idiots - he does, however, like manipulating those that he views as less intelligent than himself. He takes pleasure in manipulating others and seeing them do absolutely ridiculous things. Shayne hates rejection. He fails to comprehend how someone could reject him when he is....well, him. He likes to win and succeed as it reminds people of just how awesome he is, and it also makes him feel pretty satisfied with himself.

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Likes:

[x]Being in control
[x] Winning
[x] Quidditch
[x] Manipulating people
[x] Alcohol
[x] Having fun
[x] Music
[x] People of good status and blood heritage
[x] Idiots
[x] His family
[x] Slaves

Dislikes:

[x] Mudbloods and halfbloods
[x] Weak people
[x] Being ordered around
[x] Cats
[x] Being bored
[x] Rejection
[x] Losing
[x] Betrayal
[x] The Black Lake
[x] First years
[x] Gryffindor "heroes"

Family:

First and Last Name, muggle or witch/wizard, occupation

Mother: Elladora (Yaxley), witch, editor for the Daily Prophet
Father: Rabastan Lestrange - deceased
Siblings: Damian Lestrange - [16]
Rodolphus Lestrange - [15]
Others (list):

History and Details: 2 paragraphs minimum

Rabastan -
Born on the 30th of August, Rabastan was never a really good kid. He was always getting into some sort of trouble no matter where he was. He and his brother, Rodolphus, were sort of close. They never really shared anything, but they always had each other's back. But, soon after he graduated from Hogwarts, Rabastan was sent to Askaban for killing a vast number of muggles. After thirteen years, he escaped with his brother and his wife, Elladora. Soon after his youngest son was born, he was killed while engaging in a fight with skilled aurors. Leaving his wife and three children behind.

Elladora -
Born on the 15th of May, Elladora was a very quite child. She never bickered with her parents and spent most of her time in her room reading and writing to her friends from school. Her parents were always hard on her, making her take classes at Hogwarts she truly hated and play quidditch. She didn't enjoy her home life, so Hogwarts became the place she liked to call home. But, after she left Hogwarts, and found she found that life outside of school could be just as good as life in Hogwarts. She met her husband, Rabastan, while out one night. Soon after, they had their three children, Shayne, Damian and Rodolphus. But, Rabastan died three months after Rodolphus was born, leaving the young mother with three small children to take care of herself.

Self History:
Born on October the 31st, a particularly stormy night, Shayne was born, the eldest Lestrange child. He was spoilt the say the least, especially after the death of his father when he was three years old. He never had to lift a finger. At first his mother did not teach Shayne about the importance of blood heritage as she wanted something....better for her first born son, but after several years she realised that the darkness was creeping back and she started to educate Shayne about how Mudbloods were scum, probably because they feared what would happen if the Dark Lord rose again and punished them.

So it came to be that the Lestrange prejudice continued for another generation. Something else that seemed to have been inherited was quidditch ability. Shayne much like his father Rabastan, took an extreme liking to Quidditch and showed great talent. His uncle took him to games and even did the fatherly thing of coaching his nephew and giving him tips in how to be greater. Shayne was a bit spoiled though and he came to believe that he was simply the best thing on the Earth - that may sound extreme but his ego is not small.

Shayne started Hogwarts at the age of eleven and was of course sorted into Slytherin. He only socialises with those of Pure blood and shuns anyone else. He may, however, use some with lesser blood to tend to his needs. Vermin should be exterminated forever, and if that isn't possible then they should be cleaning his shoes and cooking his food, not sitting next to him in classes or even looking at him.

Other:

OWL Results:
Arithmancy - E
Astronomy - O
Care of Magical Creatures - A
Charms - E
Defence Against the Dark Arts - O
Divination - P
Herbology - A
History of Magic - A
Potions - O
Transfiguration - O

Role-playing Sample:

An extract from the diary of Kianthra Lestrange, on Mora 2.0

Dear Diary,



I don't even know where to begin. Today has been strange to say the least. There's been the usual confrontations with the mudblood lovers, rumours circulating and first years flying into walls. But they weren't just any rumours this time. The main one today would have to be Paris and my brother, together. It's disgusting even to think about it. Paris would have more sense than to choose him of all people. She wouldn't choose a muggle loving traitor above one of her fellow DE members. I know her. Well, I know what she wants me to know. She's clever that girl and probably not all that she seems, but you never can tell.

And another thing, Victoire Weasley. What on earth is going on in that girl's head? I wouldn't usually spend precious time writing about that Weasel in my diary, but she's been acting really strange, even more strange than usual. I know her and my brother were an item back in fourth year, but why can't she just accept that it never going to happen. Even he has standards. She's always moping around looking at him every once in a while and when he actually speaks to her she just flips him off. That girl needs her head looking at, along with the rest of them. Seriously, the world would be better off without the lot of them. Such a waste of space, although, it does make everything a little more fun. Gryffindors are excellent target practise.

Speaking of target practise, the little Eaters are coming along well. Now I know nothing about the first years because I don't deal with them, as you well know, but the little thirds are advancing rapidly. I heard news of them attacking some hufflepuffs in the corridor on the way to Charms. Sent them to the hospital wing, one broken wrist, four growing eyebrows and a jellylegs jinx, not bad for third years. The Fifth years, well, what can I say? It must be there brilliant teacher. Three near excellent cruciatus curses on detention students. I say near excellent because there is still room for improvement, they haven't got the stamina or natural ability that I have at the curse so it's taking them a little longer to master.

In other news, I killed someone today. Just one less mudblood we have to get rid of. It's their own fault really. They should have spent more time learning their family history and not tried to tell me that I was their half-sister. Big mistake. Well, I didn't kill him myself, I delegated that task to Duros, who was actually keen to act, for once. He even transfigured the body and had it sent to the child's parents. Now even I didn't think of that and I have to admit it was totally evil. But what are the parents going to do? Come in and complain to Duros? Oh I think not. Our little puppet is more than capable of handling blood traitors, mugglebornes and half-blood parents who want to know why they received a bone in the post.

One last thing, before I sign of for the night. I received a letter today, but it was not from outside of Hogwarts. So, one of the students has sent it. And it's not one of the NO because they all have awful handwriting and probably don't have enough money between them to buy a pot of ruby ink. It's been playing on my mind all day. You're next. Next for what? It's the kind of letter I would send to Victoire Weasley or the little Potter for spreading vile rumours, so who has sent it to me? Well, I'll go and ponder that thought and prepare to track down and kill painfully whoever thought that sending me a letter such as this would be a good idea, goodnight.

Kianthra

You:

Name: Kia
Age: Eighteen
How long have your been role-playing? A very long time