Title: LESTRANGE remy
remy lestrange - September 5, 2007 03:07 PM (GMT)
INTRODUCING...
[ remy lestrange ]
[ remy lestrange ]
[who's pulling all the strings?
name: Val
age: 20
contact: draco_malfoy_777@hotmail.com
experience: 4 years or so...
how'd you find us? through an ad.
[ w h o are you?
full name: Remy Alain Lestrange
explain the names: The meaning behind his name, Remy, is simply put as an Oarsmen - or remedy.
And his middle name, Alain, means little rock - which is perhaps the most meaningful as he is more or less the baby of the family.
nickname: Rem
age/year: 16 / 6th
house: Slytherin
any titles?: N/A
[ show some skin!
eye color: dark brown
hair color: nearly black - or really dark brown
skin tone: uh natural... somewhat pale but not deathly
celebrity portrayal: Joseph Gordon Levitt
[ let me pick your brain!
likes:
smokes
being alone
silence
waterfalls
sketching
girls - but not the awkwardness
reading / studying / getting good grades
swimming
light beer in a bottle (not a can or mug)
sand - walking in it
the rain
running
hard rock & punk music
transfiguration
the night
astronomy
dueling - its fun
dislikes:
rules
expectations
confusion
heights
tight places
close relationships / neediness
arranged marriages
being told what to do
detentions
quidditch
failing courses - and failing in general
being babied / teased
preppy things
pink
his brothers - only when they are annoying and telling him what to do
disappointments - people in him and vis versa
strengths:
loyal
smart
dueling - well, he's pretty good...
determined - err to an extent
weaknesses:
easy temper
perfectionist
quiet
fear
easily influenced/misguided
not too confident - getting lost within himself (who he is)
not thinking before he speaks
slow to take a joke
quirks:
figits
running his hand through his hair
biting his nails
twirling his quill (if has)
playing with his hands (or rather twisting them)
sarcasim
love potion:
sweet, faint smelling perfume
wet grass
the mist from waterfalls
patronus: wolf (well - at least that's how he would like to be)
boggart:
that he'll let down his
that he'll end up living a life that's not his
the future
dementor:
The worst memory would have to be way back at the age of 6 when Remy first attempted to fly on a broomstick.
He had been excited at first, and perhaps really impatient to get a start at it (maybe blame his brother who he would watch zooming across the sky). Anyway, he remembers sneaking out of the house early in the afternoon when the sun was still not so hot. He grabbed an extra broom in the shed
Well, it seemed easy enough whenever he had watched his brother, but as he kicked off he knew something was wrong.
First, he had zoomed up so fast he could hardly contain his grip on the broom. Next, he just so happened to look down at the distance between the ground and well, safe to say is, he panicked.
The next thing he knew, Remy had crashed onto the grass, and broken his arm.
But that wasn't the worst because bones could mend. Rather, the after shock of it all was that Remy was now to scared of heights and preferred to just sit down low.
personality:
Remy Lestrange is perhaps the quieter sibling and sometimes put (though he hates it) the baby of the family. He does have the harsh, cruel attitude of a Lestrange however. For one, he hardly thinks before he speaks and has a quick temper in which case he will no sooner duel the victim. But then, he is very different from his brothers; preferring the company of himself.
Though he certainly has the Lestrange charm of attracting women - or in more correct terms, his lack of interest in the whole love/romance scene. Though maybe he could just be romantic if he tried...
A more obvious trait about Remy is that he is fairly smart and appears studious - often seen with a different book in his hand. Though with this in mind he could be thought of as serious - but far from it, almost every comment that comes out his mouth is sarcastic.
This may be bacause he is less confident a person inside, but also lately the reason is more deep in that Remy is lost within himself. This may be because of his search for everything perfect in this world. He wants to understand life and the meaning behind everything. He hates not knowing.
You can call him a hypocrite as well, though he will deny it. He knows he is with his brothers - his family - with the MI. But then, everywhere he turns he can't help but seeing... Yet he doesn't understand.
Lately you can call him crazy and prefers to be alone, usually his favourite places would be the library or near the lake.
The friends he does have though, he trys to be loyal to them and just generally respects them. He'll generally hang around lounging and just talk with them, and when there is some jokes being told he'd usually be the one to laugh last and more awkwardly.
[ take a look back in time
parents: Rodolphus Lestrange & Alecto (Carrow) Lestrange
siblings:
[»] --- lestrange [seventh, eighteen, slytherin] [M]
[»] --- lestrange [sixth, sixteen, slytherin] * my twin
history: at least four paragraphs
Remy was the last born into the Lestrange family by exactly 66 seconds. He was usually if not always, treated as the younger sibling, often, he felt, being forgotten by his father. He hated this neglection, and always when he was growing up strived for the attention of both his parents. However, this often created a good competition and rivalry between his siblings, and more often than not, he would end up getting beat up by his older brother.
Then at the age of 6, that tragic day of falling off one of the family's brooms, he seemed to grow up suddenly from this attention. It might have been the lecture his father gave him afterwards. Or it might even have been the attempt at teaching him to fly and the argument afterwards. In any case, he started to quieten down from attention seeking and starting to lock himself up (not too literally) to read some book.
This seemed to worry his father more though, and the following year, Remy would often try to escape the house quietly and quickly so as not to get caught in his father's questions and more lectures.
But he had not really worry too much, because he still saw who the favourite was.
When he turned that great year of 11, Remy couldn't have had more mixed feelings of excitement and nervousness. He remembers his father finally catching up to him and locking him in the study to talk about all things Hogwarts in that serious tone. He told him of his expectations, of the houses - which were worthy which were not.
