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Riddle, Tom Marvolo. (aka Lord Voldemort)
<--- Clicky!“NOW I AM BECOME DEATH, THE DESTROYER OF WORLDS”
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The truth is a beautiful and terrible thing, and should therefore be treated with caution.- Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone
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FULL NAME. Tom Marvolo Riddle
NICKNAMES. Lord Voldemort,' 'Master' amongst his Death Eaters, 'You-Know-Who,' 'He Who Must Not Be Named,' 'The Dark Lord,' 'T.M. Riddle' (on diary), 'Tom.'
Other name meaning: 'Voldemort'= flight from death (French)
Name pronunciation: VOL-duh-more (the final 't' is silent)
BIRTHDATE. Dec. 31, c. 1926 - May 2, 1998
AGE 71 (At Death, c. 72)
BLOOD Half
POSITION DESIRED The Antagonist, Master of the Death Eaters, Lord of all he get his claws in, Master of the Dark Arts, Supreme Master of the Western World
CANON OR ORIGINAL? Canon.
Skills: Parselmouth, Legilimens, Occlumens.
Major magic:
Voldemort flies unsupported, something that amazes those who see it.
Modifies and transfers memories of his own to Morfin Gaunt.[/ul]
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It is our choices that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities.- Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets
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HAIR&EYES
As a 16-year-old Tom Riddle: Described as having jet black hair; "tall, black-haired boy"; "handsome"; "dark" eyes.
Distinguishing features: long fingers; high-pitched, cold laugh.
Voldemort in his late 20s: When Voldemort visited Dumbledore about 10 years after leaving school, he was no longer handsome. His deathly pale face looked "waxy and oddly distorted, and the whites of the eyes now had a permanently bloody look."
Before Wormtail’s rebirthing potion ("baby" form): He "had the shape of a crouched human child, except that Harry had never seen anything less like a child. It was hairless and scaly-looking, a dark, raw, reddish black. Its arms and legs were thin and feeble, and its face – no child alive ever had a face like that – flat and snakelike, with gleaming red eyes".
After Wormtail’s rebirthing potion: Described as "a man, tall and skeletally thin." His face was "whiter than a skull, with wide, livid scarlet eyes and a nose that was as flat as a snake’s with slits for nostrils". "Voldemort looked away from Harry and began examining his own body. His hands were like large, pale spiders; his long white fingers caressed his own chest, his arms, his face; the red eyes, whose pupils were slits, like a cat's, gleamed still more brightly through the darkness".
At Battle of the Dept. of Mysteries: "Tall, thin, and black-hooded, his terrible snake-like face white and gaunt, his scarlet, slit-pupiled eyes staring".
After death: What is left of Voldemort's soul exists as the "flayed baby" Harry saw at King's Cross.
HEIGHT&WEIGHT He is Six feet tall and about 220 pounds. He has a slim stature, but strong enough for what he needs to do.
FACE CLAIM Ralph Fiennes
"Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets:" Tom Riddle is played by Christian Coulson.
In "Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire" and "Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix," Voldemort is played by Ralph Fiennes.
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I don’t go looking for trouble. Trouble usually finds me.- Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban
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WAND yew wood, 13 ½" long, core consists of one of Fawkes’ (phoenix) feathers. Beginning in 1997, uses a series of wands in an attempt to circumvent Harry's wand. On her homepage, Rowling wrote that Voldemort's wand is made of yew, whose sap is poisonous and which symbolizes death. It forms a deliberate contrast to Harry's wand, which is made of holly, which she chose because holly is alleged to repel evil.
LIKES Power, Control, Manipulation, Metamorphosis, Superiority, Surviving, Death by his hands
DISLIKES Muggles, Weakness, Threats to His Plans, Defiance, Suggestions that he is Wrong, Soft emotions, Background having anything to do with who you are
BOGGART Death, ignominious death.
MIRROR OF ERISED Himself, all-powerful and eternal. That's what he wants.
PATRONUS Voldemort can not produce a patronus, although he could when he was much younger at Hogwarts. At that time it was a Green Mamba
PERSONALITY
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Voldemort (he no longer thinks of himself by the TMR name) is a Master of his element both in mind and body. He is superior to everyone around him and works to make himself fit his goals. As a child this meant controlling the inferior and making them his, but being given evidence he was special, a wizard, that world was no longer on his field of vision. Instead he elevated other wizards into the children's roles, seeing himself as the master of a hidden world and one he would conquer. To do so, he must bide his time learning what he could and trying out ideas secretly during his explorations of the school itself. Continuously he remade himself, turning his reputation and power into a dangerous wizard who some adored and many feared.
