Post by jennx on Mar 11, 2011 4:34:00 GMT
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The Revolution Has Begun
"There's no need to call me sir Professor."
FULL NAME: Tom Marvolo Riddle
NICKNAMES: Lord Voldemort, the Dark Lord, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, You-Know-Who
AGE: 69
BIRTHDAY: Dec. 31, 1926
SEXUALITY: Conquest-driven heterosexuality
BLOODLINE: Halfblood
HOUSE: Slytherin
YEAR: n/a
JOB: Killing muggles/mudbloods, achieving immortality, taking over the world. Self-employed.
SIDE: Death Eater
SPECIES/SPECIAL ABILITIES: Parselmouth. Legillimency/Occlumency. Extreme knowledge of the Dark Arts. Possesses many horcruxes.
CANON: Yes~
"You don't know what I'm capable of, you don't know what I've done!"
GENERAL APPEARANCE: Once upon a time, young Tom Riddle was described as being quite handsome...an attribute he used well in his initial forrays into charm and manipulation. Just how far the Dark Lord has come though in regards to his means of social control (as well as his many achievements with his horcruxes) is more than apparent in what many would see as the 'decay' of those more common aesthetics he once possessed.
His attraction is now not carried by his tall, nearly skeletally gaunt form... His lethal grace more than apparent without his long, thin fingers and limbs... And his innate, power-driven charm hardly reliant on a face fit for the big or small screens. His face bears little resemblance to the student he once was, although the remnants of his high cheekbones still feature prominently in the skull like architechture of his face. His eyes, once dark and brooding, now seem a more fitting incarnation of the vision they hold- stained crimson and vertically slit like a creature of the night. His nose can hardly be called that anymore...merely two reptilian openings against a canvas of alabaster white.
Although he has no hair or lips, he would never consider donning a disguise (except for means of pure deception). A monstrous appearance? Perhaps...but one gained through the pursuit of power and piloted by a dark and deadly will that seeps through every pore and motion. If anything, the suit of flesh and bone Voldemort currently wears is more potent, more charismatic...more vocal about his true nature than his previous 'attractive' self could ever be.
MOST LIKED FEATURE: Enjoys his eyes. More specifically, enjoys the way they reflect his own image in the mirror--grandiose and powerful as it was destined to be.
MOST HATED FEATURE: Although a vast improvement from the all too human lines of flesh that once marked it, his lips have always seemed resistant in motion and intent to the grand fate awaiting him. Even now, they still remind him of his father's.
HERITAGE: English
ETHNICITY: Caucasian
"The mind is not a book, to be opened at will and examined at leisure."
GENERAL PERSONALITY: As a child born under the inherently coercive Amortentia, Voldemort's baseline psycopathy might very well be just as much a physical affliction as it is a mental incumberence. Utterly unable to empathise with either the suffering or joy of others, he sees pain outside himself as an amusing pasttime and any discomfort within himself as a burden born of external circumstances he's obligated to right at whatever cost it exacts. His quest for power and control is therefore both unquenchable and unmitigated by the lines of decency or morals, and the means always suit the one self-serving end he pursues. In short-- misery, loss and any number of bodies are just a way for him to gain the power and immortality he wants.
This, however, is not to say that he has painted himself the villain in his own mind. Consummately arrogant and narcissistic, the Dark Lord Voldemort is a mantle that was donned by his half-blood alter-ego Tom Marvolo years ago in order to acheive his image of a perfect world even at the cost of whatever 'weaker' good tendencies might have fostered themselves inside of him with time. Despite his own mixed heritage (or perhaps even because of it and the treachery and orphaned childhood it lead to), he truly believes that his rise to power and subsequent cleansing of the weaker blooded would better the wizarding world...or rather those worthy enough to be bettered within it. It is because of this stead-fast drive and unshakable sense of 'righteousness' even in the darkest paths that he can rally countless numbers behind him and instill faith and loyalty enough to propell once decent men to do even the most heinous deeds.
Now that his self-created mantle has become the very image of what he desired to see in the mirror, he still struggles to blot out the remnants of his cursed progenitors from his reflection. All he has now is all he has ever had-- himself-- and he takes great care in living up to the destiny he firmly believes he deserves. Power to destroy the dirt that sullies the blood of an empire. Control to mold the strong into a citadel of achievement that testifies to his greatness... And the immortality necessary to ensure that none of what he's gained can ever be wrested from his hands...nor his name lost to the annals of time.
~"There is no good and evil, there is only power...and those too weak to seek it."~
HOBBIES: Persuing power, studying the dark arts, manipulating people, perpetrating murder, mayhem and the elimination of all muggles and mudbloods, chasing immortality, making himself infamous
DISLIKES: The weak, the professed power of 'love', compassion, understanding, death, reminders of his heritage, dissention, disagreement, betrayal, belittlement
LIKES: power, the dark arts, watching others squirm, causing pain and mayhem, gaining followers, being exalted/feared, his own reflection in his eyes, his own notoriety
FEARS: Above all else-- death. It would mark the end of all he's worked for and the beginning of a realm he can't control, his own blood (although he's long since assured himself that he's better than that), apathy-- where there is no acknowledgement there can be no glory nor any foothold, such as fear, for control
SECRETS: His heritage, his penchant for cupcakes
"I enjoyed the meetings, too. It was like having friends."