So by the time Remy was finished with the trip to Diagon Alley and walking through the great hall, he had a set mind to be in Slytherin. However, when it was his turn to put the Hat on, it had half a mind to put him in Hufflepuff.
Maybe this would have been a smarter choice given his quiet, studious nature - however, his set mind had simply begged the hat to do otherwise. So, his father had proud words when the Hat had shouted out "Slytherin."
So that first year, Remy really strove to make his father proud all the more having a silent battle within himself. Course, the expectations seemed to win for the next few years.
All in all, he spent a lot of time either in the library or near the lake, and though friends would often ask him for a round of quidditch, he would always decline one way or another.
Though there had been a time, late one evening in his 3rd year when he had sneaked out of the dorm and headed for the pitch. He had been about to kick off when he had been scared to fall off his broom by some other student.
Anyway, that was the last time he had tried to fly. Course, how could we forget his first year - the mandatory flying class. Well, what more could he do at this point but
The next 3 years at Hogwarts, went by as any would. He studied hard for his OWLS - because he hated getting anything less than a Good. When his results came this summer, he was fairly pleased with them, though they were all really good, he couldn't help but feel just a bit disappointed. For one, he could feel that someone nothing mattered and that the future was coming nearer. Still, he had no idea what he wanted and he felt he knew nothing.
[ the rest of the rest
member title: s e a r c h i n g for [perfection]
pets?: an owl
anything else about your character we should know?: no
other: that would be... no roads left
roleplay sample:
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The first impression someone who was passing by the shorter seventeen year old as he pushed his way outside was that the boy was having a rough/bad day. Maybe this guess wasn't far off from the truth either. Though the better word for it of course would have been "crappy." But 'bad' would suffice. Jacob Corner ran a hand rather rough, through his hair, all in all proving that he was a bit anxious. As he walked down the path (hardly aware of the distination) he was not even conscious of the growing amount of dark clouds that surely promised rain. But rain hardly bothered the Ravenclaw boy. You might have guessed that he rather preferred it that way - there was just something about the rain that - well, that he liked better than those hot dry days. It could have been as simple as the fact that hardly anyone would be outside in the rain - but Jake would not see it so simple as that. He knew there was always something more that that. It was always like that - in homework assignments, questions from professors. They always had some hidden message, meaning - whatever. He knew you had to look harder to get to it. It was as one of his thoughts went sometimes - people lie. Course, Mr. Corner himself did not lie. No - well, he tried to be as honest as possible - even if he wasn't the most popular at times. Course there was always the exception to be honest. He knew it, and others did as well (although they hardly showed it). No. But even now, even then - Jack was walking, talking proof that he did lie - more to himself than anyone else. But would he - the arrogant Ravenclaw - admit that? I daresay no one need to answer that. Anyway, Jacob hated talking about himself, and what was more was when a professor would hold him back after class and ask him. It was the same thing - they always said the same thing. It made him smirk even more - laugh even. Then the same reacton of a stern look followed by a "What's the matter with you?" And that's exactly what he happened say ... fifiteen minutes ago in Transfiguration. McGonagall had been her stern self (if not more) as she looked upon Corner and asked (more demanded) him to say after class. At the end of the class then, as everyone else was quickly gathering there things and heading out, Jacob seemed to work as slowly as possible in gathering his books which was all over his desk (a nice show really). He had approached the desk then where the professor pretended to be finishing off some work. A trying to be daunting show? Of course. Then it was the same. "I am disappointed in you. First you come here looking as you are." Well it wasn't his fault the damned uniforms were so - argh. Too many words to descibe the clothes. "Then you choose not to pay attention..." And she went on, Jacob feeling more and more anxious thinking about lighting up right then and there. But he did have some control. He ended up apologizing - muttering it really. He hated apologizing as well. It made him seem - weak? not right - but wrong? He hated that. He had to be right - but he was right. But now Jake had escaped from the wrath that was McGonagall. She was perhaps the worst of them all - well, save Dumbledore. OH bother. Jacob's hand quickly went into his pocket and extracted a few items from it. He looked down to see a few smaller items in which he placed back into his pocket but kept the cigarette pack. He took out his wand, placed in one of his belt loops and lit the end of the cigarette, before replacing his wand. He stopped moving finally, and took a rather larger puff than expected of the cigarette. Oh ya-- He thought, almost immediantly feeling the effect. It was a shame the cigarettes weren't stronger - course he had bewitched a few to make them stronger - but then, they had run out. Speaking of which, as he looked down at the pack in his hand he frowned. He was running low. Again. He would have to manage to smuggle them in - hmmm.... He took another puff of the cigarette as he slowly breathed out, expelling some of the smoke out of his mouth. Jacob did the next best thing and leaned up against the tree and close his eyes - almost as if he were living through the moment. What better way to spend your day? No really. Getting high or - Well. He knew the answer. It was obvious to him. Reaching absently for his second cigarette after a time, he lit it with his wand again as Jake was throwing out the other one. And the process began until he would be so rudely interrupted. |
remy lestrange - September 6, 2007 07:36 PM (GMT)
okay, so I think I put everything I needed to. Hope it's good.
madeline smith - September 6, 2007 11:45 PM (GMT)
All you need is to read the rules and include the code-word/phrase/whatev in the other section and you're good to go.
remy lestrange - September 7, 2007 02:07 AM (GMT)
Opps. Sorry dears. Can't believe I missed that...
candie_.} - September 9, 2007 02:00 AM (GMT)
ACCEPTED.
aiden's got a cousinsz, aiden's got a cousinsz. at least i think this is his cousin rofl. eitherway i love on joseph gordon-levitt, and love on you by association for using him.
aiden's got a cousinsz, aiden's got a cousinsz. at least i think this is his cousin rofl. eitherway i love on joseph gordon-levitt, and love on you by association for using him.