Post by Lord Voldemort on Aug 7, 2011 20:18:07 GMT -6
tom marvolo riddle
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` full name !
Tom Marvolo Riddle
` name meanings !
Tom is the name of his Muggle father. Marvolo is the name of his pureblood wizard grandfather, Marvolo Gaunt. Riddle of course is his last name as passed down.
` nicknames !
I don't have friends but... The Dark Lord, You Know Who, He Who Must Not Be Named and My Lord all work. You call me Tom and the last thing you'll see is a flash of green light!
` gender !
Male
` birthdate & age !
December thirty-first nineteen twenty-seven. Fifty years old.
` school year !
Former Slytherin
` special positions !
Former Prefect and Head Boy
` sexuality !
a-sexual
"Probably that you're going to be eaten by a giant marshmallow or something"
[/color][/font][/center]` hair colour and style !
Slight, rare remnants of what used to be black hair on his head. Pretty much bald now.
` eye colour and shape !
It is rumored that one cannot tell the color of Voldemort's eyes as they change quite often. Most often it is reported that he has large, penetrating eyes that are accented by reddish black slits for pupils.
` weight !
157 lbs
` height !
6'1"
` distinguishing features !
Exremely pale skin, long and skinny face, nose has virtually merged into his face and left slits for nostrils.
` face claim !
Ralph Fiennes (as Voldemort)
"You can't give a Dementor the old one-two!"
[/color][/font][/center]` likes !
- power
- the Dark Arts
- Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
- the Deathly Hallows
- Horcruxes
- Slytherin house
- snakes
- Purebloods
- killing
` dislikes !
- emotions
- people
- trust
- tainted wizarding blood
- Muggles
- his first name
- his father
- Hufflepuff house
- Albus Dumbledore
- Mudbloods
- His weak mother
- blood traitors
- his orphanage
- YOU!
` felix felicius !
- magic
- the Dark Arts
- persuasion/control
- instilling fear and respect
- killing people!
` dementor !
Living in an orphanage, being called a freak for his natural talents.
` amorentia !
- burnt things
- rotting corpses
- IMMORTALITY
- REVENGE
- oh and he likes the smell of rain
` erised !
- to become to ultimate ruler of the wizarding world
- to master death by use of the Deathly Hallows
- to kill Albus Dumbledore
- to rid the wizarding world of impure bloodlines
` boggart !
Losing all of his power and ultimately...DYING!!
` patronus !
Doesn't have a best memory, so he is unable to perform a Patronus. But he also does not need one.
` peeves !
- disobedience
- impure blood
- Albus Dumbledore and his stupid philosophies
"First sign of madness, talking to your own head"
[/color][/font][/center]` wand !
13 1/2 in., yew, phoenix feather core
` broom !
Pssh he doesn't need one. He can flipping fly!
` pet !
green viper, Nagini, age unknown
` special ability !
Long list:
- Occulmens
- Legilimens
- Parselmouth
- Wandless Magic
- Broomless Flying
- Commands Inferi
- Possession
` side of the war !
My side!
` blood status !
Halfblood
` hogwarts house !
Former Slytherin
"Dumbledore's man through and through"
[/color][/font][/center]` mother !
Merope Riddle (nee Gaunt), deceased, Pureblood, housewife, Slytherin
` father !
Tom Ridddle Sr., deceased, Muggle
` siblings !
None
` other family !
All deceased. Distant relative in James Potter.
` important people !
No one is important to the almight Lord Voldemort!
` history !
Tom Marvolo Riddle was born December 31st on a dark, stormy night to a forbidden couple of Tom Riddle and Merope Gaunt. He was conceived under the influence of a love potion upon Tom Riddle. As the effects of said love potion, Tom Riddle Sr. abandoned his son. Tom Marvolo Riddle lived his childhood as a mischievous, lonesome child in a Muggle orphanage. He knew he possessed special powers; powers that were often used unwisely against Mugggles, and earned him a notorious, infamous reputation among other children.
One day, he was properly introduced to the world of magic and wizards by a man named Albus Dumbledore, a teacher at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Oddly enough Tom believed the idea quite easily considering the natural talents he had and...the ability to talk to snakes.
At Hogwarts, Tom Marvolo Riddle was sorted into Slytherin and began making his historic impact on the prestigious school from the start. Always impressing his teachers...always at the top of his class. Though he was never one to mingle with students of his own age. Tom considered them inferior, immature and ultimately, not as talented as him. As the years went on the prospect of power and the untaught forms of magic began to interest him even more. It was in his last two years that Tom Marvolo Riddle began to transform into his blood purist alter-ego of Lord Voldemort. Considered a minor uprising, Voldemort gathered followers while in school.
Lord Voldemort grew to power after the terror of the opening of the Chamber of Secrets. Built by Salazar Slytherin, it was destined to open for the Parselmouth descendant of Slytherin himself. The Chamber was home to the basilisk that terrorized the school and killed the ghost known today as Moaning Myrtle.
After graduating from Hogwarts, Lord Voldemort began delving into some of the oldest and dangerous forms of the Dark Arts. He set out to trim the wizarding world of impure bloodlines and rule it, all while pursuing immortality through the creation of Horcruxes. Voldemort is now at his most powerful and a threat at large to wizarding families around the world. Once he sets you as his target...there is no way you will escape alive.
"There's no need to call me sir Professor."
[/color][/font][/center]` alias !
Blake!
` age !
Why don't you just ask me personally? ;P
` experience !
Going on my third year
` characters !
None
` timezone !
Pacific Time or GMT -8.
` password !
Well I read the rules twice! I didn't see a password. You show it to me...then I'll believe it.
` suggestions !
Love this site so far! Looking forward to some diabolical Voldie killing, destruction and plottage.
