LESTRANGE, Thaddeus Eugene

name:Thaddeus Eugene Lestrange
age/year:seventeen
date of birth: August - twenty first
house/occupation: Slytherin 
bloodstatus: pureblood
wands: ebony wood - serpent scale - 11 3/4 inches - sturdy
broom: Oakshaft 79' - antique but trusty(;

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height: 6'1"
weight: 157
general description: Thaddeus isn't anything special with the ordinary dark brown hair and piercing blue eyes - alright, so maybe he does have some beautiful bright eyes, but still. He doesn't do anything too special with his hair. Keeps it cut perfectly, not one strand out of line. (Thats when the OCD tends to kick into gear) When it comes to clothing, he wears the usual jeans and a t-shirt. Most times, when seriously needed, you can see him in an elegant suite and tie. (Which is almost all the time). He fails at distinguisning features, although, he does have a visible scar across his abdomen leading to his chest. That will be described in history.
face claim: Arthur Sales

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likes: 
-torturing
-smoking
-women of all races
-night
-summers
-dark magic
-his father
-lying
-purists
-Voldemort (an idle)
-classical music
-classy everything
dislikes: 
-being played
-sleazy women (although he loves taking advantage of that)
-being alone
-being lied too
-muggles
-being challenged
-older women
-back stabbing 'friends'
-half-breeds
-The order
-The Weasley's

strengths:
-Dark Magic 
-Manipulation; Believe it or not, he works very well with that sort of thing. It seems to get him where he wants in life.
-Sexual Promiscuity ; he does it well. Very well, and it is slightly frightening. 
weaknesses: 
-Jasmyn Morgan; he will never admit is feelings for her ever. He feels it's a waste of time even though he does have these feelings he is constantly battling every day. 
-Unreliable; constantly breaking his promises ever since his mother had passed. 
-His sister; she means the world to him, and if anything were to happen he would loose everything and go out on a whim. Possibly killing himself in the process. 
dementor:
-Watching his mother die slowly on the kitchen floor after returning home from a friends house. 
boggart: 
- Death; The death of the ones he holds dear. (his sister etc...)
mirror of erised: 
-Immortality; which, that will never happen. But a man can wish.
-Wealth; even though he already gets what he wishes, Thaddeus is always one to make his own wages and support himself.
-An honarable Wife; Don't get too excited. He wishes for someone to kneel down to him at every waking minute. Follow his orders and bear his children. Nothing more than that. Or so he thinks
amortentia: 
-Wood burning; it brings back the time his mother had camped with the two children in their own yard. 
-Sensual Flowers; The garden his mother had put together outside of the Lestrange home. It was filled with tons of wonderful smelling flowers she had arranged herself.
-Salty Smell from the Ocean; This dates back to when he was small. About Six? Witnessing his mother being brutally beaten by his uncle Rodolphus, as his father did nothing but watch. And allow the children to see.
-Fresh Baked Bread; The night of his mother murder. As soon as he had walked into that kitchen, all he could smell was fresh baked goods. After that, it still rips him apart. 
veritaserum 
-Badly beaten by his father up until his thirteenth birthday. Forcing and pushing him to turn in his fathers footsteps; which he has without second guessing it all. 
-Witnessed the death of his mother; but tends to keep that hidden. 

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mother: Felicity Celia Lestrange (nee Pucey), deceased, stay at home mother of two
father: Rabastian Eugene Lestrange, DE, fourty- something
siblings: ___ ___, Lestrange, sister, sixteen - slytherin
pets:Owl- Ulysses 
history:

On a very dark and cold night, Felicity Lestrange had begun to feel slightly heavy in her abdomen causing a bunch of uncomfortable pain. Calling for one of the house maids she had wished for her husband to take her up to St Mungo's. The time was nearing for their first born child; Reaching Mr. Lestrange, he had taken them to the hospital where, not even three hours later she had bore a healthy baby boy. Their first child. He was the light of their eyes. Well, the light of Felicity's - Rabastian had seen his son in a whole different light. A legacy to him. Someone to carry down the name and bring forth as many legacy's to come. But, not Felicity. She had seen her son as a treasure, something she had hoped for. - Rabastian stayed close to his family within the next year to come making a slight accident. A second child was placed in his wifes womb creating a daughter. - Again, Felicity was more than excited; Rabastan, not so much. Although, he had forced himself to love her the same as his son. Which had eventually grew on him. 

