Post by LORD VOLDEMORT on Apr 10, 2010 0:06:21 GMT -5
TOM MARVOLO RIDDLE.
[/font][/size][/center]hello! i am andrés and i am nineteen years old. i am boarding the male train, and i have been role playing for some years years. also, i play cole vincit. if you want to contact me, reach me at my PM box. that's all folks!
THE BASICS.
FIRST THINGS ARE ALWAYS FIRST.
[/font][/center]FIRST THINGS ARE ALWAYS FIRST.
FULL NAME : tom marvolo riddle
NICKNAMES : lord voldemort, he-who-must-not-be-named, you-know-who, the dark lord and other adorable things.
AGE : fifty-three, december 31st, 1926
GENDER : male
ETHNICITY : white/caucasian.
RELIGION : none.
SEXUALITY : heterosexual
STATUS : single
MEMBER GROUP : wizard.
BLOOD STATUS :
PLAY-BY : ralph finnes.
STARTING THINGS OFF.
JUST A LITTLE TEASER FOR THE BIG PICTURE.
[/font][/center]JUST A LITTLE TEASER FOR THE BIG PICTURE.
PATRONUS : a snake.
MIRROR OF ERISED : "himself, all-powerful and eternal"
AMORTENTIA : voldemort is incapable of love, and thus amorentia for him is odorless.
THE MINOR DETAILS.
WHY NOT EXPLORE OUR WORLD AND SEE ITS DEPTHS.
[/font][/center]WHY NOT EXPLORE OUR WORLD AND SEE ITS DEPTHS.
VOLDEMORT'S DISLIKES :
- Dumbledore, the Order of Phoenix.
- Inefficiency in his underlings.
- Failure.
- Things not turning out as he planned.
- Death, the idea that he can die.
- Muggles, muggleborns, mudbloods, squibs, blood-traitors.
- Opposition.
- His parents, the circumstances of his birth
- Weakness.
- Disobedience
- Inactivity
VOLDEMORT'S LIKES :
- Killing.
- Power.
- His heritage.
- Fear.
- The dark arts.
- Snakes.
- Having a grand destiny, going down in history.
- Hogwarts.
Trophies. - Immortality.
- Superiority.
- Obedience.
GOALS :
- Taking over the wizarding world
- Replacing the Ministry with his own regimen, breaking the Statue of Secrecy and start the extermination of all muggles and non-purebloods.
- Overcoming death.
- Making more Horcruxes, protecting the ones he has already made.
- Defeating Dumbledore, finding and killing all the members of the Order of Phoenix.
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FEARS :
- People finding that he was once an orphan growing up in muggle London in ignominy, and his status as a half-blood.
- The appearance of a nemesis, someone with a power to rival his own, enough to challenge his superiority. Voldemort is constantly looking for signs of such a character to appear, so as to stomp them before they can become a threat.
- Dumbledore. He is the only one with the power to match his, has seen him in his weakest and, most importantly, knows about his past. Voldemort fears that, in the unlikely event of him being defeated, Dumbledore would put two and two together and realize the secret behind his treasured immortality.
- Being “beaten”, which to him ultimately means to die. It also scares him – in a very vague way, more unconsciously than consciously – the possibility of an afterlife, and what would happen in it to his mutilated soul.
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SECRETS :
- His father was a muggle, which makes him, according to his own doctrine, a mudblood, and thus barely even a human, though he believes that being the Heir of Slytherin somehow overrides it, and grants him the same status as a pureblood. It also gives him a kind of sick pleasure to see as those prideful purebloods vow to him , a mare halfblood, and call him ‘Lord’.
- He is the first wizard in centuries to have made a Horcrux and, to his knowledge, the only one in history to ever do more than one. The damage splitting his soul did to his body has disfigured it to the point no one who had known him then – or nearly no one- connects him to the handsome orphan that attended Hogwarts decades ago.
- Among Voldemort’s many victims is his own father, who he killed along with his grandparents when he was a teenager, out of revenge for leaving his mother and him before he was born. Voldemort made his first Horcrux with his father’s death, and framed his uncle, Morfin Gaunt, who is now rotting in Azkaban.