GENERAL HISTORY:
Tom Marvolo Riddle was born an orphan and spent the earliest portions of his life unaware of his wizarding background in a muggle orphanage. Despite knowing little about the origins of his powers, he still exhibited a prodigious understanding of how to use them to their greatest malicious effect. Moving objects with his mind, hanging rabbits from rafters and traumatising other orphans into muteness. In addition, he began his earliest acts of aquisition...stealing possessions from fellow children and secreting them away in his cupboard like trophies.
At the age of eleven, young Tom was introduced to Albus Dumbledore. Although initially susicious that the elder wizard was a psyciatrist coming to cart him off to asylum...but had his doubts removed after Dumbldore demonstrated his own powers and revealed the existence of Hogwarts to the youth. Although his early studies at Hogwarts did little to curb his elitest, twisted and most-often malicious personality, a reprimand from Dumbledore turned his outward beligerance into guarded, measured actions.
He was sorted into Slytherin and forced to return to the muggle orphanage during summer breaks...something he outrightly despised. Beyond this though, he seemed the model student and became a pet of teachers the school over as well as a Prefect of the school. He began amassing a small following of fellow Slytherins, claiming them to be his friends. ...Such a thing, of course, couldn't have been farther from the truth. If anything, he used them as servants and manipulated them in pursuit of his darker interests that were never traced back to them.
It was around this time that Tom became obsessed with his heritage and began research into it feverishly. He uncovered his Slytherin ancestry, discovered the Chamber of Secrets and tamed the basilisk that lay within. ...He also found his calling in his great-grandfather's hope to "purge the school of all those who are unworthy to study magic". ...Muggle-borns of course.
In the wake of the basilisk incident that killed Moaning Myrtle, Tom took drastic action to prevent the school from being closed resulting in the defamation and expulsion of Rubeus Hagrid. Tom, on the otherhand, recieved a trophy. When the chamber of secrets was closed, he also created the first horcrux. Shortly afterwards, Tom investigated his maternal side further. Infuriated by the tale told to him by his uncle, Morfin Gaunt, he went to Little Hangleton, his paternal homeland in search of revenge and murdered his father, grandfather and grandmother with the Killing Curse.
Always the cautious one, he covered up his crimes by setting his own uncle up as the scape goat by means of altered memory.
His last year at Hogwarts was rewarded by the title of 'Head Boy' as well as a medal for magical merit. ...It wasn't long after his graduation that young Tom disappeared from the public eye...
...and resurfaced as Lord Voldemort.
FAMILY: Voldemort's father, Tom Riddle, was a well-to-do muggle. His family owned over half of the valley that the town of Little Hangleton lay in, and Thomas found himself seated as the most prominent inhabitant there. The Riddles lived in a large house with fine gardens, but were unpopular locally due to their snobbish attitudes. Tom, apparently the only child of Thomas and Mary, indulged in the typical pursuits of the upper class in the first half of the twentieth century, socialising with attractive women of his class, riding horses, and enjoying his status in the town.
Merope Gaunt, Voldemort's mother, was both the daughter of Marvolo Gaunt and the sister of Morfin Gaunt. Most importantly though, she was the grandaughter of Salazar Slytherin- "One of the four celebrated Founders of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, one of the first recorded Parselmouths, an accomplished Legilimens, and a notorious champion of pureblood supremacy." Unlike Thomas, she lived in raggedness, squalor and abuse. With the help of a love potion, she married Tom Riddle Sr. and became pregnant within three months of the wedding when she decided to stop administering the drug. Perhaps she had grown tired of living the lie and thought that her husband might have grown to love her, or that he might have stayed for the sake of their unborn child. ...Whatever the reasoning, he still left her to wander the streets alone. When she was due to give birth, she stumbled into a Muggle orphanage; within the hour, she gave birth to her only son, Tom Marvolo Riddle, and died within the next hour.
"Make way for the heir of Slytherin, seriously evil wizard coming through..."
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE: (Probably not my best, and not in Voldy's character, but any port in the storm, eh?)
Iori's eyes lidded at the strange, oh-so-out-of-place figure on the floor....one brow twitching at the renewal of the apparent 'pet name' the demon had attached to him. "Iori. My name is General Iori, hellspawn." He corrected. "And on rethinking it, I'm quite sure you've already achieved that goal." Perhaps not insane on a level where he couldn't interact with the world as it was, but certainly unhinged if this was the attitude he was taking even here...
His fingers wound about the crystal in his hands, lips tightening against one another as they rose subtly to their corners. "Your kindness really knows no bounds, does it?" He mused-- the sarcasm dry enough to hardly even be apparent. "Thinking on my self-esteem when you are so irreversibly fucked..."
At the playful innuendo though, the angel seemed to loose his grip on stoicism, grinning flirtatiously back in return. "Ah...is that what you think?" Their last encounter had hardly been as enjoyable for Iori as it had been for the more aggressive party in the cell. Looking for more...well, perhaps he was...but not nearly on the same kind of terms. Losing had never been the elder Malechite's strong suit. "I think...you need to remember just who is the prisoner here."
He held the stone in his hand aloft, allowing the finely cut edges to expel a vibrant light of pure warmth and joy. Normally a celebratory item--one that lightened the mood of a room. Here though, with a creature that detested and reviled against any semblance of love or purity... Well, he was certain he would be the only one in such a festive mood by the end of their congress here. "Given that circumstance, I thought you might need some...cheering up. Charity is a mainstay of my kind, after all..."
"Reading between the lines, I’d say she thinks you’re a bit conceited, mate."
NAME: Jenn
AGE: 25
GENDER: Female
YEARS ROLEPLAYING: At least 10
LOCATION: Georgia
HOW DID YOU FIND US: A friend strongly reccomended your site.
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