On his fifth birthday, Rabastan began pushing young Thaddeus to grow stronger. Taunting him with every moment he had. Teasing shoving -and at times- hitting him. Rabastan believed his son was never to young to learn the ways of growing as he did. It was then turned onto his little sister. Only four and being neglected by her won father to strengthen her mentally. - As his sixth birthday rolled around, not even a week or two after, Thaddeus had second hand witnessed the beating his mother had endured by his uncle sending her to the floor. Her screams were loud and unbearable. Something he couldn't handle. Something he couldn't stand anymore. So, being as he was her only son and a true lover of his mother, Thaddeus attempted to jump in and screamed at his mothers brother. But he didn't get too far. His father had him wrapped and tossed into the small cottage locking the doors and leaving him in the dark to scream and cry for him mother who was helpless. -- Months later, young Thad had discovered his true meaning to life. The powers he had held at only seven years old. Strangling and killing a small nest of birds. It was the only way he could take his anger out on things. 

At the age of nine, he had begun to see more anger and mental abuse being held towards his sister. It had only taken one day of a back handed slap to get Thaddeus jumping. Stepping in for his sister every time she had went through and awful beating like that. It was horrible. Watching her scream for him to stop - After that, all of the abuse was on him. -- Around the corner, school had begun sending Thaddeus to his first years. Pushing him to start school even though he didn't want to leave his mother behind knowing what she had been going through. But, he did so. And a year after that, his sister had accompanied him there. Sticking by her side fully. -- Thirteen was his darkest age. The night before Christmas, Thaddeus had stayed at his friends for the day doing it was what they had done best. Dark time rolled around and he knew he had to be home before nine, so showing up an hour early was best so that he could surprise his mother; but as soon as he had gotten to the house he heard loud yelling and bickering. Quickly, he shot to the kitchen window to see his mother and father arguing as usual. A few small blows to the face and Felicity was down gurgling and gasping for breath. It was then that he had watched his father withdraw his wand and finish her off. A large piece of him dying as he watched it all happen. His hands twitching and heart stopping. His mother, who he had loved so dearly, was dead. -- Lying to his sister, he had told her he had walked in after the incident leaving behind no trace of who had done it. But, sadly, Thaddeus was threatened by his father. 

After that moment, Thaddeus had built a small mental disorder. Or, so he had thought was small; His anger was building rapidly and more and more out of control. He had turned deadly what had seemed over night. Causing him to loose his sanity. He couldn't quite go after his father for the fear of him. Creating this monster he had become. - At the age of fifteen, Thaddeus started to really act out with a small Gryffindor girl. Not allowing her to leave his sights as he had attempted to beat her within an inch of her life. Ripping and tearing at her skin. All he wanted to do was see her hurt. See her die in pain from which his mother had. He couldn't stand seeing her live a life his mother couldn't - Happy.- Of course, with that came consequences and homeschooling. It was then that his father had brought the boy home and ripped on him even more. Showing him the pain, and then numbing it with drugs and alcohol. -- Now, returning to his seventh year, Thaddeus is more secretive about his mental issues. Hiding them from everyone, but never living down the issue that had taken place. 