WEAKNESS :
- Arrogance. Voldemort’s unparalleled skill with magic makes him extremely self-confident, to the point he believing himself virtually invincible, only vulnerable to a mistake on his own part. He despises almost everyone who opposes him, which sometimes leads him to make fatal mistakes.
- The concept of ‘love’ is so alien to Voldemort’s mind that he often fails to comprehend or misinterprets the intentions of people drove by it, also sometimes leading him to make crucial mistakes.
STRENGTHS :
- Charismatic. Voldemort has attracted countless of followers by sheer force of persuasion, seldom having to resort to Legilimancy or the Imperius Curse. All those who form his closest circle, the Death Eaters, joined his cause willingly.
- Unconcerned with ‘good’ and ‘evil’. Voldemort is ruthless, stopping at nothing to achieve his goals.
- Magical power. Voldemort’s command of magic makes him one of the most powerful wizards in history, and he is regarded as the greatest user of the dark arts to the date. He has killed many of the most skilled duelers of his time, and is capable of battling Albus Dumbledore to a stalemate, also regarded as one of the greatest wizards of modern day, even as the latter wielded the Elder Wand.
- Knowledge of magic. Voldemort has experimented and pushed the boundaries of magic farther than they had ever been pushed, has developed many powerful dark spells, hexes, charms, and jinxes,, and mastered some of the most unknown and complex magic possible for a dark wizard. Along with his tremendous potential, Voldemort has a knowledge of magic more extensive than any other wizard alive.
- The “most accomplished Legilimens the world has ever seen”, in Severus Snape’s words. He can nearly always tell when people are lying, even without eye-contact, and he could erase and implant new memories into other people’s mind, described as a a very advanced ability, at the age of sixteen. He is so skilled with Legilimency he can use it to torture his enemies, forcing into them visions capable of destroying their sanity, until they’re finally begging for their lives to end.
- Possession. Voldemort can take control of any living being and control their actions. Victims don’t recall what happened while they were possessed after Voldemort leaves their bodies. He can possess other people for a prolonged period of time, but animals will die if he possesses them for too long.
- Wandless magic. Voldemort has shown an uncanny mastery for it even as a child, and as an adult he can perform most spells without a wand with almost no effort.
- Immortal. Voldemort has made five Horcruxes so far, and he can’t die unless they are destroyed.
OVERALL PERSONALITY :
- Cunning
- Tyrannical
- Persuasive
- Power-hungry
- Malevolent
- Sadistic
- Machiavellian
- Self-absorbed
- Intelligent
- Narcissistic
- Sociopath
- Cold
- Unforgiving
- Obsessive
- Over-confident
BY PROCEDURE.
JUST TO STRAIGHTEN THINGS UP.
[/font][/center]JUST TO STRAIGHTEN THINGS UP.
HOMETOWN : london.
CURRENT RESIDENCE : riddle manor, little hangleton.
CURRENT EMPLOYMENT [/color]: being voldemort
MOTHER'S NAME : merope gaunt.
FATHER'S NAME : tom riddle, sr.
SIBLINGS : none.
OVERALL HISTORY :
[/size]It was a stormy morning in London, England; people closed all the windows and doors, taking refuge inside the safety of their homes from the roaring thunders that set the sky alight, and the water that poured down furiously to the streets outside. They sat around the fireplace, shivering in cold, comforting each other with their company, telling jokes to pass the time or simply sitting there, in idle silence. Unbeknown to them, in a shady orphanage downtown London, a child was being born, and a woman was dying. Unbeknown to them, the future Dark Lord, he who’s very name would make countless people shudder with fear and dread, was coming to the world at that very moment, out of a desperate woman who had long lost her will to live. “Tom Marvolo Riddle,” the woman whispered weakly, the contractions and the pain finally over, and finally looking at the fruit of her ill-fated love, her first and final. She laid in a bed, holding the child in her arms. A lightning lighted the room with silver, followed by a loud thunder. “Tom, for his father,” she continued before coughing painfully, spilling blood. She collected herself, and breathed. “Marvolo, for his grandfather.” She opened her mouth again, but it only came another cough, and more blood. She looked at her son with wide eyes, almost deranged; unlike her, the child looked quite calm. “You look like him,” she said, her voice now barely audible. A smile suddenly lighted the woman’s tortured face, and she expired. Tom Riddle sobbed a little, looking into his mother’s eyes as she passed away, before another pair of arms took him away. It was the closest him he ever was to crying.