` sample !
Thinking back, Alexander really had no idea why he had acted so surprised and, frankly, so harsh. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry really was the safest place in the wizarding world. Then what had him so on edge? Truthfully, it was a question that the Slytherin boy really did not want answered. He was scared of what it might mean. In this lapse of deep thought, it escaped him that his wand was brightly trained upon the body of the beautiful girl, outlining her flawless figure in the pitch black night. With a momentary expression of embarrassment, Alexander quickly pulled his wand down, saying, "Nox."
Out of the blue, it occured to him how exactly Maharet and he were so attracted to each other. Beyond physical features that were irresistable by every person in this school, they both were quite mesmerized by the prospect of power. At first it may sound somewhat childish and vague, but the world of wizards was run on that boundless, endless circle of life. The powerful lived lavishly, while the weak suffered the consequences of society. Both of them lived for that excitement; lived for that influence. But Alexander's careful, deliberate showed another side to it all. Some said that thoughts like that held you back; some say otherwise. That power hunger could just make you reckless, greedy and end up in demise. It was a never-ending conflict that Alex truly hoped to put an end to.
He was completely out of it and Maggie was more than perceptive enough to notice it. Alexander had completely disregarded and brushed off one of the women he considered closest to him. At first there was a troublesome look of sadness on her face at Alex's reply, but he tried to remain as genuine and apologetic as possible. In the end she seemed to come around to making polite, yet obviously pointless conversation. It was not a secret that these two were not much for fluffy conversation. They were more of...physical beings. "Your standards for men are quite high, but I see your standard for weather isn't. You call this 'nice outside'?" replied Alex with a sly, but bright smile. "Ah the weekly progress report to the parents. Don't you just love how much they worry for their little baby girl?" By this time, his voice was oozing with playful, teasing sarcasm...a tool that Alexander Rookwood loved to put to good use.
Alexander could not pretend to dislike the attention and physical contact he had with Maharet. It was a relationship and feeling that he rather adored. And no other woman gave him that same feeling. It was not love, no...it was much better. Feeling Maggie's warm bodice cling to his, the Slytherin boy wrapped one arm around her waist. Her smooth, blonde hair gave off a fragrance that almost always made his heart pump in overtime. Examining every curve and crevasse of her body, Alexander realized something: This was what it like to be on cloud nine. He noticed her studying him just as carefully, silently. But neither of them were perturbed by their usual fascination for each other. The dark lake and the bright stars were the last thing on his mind now.
As always, Maharet's presence made his brain shift into 'guilty pleasure' mode. It probably was not appropriate to express such ideas, so he kept to himself, not daring to break the intense eye contact with the girl. Maggie's comment caused the corners of his lips to curve up in the slightest fashion. There was another thing that attracted them: their egos. Monsterous alone. You would not want to see them put together. "I aim to please darling." replied Alexander, his voice dripping with seduction. "Well you're the mastermind here. The brainy Ravenclaw behind the operations. Why don't you suggest something?" It was quite obvious what they were both thinking, but with Alexander and Maggie it was more about...the different types of foreplay.
Out of the blue, it occured to him how exactly Maharet and he were so attracted to each other. Beyond physical features that were irresistable by every person in this school, they both were quite mesmerized by the prospect of power. At first it may sound somewhat childish and vague, but the world of wizards was run on that boundless, endless circle of life. The powerful lived lavishly, while the weak suffered the consequences of society. Both of them lived for that excitement; lived for that influence. But Alexander's careful, deliberate showed another side to it all. Some said that thoughts like that held you back; some say otherwise. That power hunger could just make you reckless, greedy and end up in demise. It was a never-ending conflict that Alex truly hoped to put an end to.
He was completely out of it and Maggie was more than perceptive enough to notice it. Alexander had completely disregarded and brushed off one of the women he considered closest to him. At first there was a troublesome look of sadness on her face at Alex's reply, but he tried to remain as genuine and apologetic as possible. In the end she seemed to come around to making polite, yet obviously pointless conversation. It was not a secret that these two were not much for fluffy conversation. They were more of...physical beings. "Your standards for men are quite high, but I see your standard for weather isn't. You call this 'nice outside'?" replied Alex with a sly, but bright smile. "Ah the weekly progress report to the parents. Don't you just love how much they worry for their little baby girl?" By this time, his voice was oozing with playful, teasing sarcasm...a tool that Alexander Rookwood loved to put to good use.
Alexander could not pretend to dislike the attention and physical contact he had with Maharet. It was a relationship and feeling that he rather adored. And no other woman gave him that same feeling. It was not love, no...it was much better. Feeling Maggie's warm bodice cling to his, the Slytherin boy wrapped one arm around her waist. Her smooth, blonde hair gave off a fragrance that almost always made his heart pump in overtime. Examining every curve and crevasse of her body, Alexander realized something: This was what it like to be on cloud nine. He noticed her studying him just as carefully, silently. But neither of them were perturbed by their usual fascination for each other. The dark lake and the bright stars were the last thing on his mind now.
As always, Maharet's presence made his brain shift into 'guilty pleasure' mode. It probably was not appropriate to express such ideas, so he kept to himself, not daring to break the intense eye contact with the girl. Maggie's comment caused the corners of his lips to curve up in the slightest fashion. There was another thing that attracted them: their egos. Monsterous alone. You would not want to see them put together. "I aim to please darling." replied Alexander, his voice dripping with seduction. "Well you're the mastermind here. The brainy Ravenclaw behind the operations. Why don't you suggest something?" It was quite obvious what they were both thinking, but with Alexander and Maggie it was more about...the different types of foreplay.
" Albus Severus..you were named for the two headmasters of Hogwarts. One of them was a Slytherin and he was probably the bravest man I ever knew."
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