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alias: Becccaaa
age: twenty-two
experience:about 6-7 years
sample:

Paris France. A beautiful place filled with lights, different scenes, friendly caring people, and not to forget... a city for lovers. The sights were enough to bring anyone back. Oh, and of course, the food. It was a little taste of heaven there. The smells that had flooded the streets. It truly was heaven. -- 'Ohh, Cordelia. Come on, you'll fall behind.' The long haired beauty allowed her camera to fall to her chest as she glanced back at the crowd of people who had been motioning for her to follow for the past few minutes. But, she couldn't help it. There wasn't a moment to miss of this place being it was her first and only time out of the states. Class trip or not, she was bound to see it all. Her giant blue eyes drifted to her friend who had stood only feet in front of her. She wasn't ready to move on just yet. Being up on the Eiffel tower was something she would never be able to do after this coming week. Home was nearing far to soon. "Alright, alright." - Cordelia slowed behind them once again. Her glance now set upon something much different, and far more interesting; Patting her friends shoulder, she placed a long finger to her plush pink lips hushing her silently. With a simple nod, she was again separated from the group. Clearly on her own free will.

The sound of her shoes clicking the stoned covered roads echoed throughout the streets. Loud chuckles escaping her as she slid around a corner. -- If anyone had described Cordelia as a person, many would have spoke of her as free spirited. Always willing to wander and seek new adventures, possibly getting herself into trouble; As said, she was wild. Not wanting to cooperated with a few rules given to her form the tour guide. It was all new to her, but what was life without a few risks? How could she live and not tell her children and grandchildren she had adventured Paris alone. Finding new places and meeting new faces. Delia had dreamed of this moment for years. Her entire life she could have only dreamed to see the beautiful city at its best, and now was her chance. -- Stopping at a small river, she made herself comfortable on a nearby bench letting out a soft sigh of relief. It was something to have been seen. Slowly, she raised her camera focusing in on the tower that had stood directly in front of her. The lights illuminating off of the glassy river. She couldn't wait to show her mother the photos. If only she could have accompanied her.

Finally, the sun had set and hid behind the sky of complete darkness. It was then that every light in the town had shone brightly bringing happiness to the small brunette. More so a sense of fulfillment. Perhaps she didn't want to leave? But, yet again, she had to. Her family was back home. And her mother would miss her dearly. -- Pushing a few strands of hair back, Delia slipped off of the bench and tucked her hands deep within her pockets continuing a journey back to her hotel. She knew she would be in for a rather harsh scolding, but well worth it. She wanted to get out. -- Slowly, she continued through the dark streets of Paris. Finding herself to be alone, and this time, slightly frightened. Maybe she should have stayed with her group. But, she would have never seen the sun set. Nor would she have seen the beautiful lights at night. Of course she would have seen them from the hotel, but that was different. Tonight she had gotten to see them in person and out in the open.

Turning one of many corners, Cordelia found herself coming to a complete stop. There in front of her had stood a man. A rather large man who had been dressed upright. Her stomach twisted as she found herself stepping back slowly, trying to avoid him. But, with her luck it was impossible. 'Good evening. And where might you be headed off too?' Her heat sank as she had found herself backed up to the wall. Her hands trembling as the stranger had neared her. "I am headed back to my room, now if you will please excuse me I have to go." Quickly she darted around the man and took off on a full sprint. Her breathing increasing with every moment that she had looked back. WHACK! Coming to a forced stop, Cordelia looked up to what she had ran into. It was the same man. "H-How is this p-possible?!." The question maneuvered its way form her lips quickly as she tried to run again. But the grip of the man wrapped around her neck squeezing tightly. Eerie sounds escaping him as he breathed heavily into her ear. "SOMEONE!! PLEASE HELP ME!!" Her sounds muffled with his grip as he tightened slowly.

'Take her to him.' Take her where?! -Dropping her to the ground, Cordelia found it best that she didn't run. No matter what she did, he would catch up. Instead she sat there in the fetal position pulling her legs to her chest and holding her neck. Now was the time she wished she would have stayed. What would her mother think?! Lost in France! She would never let her go again. That was IF she came back alive.