Tom was am odd child in many ways. For once, he never seem to get along with the other orphans, and usually stayed apart from them as they played. He never cried, not even as a baby, and never got sick, not even a cold. He was also unusually apathetic and distant for a child, specially compared to the other orphans, who were often mischievous and thuggish; the matrons never recall to have seen him playing with the other children, but always apart, cold and aloof, reading or playing on his own. Overall, he was not a difficult child most of the time; despite which, everyone felt uneasy about him, or even afraid. Everyone knew bad things happened to those that upset him; unexplainable things, like a matron who scolded him waking up the next morning burning with fever, furunculus covering her face and half her hair lost, or another child`s rabbit appearing hanged over the rafter, the night after the boy had gotten into a fight with Riddle. No one could connect the incidents back to him ,or explain themselves how he had done it, but they all knew who was responsible.
Tom discovered his abilities at the age of four. He realized he could move things with his mind if he really concentrated, first things like pencils and other small objects, and bigger ones when he got older. He also realized he could do animals do what he said, without training them, specially reptiles. When he was eight he went in an excursion to a country field organized by the orphanage and discovered a snake hiding underneath a rock. He ordered it to move, expecting it to obey like most other animals, but to his surprised the snake talked back to him, telling him it preferred to stay where it was. Amazed, Tom repaired the command forcefully, and this time the snake did as it was told, hissing curses as it reluctantly slided away. Tom tried talking to every other animal he encountered, but realized it only worked with snakes. He could also make bad things happen to people who had wronged him, concentrating hard in them and picturing them happening in his head. He soon discovered he could use his abilities to get things he wanted, or make people do as he pleased; in another excursion, when he was older, Riddle took two other orphans to a cave, using his magic to float himself and the other two up, and used them to test his incipient Legilimency talent, torturing them and making them see horrific hallucinations to the point they were traumatised into silence. He used his abilities to take whatever he wanted from the other orphans, and started collecting prizes whenever he did an especially impressive or memorable display of his powers. Tom often laid awake at night, wondering about the nature of his powers, and what their meaning was.
When Tom was eleven, Albus Dumbledore himself, then the Transfigurations Professor at Hogwarts, appeared in the orphanage; he talked first to Ms Cole, the orphanage’s matron, who informed him of the strange things that happened around Riddle; the boy watched him from afar, wary, believing the man to be some kind of doctor of psychiatrist, coming to take him to an asylum. Dumbledore then used a Flame-Freezing charm on Riddle’s cupboard, where he kept his trophies, much to his shock, and told Riddle what Hogwarts was, and what his powers really were. Shock was immediately overcome by excitement and elation, as this was a confirmation of what he had always wanted – to be special. He immediately came to the conclusion that his father must have been the wizard, for if his mother would’ve been she would had used it to prevent herself from dying; Riddle could not fathom the possibility that someone may let themselves die willingly.
Dumbledore also told Riddle about the laws that controlled the usage of magic in the wizarding world, and that law-breakers were punished with severity not by Hogwarts but the Ministry of Magic; at that point Riddle became more prudent and withdrawn in his reactions, and later regretted bitterly that moment of weakness, for it had allowed Dumbledore to judge him very early on. At the last moment he mentioned he could talk to snakes, wanting to impress him; Riddle looked at the surprise in his face with pleasure.
Riddle went to Hogwarts from 1938 to 1945; he arrived as a friendless orphan wearing second-hand robes, yet he got popular amongst the students and staff very rapidly. He had already read almost every book for that year before arriving, and already knew a lot about the Wizarding World, not as much as a pureblood but much more than most raised by muggles. He was sorted into Slytherin as the hat barely touched his head; he discovered later that very same day, as he went to the school’s library, that Salazar Slytherin had been a Parseltmouth as well, and that it seemed to be a hereditary trait. He excelled in every subject, learning every basic spell that the teachers taught as soon as he saw them casting it; he was polite and humble, learned how to flatter and manipulate his teachers them so they taught him more advanced magic and to be on their grace; only Dumbledore, of all of Howarts’ professors, wasn’t fooled by his act, and treated him just as he did any other student, and kept an eye of him. Riddle feared him and despised him in equal amounts, and focused on learning more magic, sure that one day he would be stronger than even him. Many viewed him as the most gifted student Hogwarts had ever seen, and soon he started gathering followers, some of whom would be the first Death Eaters.
