NOTT, THEODORE THELONIOUS

[theos]

The Revolution Has Begun

"There's no need to call me sir Professor."



FULL NAME: Theodore Thelonious Nott
NICKNAMES: Some call him Theo or even Nott, but they do not dare call him Ted, nor Teddy
AGE: 15
BIRTHDAY: 13, October
SEXUALIY: Straight
BLOODLINE: Pureblood
HOUSE: Slytherin
YEAR: Fifth
JOB: n/a
SIDE: Death Eater
SPECIES/SPECIAL ABILITIES: Human/No special ablities.
CANON:


"You don't know what I'm capable of, you don't know what I've done!"



GENERAL APPEARANCE: While being only fifteen, Theodore towers over most of those in his class. He stands at about six feet already, and is still growing, thus he should be quite the sight to behold when he finally comes of age. Though he isn't the most beefy bloke on the block, it's obvious that this lean lad cannot not be pushed around so easily, and the glimmer in his onyx eyes make that suggestion quite clear. He prefers to wear his brown hair rather short, but more often than not his longer bangs find their way into his eyes, as such, the boy is constantly swiping hair away from his face so he can look upon the world with contempt. His pale skin is most becoming against his dark hair and black eyes, and it almost gives one the impression Theodore could be a vampire, though surely he is not.

When it comes to dressing, the lad is most often spotted in his Slytherin robes for school, but it is what lays underneath that matters most. He comes from a well-to-do family and certainly can afford the best the most successful tailors have to offer. Thanks to his dead mother's fashion sense she handed down to the boy, Theo is always dressed to impress, and it's usually in dark colours. He feels black has the most stunning and intimidating effect when he wears its.
MOST LIKED FEATURE: Theodore is rather fond of his thick, chocolately brown locks
MOST HATED FEATURE: His long, slender fingers remind him far too much of his mother.
HERITAGE: English
ETHNICITY: Caucasian


"The mind is not a book, to be opened at will and examined at leisure."



GENERAL PERSONALITY: Upon first glance, Theodore is every bit a gentleman. Most would say he is courteous, pleasant to be around, and he is all of those things, of course only to the other Purebloods he associates with. As we begin to peel away the layers of Theodore Nott, we find he is not as nice as he appears. No, Theodore is not a nice boy at all. There is a very dark side to the young wizard, his father is a Death Eater after all. He prefers to operate alone, never was he interested in joining in his mate Malfoy's gang in school. Theodore found there is more freedom within the lonely dark shadows, less witnesses to claim you've done them wrong.

There is a cold spot in Theo's chest, a very dark, and wintry black void. It has always been there, at least, for as long as he can remember. This is more than likely the reason for his sadistic side. The pain of loosing his mother at such a young age strikes out in a most brutal fashion. His victims are often left deeply scarred, and terrified he will return. Though cruel, and vicious, Theodore is loyal. More loyal than most, without batting an eyelash he would lay down his life for the very few he trusts. In addition to Theo's cruel streak there is a deep set selfishness. He was taught to be proud of himself, and expect only the best, because the best is what he deserves. No one is more important to Theodore than himself. He has only himself to trust completely, hence his preference for solitude. He does not deny himself any pleasure, he hasn't the will for that.
HOBBIES: Chasing his own personal goals and dreams - Harrassing any and all of lesser blood status than he - Chatting up the fittest of witches in the school
DISLIKES: Anyone wearing sneakers - Large pools of water - Muggles/Mudbloods/the usual filth - Dirty fingernails - Thestrals - Cowards - Bright, sunny days - Over achievers while being one himself
LIKES: The sound of snow crunching under his dragonhide shoes - The jingle of gold in his coin purse - Fit witches - Charms - Poetry - Self - Solitude - Causing pain
FEARS: Swimming/he cannot - Thestrals
SECRETS: He would prefer to gain his own power over the wizarding world, rather than follow the orders of Lord Voldemort. - He wishes daily for his mother to never have passed.


"I enjoyed the meetings, too. It was like having friends."



GENERAL HISTORY: Theodore Thelonious Nott was born to an elderly wizard, and a very young mother. His father, a Death Eater, was left the responsibility to raise young Theo when his mother suffered a most unfortunate death. He was three when he witnessed his mother's demise. Her death left a gaping hole in Theo's chest. One that no one will ever be able to fill. Naturally he had countless Governesses to attempt to fill his dead mother's duties, but they could never take her place, never love him as a mother should. He learned countless lessons from the witches who cared for him. For example : He learned how to hurt them if they made him angry, how to trick them into giving him what ever it was he wished, or how to contrive schemes to land them in terribly hot water with his father, and have them sacked.

As a child he was always perfecting plans to gain his father's attention, or earn the old wizard's admiration. More often than not Theo failed miserably, he could never seem to fill his father's expectations. The little attention his father paid him also taught him a bit of independence. With his mother dead, a long line of sacked governesses under his belt, and an almost unreachable father he figured there is no one more capable of taking care of Theodore than himself. It was basically survival of the fittest in Nott Manor.

When came the time for Theo to enter Hogwarts at age eleven, he was more than ready to go. Spending the first decade of his life in a cold home only added to the appeal of the vast castle and it's surrounding grounds. There Theo could easily get lost -or so he hoped- and spend endless hours to himself. Little did he know, there would hardly be time for eating or sleeping with the load of classwork the professors set to the students each day. He nearly made a run for it during his second week after being given the sixth twenty-four inch long essay for homework. Theo never thought he'd get through it all, but he did, and quite successfully too.

Now that he has been in school for a few years, things have gotten much easier to bear, and the workload far lighter than he could have ever believed. It was even nearly time for O.W.L.S, and Theodore still found time to enjoy himself with a few of his favourite pastimes. Kicking Hufflepuffs down the corridor like they were his House-elf certainly landed him in enough detentions, but the thrill of it was definitely worth it. It was always plain to see where in life Theodore was headed, and during his fifth year he really began to blossom.

Not only was he graced with the honour of having the Dark Mark branded onto his lovely skin when he became fifteen, but he was also making his father proud by following in the old man's footsteps. He did loath being an errand boy though, as he preferred to have things done his way, and for himself and not some lazy sod that thought he was bee's knees. Theodore really wished he could go off on his own and find a way to attain the same power The Dark Lord was claiming for himself, but instead, he kept his gob shut, and did what his "master" demanded of him. Thankfully, he didn't feel the need to complain for any of the tasks set before him, for he did enjoy putting the filth soiling up the corridors in their rightful place at the bottom of the totem pole.

Currently, Theodore is doing well in all of his classes, though not easily able to hide his true nature from any. Most of the professors within the school have had the idea to keep close watch on the boy, but he finds his ways to sneak about. After all, his father is a Death Eater and had a personal hand in his son's education. Thankfully, Theo is a quick study, and has learned more advanced magic -by the threat of death of course- than most of the seventh years combined, and is hopefully well on his way to proving what a formidable opponent he can actually be. We shall all have to wait with baited breath to see how life for Theodore Nott turns out.
FAMILY: Julian Nott - father - Death Eater
Ingrid Nott - mother - deceased


"Make way for the heir of Slytherin, seriously evil wizard coming through..."



ROLEPLAY SAMPLE: "Not at all.", he stated simply, dismissing her thanks for it wasn't needed. He was being honest with her. She looked positively scrumptious, he longed for a taste, but held himself at bay. She was Grace Alexander after all. She came from a respectable Pureblood family, Theodore's father had been known to visit the Alexander home, and Theodore wasn't about to treat her like common trash, his father would have his hide if he ever caught word of his son belittling the daughter of family friends. It was amazing Julian Nott hadn't heard such tales already due to the way his son would often ridicule the poor girl.

Theodore's heart pumped wildly as Grace continued to flirt openly with him, her finger lingering on his jacket for a moment before he could feel the warmth of her fingers on his thigh. He knew she wasn't touching him, but he certainly wished she would so he could return the favor. Sometimes it was horribly painful to be a gentleman first and foremost. "Not particularly. I honestly didn't even keep track of the journey.", he spoke truthfully for he honestly couldn't remember why his feet brought him here instead of his original destination in Knockturn Alley. "Ahh... Yes. The uniform.", he nodded, remembering his black school robes that would cover his expensive clothing. "Glad to be rid of that."

He took another sip of his whiskey before brushing the hair from his eyes to allow him a better view of Grace sitting there on the stool beside him when her attention, for the second time, was called away from him. This wasn't going to do. He wouldn't get anywhere with her if she had to keep running off. Theodore nodded reluctantly, sadly understanding her position and watched her walk off toward the sods calling from their table.

Right, Theodore. Finish up the drink and head off. This is going to be a useless cause., he thought to himself, irritated that Grace was working and he couldn't drag her off to claim her as his own the way he would have liked. He brought the glass to his lips for one last time, as it was nearly empty, and slowly tipped it back to drain it of the remaining drops of Firewhiskey. It was then his focus was brought back to Grace, and he nearly smashed the glass on top of the counter as he slammed it down.

Theo didn't hear the slap that landed the object of his desire on the filthy wood floor below, but he did see the drunks at the table behind her hooting and hollering as they taunted her, and immediately anger boiled to a dangerous level. It was clear they had something to do with Grace being on the floor looking as though she was in pain. Theodore hopped from his stool, reaching out with both hands to catch Grace if she fell as she moved to sit on a chair and tend her ankle. He eyed her boots for a quick moment, figuring she hurt her ankle because of the heel when she stumbled, before he turned about sharply on his heel with a murderous glint in his eye.

Slowly, with purely intentional steps the wizard moved his way toward the blokes still "living it up" at their table as he withdrew his wand from the pocket of his silk suit jacket before training it upon the loudest first. "Langlock!", he spit, taking aim on each of the wizards in rapid succession, cursing them all quickly. Having not had nearly as much to drink as the group of men, Theodore easily was able to accomplish this feat, and there was nothing but silence coming from them.

He smirked, twirling his wand around in his fingers and he inched over to the table with his composure remaining deadly calm. "You should be pleased I only cursed you and didn't rip out your tongue with my hands.", he spoke clearly, the threat in his tone evident, and rather effective for two of the men looked as if they had soiled their trousers. Thank Merlin for alcohol and the element of surprise. "Now, you're to apologize to the young lady, or I will Petrify the lot of you, cut out your tongues and leave you to choke on your own blood." Theo gave his wand a little twitch to signal that he would release the curse if they agreed to his demands. "It would be wise not to cross me, for the Fate you would suffer would be far worse than what I can do to you." Right then, for probably the first time in his life, Theodore was thankful his father was a Death Eater and could bring about a wrath that would make any natural disaster look tame.


"Reading between the lines, I’d say she thinks you’re a bit conceited, mate."



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AGE: 24
GENDER: Male
YEARS ROLEPLAYING: Far too many to count
LOCATION: Midwest - Wisconsin
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