Riddle’s time in Hogwarts was marked with disappearances, accidents and shady incidents which, much like at the Orphanage, were never traced back to him, the only one suspecting of him being Albus Dumbledore. Riddle searched for his father's name in the school trophy room, in the records of Hogwarts prefects and in records of wizarding history, but found nothing to suggest his father had even attended Hogwarts. He finally concluded his father had been a muggle, something he never told anyone, and invented the alias of “Lord Voldemort”, for which he would go for until his death. Riddle then concentrated on researching about Salazar Slytherin, believing him to be the hair due to his ability to speak Parsel, and began searching for the Chamber of Secrets, which he wouldn’t find until his sixth year.
Riddle was also obsessed with cheating death, and spent hours researching in the library. He eventually came across a book that mentioned Horcruxes, and he was immediately enthralled by the idea, though the book didn’t say much else. He researched through the entire library, including the forbidden section, but coulnd’t find anything else on them. He eventually tricked Horace Slughorn, of the professors most taken in by his charisma, to tell him more about them, particularly if it was possible to make more than one. Slughorn told him it was in fact possible, though he didn’t go into much detail; it didn’t matter, as Riddle eventually learned everything there was to know about them on his own. He felt particularly attracted the idea of making six Horcruxes, thus splitting his soul is seven, the most powerful magical number.
In the summer of 1943, before starting his sixth year at Hogwarts, Riddle finally tracked down his family, to an old house in a small muggle town called Little Hangleton. He found his uncle Morfin, the last surviving Gaunt, who told him his grandfather was dead – in parseltoungue – and pointed him in the direction where Riddle’s father lived, along with his grandparents. It was then that Riddle found the truth about his parents and his birth; Riddle killed his father, his grandfather and his grandmother in there mansion, using the Killing Curse on another human being for the first time, out of revenge. He used Legilimency to implant memories of killing them into his uncle Morfin, who was a known Muggle-attacker – when the Ministry officials came, Morfin confessed the murder, and was took to Azkaban without a trial. Before going, Riddle had took Morfin’s ring, a family heirloom, and wore it in his finger as a trophy.
In his sixth year Riddle finally found the way to the Chambers of Secrets and, being the true Heir of Slytherin from his mother’s side, he could open the entrance to the Chamber and tamed the basilisk within, and used it to attack muggleborns students. There were many injured, his final victim being a girl named Myrtle, who was at the bathroom at the entrance of the Chamber at the time and was the only one to look directly at the basilisk, and consequently died. Hogwarts was about to be closed, but Riddle discovered Rebeus Hagrid, another student, was hiding an acromantula inside the castle, and convinced Headmaster Armando Dippet that it was the monster behind the attacks. Hagrid was expelled and Riddle, already a Prefect, was given the award for Special Services to the School. Dumbledore, however, suspected of him, and Riddle couldn’t open the Chamber again as it wasn’t safe, and he didn’t want Hogwarts closing. It was then that Riddle created the first of the Horcruxes, using his diary as the anchor for the part of his soul, hoping it would lead to one day somone else would find the Chamber, and unleash Slytherin’s basilsk once again to clean Hogwarts of those of impure blood. On his last year at Hogwarts, Riddle became Head Boy of Slytherin, and finished his studies with top grades in all subjects. Shortly before graduating, Riddle charmed the spirit of Helena Ravenclaw, the ghost of Ravenclaw House, into revealing the location of Rowena Ravenclaw's Diadem, seeking to turn it into a Horcrux.
After graduating, Riddle applied Defense Against the Dark Arts professor in Hogwarts, but Headmaster Dippet deemed him too young. He went to Albania, in search of Ravenclaw’s Diadem and turned it into his third Horcrux, Marvolo’s ring being the second. He was offered many positions in the Ministry of Magic, but declined all of them, preferring to take a job in Borgin and Burkls, a store which speciallized in rare and powerful objects – and ideal job to search more objects to turn into Horcruxes. He set to persuading witches and wizards to part with their valuable magical heirlooms—a job at which he was very good.
Shortly after, Riddle met a rich, elderly witch named Hepzibah Smith. Completly charmed by Riddle, one day she showed him her two most valuable treasures: Salazar Slytherin's Locket and Helga Hufflepuff's Cup. That very day, Riddle murdered Hepzibah in cold blood, stole the heirlooms and vanished without a trace. He used Legilimency again to cover his tracks, implanting in Hokey, Hepzibah’s house-elf, with a false memory about accidentally poisoning her mistress’ cocoa. Hokey admitted to have done it and, being quite old herself, they believed her. Riddle resigned to his store and fled with the cup and locket, soon to be the fourth and fifth Horcruxes.
For the next ten years, Riddle seemingly dissapeared of the face of the earth. He slipped deeper into the Dark Arts, travelled all around the world, consorted with disreputable people, underwent many dangerous magical transformations, and found places to hide all his Horcruxes, in locations with had been important to his life, and put powerful spells to protect them. Eventually, Riddle returned to Hogwarts, seeking once again to apply for Professor of Defence Against the Dark Arts, with the objective of uncovering the secrets of the castle he hadn’t had a chance to when he was a students, and recruiting followers. However, Albus Dumbledore had been rescently appointed as Headmaster, and denied Riddle the job, wary of his intentions. Riddle, out of spite, cursed the position, and from there on no one could hold the job for more than a year, at the end of which they died or suffered some horrible fate that forced them to resign. Riddle’s true purpose for going to the castle, however, was to hide Ravenclaw’s Diadem, the only Horcrux he was still carrying with him, in the Room of Requirement, which he had found as he was looking for the Chamber of Secrets when he was a student.
Voldemort, as he is now exclusively known as, has spent the last decade gathering followers, the most talented and loyal of them being the select group of the ‘Death Eaters’. Many joined his cause supporting his crusade against muggles and muggleborns, others just for lust of power, and others out of sheer fear; none of the latter group were among the Death Eaters. Voldemort never considered any of his followers as equal, but for him they were rather simple servants, or at best useful tools. Voldemort and his Death Eaters are now feared all across the wizarding world, characterizing themselves for their free use of the Unforgivable Curses, and for killing all who oppossed ruthlessly and without discrimation.
Voldemort believes himself invencible, and with good reason. People daren’t whisper his name; they call him the second Grindelwald, the Dark Lord, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. There are many amongst the pureblooded elite who think he is the savior of the wizard world, and Voldemort counts with the support of many encumbered wizarding families, who provide him with exhorbitants amounts of wealth, political support and sometimes recruits. The Dark Lord also counts with the support of many magical creatures and beings, those outcasted by wizarding society, such as giants and werewolves. He has a powerful army at his command, a lot of politcal support, and his spies are everywhere. He cannot afford a direct confrontation yet, but is slowly but surely ganing more power; soon will come the time when he will rise above all his enemies, and all those of impure blood will be put in their rightful place.
FINISHING TOUCHES.
THE SAD ENDING TO A PERFECT BEGINNING.
[/font][/center]THE SAD ENDING TO A PERFECT BEGINNING.
ROLE PLAY SAMPLE :
Cole walked through the dark forest, his mind wondering somewhere else. To the school's dungeons, to be more precise, and his encounter with Aurora Delvin. She was a complete match for him in cruelty, power and killing instinct...yet there was still part of her that was still human. A part that still held a shadow of her love toward Sebastian; the mere thought of the Gryffindor made him want to kill something. She was such a perfect, lovely thing...but she was yet incomplete. She had still not let go of her humanity completely, and until she did that she wouldn't be free. And he would be alone.
There was something behind him. Cole turned around just in time to see an acromanthula rushing towards him in it's multiple legs; luckily, it wasn't an adult yet and barely reached Cole's height. He raised his yew wand, and waited just a fraction of second before saying the two words. Then there was flash of green light, and a sound as if something vast and invisible was soaring through the air....he always wondered what made that. It gave him the impression that the Killing Curse was a being on it's own.
The giant spider dropped dead. It didn't even give a dying shriek, it just died, without wounds or spilling a single drop of blood. It was clean and pure...it was beautiful. There was no filthy blood to tarnish the only thing that mattered: it had been killed, it's life ripped away against it's will. His entire body felt relaxed, he felt a rush that was better than any drug. It didn't compare to killing a human being, though. There was nothing quite like that.
He approached the body. He would have wanted to work on it, but he knew he didn't have time. Those beasts rarely hunted alone, and chances were it's filthy siblings were probably somewhere near. He ran further into the forest, careful to cover his tracks. His mind soon started wandering again to the girl that was seemingly taking over his thoughts.
Luckily he had perfect night-vision, otherwise making his way through the thick vegetation could have proved somewhat problematic. Suddenly, the sound of a soft moan made him stop dead in his tracks. It was no doubt human. Very few students dared venture this far into the forest, and they weren't usually the gentle kind. He smelled the air, and the sweet, metallic scent of blood invaded his nostrils. He doubted the moaner was hurt though...it had sounded pleasureful more than agonizing. Curiosity took the better of him though, and he followed that sweet smell.
The vegetation suddenly seemed to stop, and he now stood before a clearing...and a vision worthy of hell. There was a man about his age chopping a woman's motionless dead body with a knife. For the cuts around her wrists and her uncles, Cole could tell it wasn't the first time the man was doing it; they were steady and perfectly circular. He wondered if he was going to dismember the body to hide it better, or if he was just cutting it for fun. His instinct told him he should leave the killer alone with his prey's body, but there was something compelling him to make his presence known. There was something about that man...had he seen him before? He needed to see his face.
Cole abandoned his hiding place. "Nice work," commented, looking at the body appreciatively. "You seem to know your way around a knife. Though using a wand would be much more effective." He took his green eyes off the dead body, and placed them directly on the stranger's.
The man made a move to reach for his wand, but Cole's wand was already pointing at his chest. "Don't move," he said, coldly, his icy gaze fixed on those green eyes, that were so similar to his own. That look...he knew that look. He could recognize a killer when he saw one, and he could tell that this man was of the worst kind, if he needed anymore proof than the blood he was soaked in. He was the kind that had been born without a soul, and needed to cause misery and pain just to fill the hole where it should have been.
The Slytherin walked slowly towards the stranger, ready to fire a well-aimed Killing Curse at any sudden movement. For some reason, the man provoked feelings on him that he could only associate with what he had felt on his first kill. Hell, his hands were shaking. What was wrong with him? Why did this stranger provoke such a reaction?
"Who the fuck are you?" the man said, his rage barely contined. He looked at the blood-soaked individual with slight contempt. The use of tools such as knives and chainsaws had dissapointed him; this killer seemed to rush into the killing like a kid to the candy-store. Cole, on the other hand, knew that death was a meal best served cold. "I’m a fellow traveler," he said, answering his rather aggresive question. His voice was cold and even. "A monster. Like you."
Despite the calmness of his voice, there was something about that man that made him...uneasy. Something that made his skin crawl. To his surprised he realized heartbeat was accelerating, until the point he thought his heart would burst out of his chest at any moment. What the hell was happening with him?
He had seen killers before. He had seen people soaked in blood; he had seen people die impaled, stabbed, dismembered, choked, frozen, burnt and in all ways imaginable, yet the sight of that man sent chills playing through his spine. It wasn’t fear, it wasn’t revulsion, it certainly wasn’t lust...what the hell was it?
Anger. Yet another thing he didn't remember feeling. Cole was used to being in absolute control. He didn’t feel like humans did; every reaction and emotion was deliberate, carefully planned and executed in the way that best fitted his ends; this man seemed to bypass his impenetrable armor with no effort and cause him actual feelings. His mere existence made Cole lose the self-control he had known all his life…and that pissed him off.
Hot, blazing, unreasonable fury drove him. He wanted this man to simply disappear, to scream in agony with his arteries cut open and to soak in a pool of his own blood. Cole raised his yew wand and fired a Blasting Curse to the other killer's head; he wanted to see the man's blood and brains spilled all over the ground; hopefully, that would put him back at ease.