His skill at magic, his exploration of the laws of magic, his continuous success at masterful new directions in power have proven to him time and time again he is the most powerful being on the planet. In doing so he has dedicated himself to power, to achieve complete control over both life and death; nothing must stop him from his path and as emotions make one weak he has regulated them away to prevent distraction only keeping the darker ones where he perceives more power. In this he is entirely blind; soft emotions like love, care, and affection he has cut himself off from with his magic, thinking it makes himself stronger then all.
People are possessions to be used as need as long as the tool does it's job to be broken and discarded after to prevent others from using them against you.
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Remember, if the time should come when you have to make a choice between what is right, and what is easy, remember what happened to a boy who was good, and kind, and brave, because he strayed across the path of Lord Voldemort.- Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire
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BIRTHPLACE London
PARENTS Ancestry: Half-blood; descendent of Salazar Slytherin.
Mother: Merope Gaunt, who died in London one hour after giving birth; she was a descendent of Salazar Slytherin. c. 19 years old at time of death.
Father: Tom Riddle, a Muggle from the village of Little Hangleton who abandoned Merope because he discovered she was a witch; described as anti-magic, rich, snobbish & rude. Dead by his son's wand at age 38.
SIBLINGS None
OTHER
Paternal grandfather: Mr. Riddle, also of Little Hangleton. Dead by grandson's wand at age 63.
Maternal grandfather: Marvolo Gaunt, a descendent of Salazar Slytherin. Dead by grandson's wand at age 60.
Aunts, Uncles: His maternal uncle was Morfin Gaunt. Died in prison.
Pet/Familiar: Large snake named Nagini
HISTORY
Ah to sum up seventy years in a few sentences.
Born and deserted, Tom Riddle was a boy with an ego from the beginning, tying to give himself worth as no one else did. He found the wizarding world proof of his Imperial beliefs and began to fashion himself into an emperor-dictator. Working hard through Hogwarts, he fashioned himself a new identity, bonded several children to his control, and continued to grow in power through his control of others and his study of magic. After Hogwarts he went to work with Borgins and Burkes where he was very successful at achieving his job's goals until he found special items for his own personal goals. He got them by theft and murder and deception, showing the skill early on for a masterful control of other's memories and thoughts.
He took off and disappeared, doing his own individual projects and explorations of dark magic. Returning to England he used his followers to work his terror into the populace and began to take over slowly until at the height of his power a miscalculation-misunderstanding caused him to lose his physical form and powers for a time. His power over death was such that he couldn't die and lived a dreadful life in the aftermath while his successes slowly drained away. For nearly sixteen years he worked his way slowly along surviving and waiting for one of several methods he had planned to save him, confident in his plots. Eventually one of his least acceptable servants returned to his service and now he plans the recovery of a more permanent physical form.
Having recovered full form, he summoned the leftovers of his servants and began immediately giving orders, making arrangements for the war he plans to wage. Wizards and witches he needs to remove he takes the pure kids from and puts in supporter's families for the future ranks. Whenever there is a lesson to be taught to his servants he presses the point home, literally, enjoying and reveling in the fear and pain he can bring into the world for others to fear him. Having his name in the papers again has strengthened the fear again as dark supporters send a wave of support to prove their loyalty to the cause. Soon his enemy will be crushed and the Ministry under his thumb.
Then the real fun will begin...
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Happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light.- Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban
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NAME/ALIAS Shava
OTHER CHARACTERS Taranis Summerby, Lindsey Moon, Professor Mateo T. Alencar, Lady Sarah Sophia Hope Johnstone, Ayr Selwyn, Nat Shire, Draco Malfoy, and Professor Olivia Ambrose.
RP EXPERIENCE? More then you've been alive
RP SAMPLE.
From the darkest of darks, the chaos between the seconds of the universe, power rushed into his mind sparking the synapses of each part of his being. Nerves lit up with messages of agony like a lightning strike, flaring in an instant into unimaginable pain. With that power came transformation as the image he kept of himself by sheer will power which he had in unmeasurable amounts was seized by the power for it's own use. In moments flesh was created forced into creation from the very air as cells wee reminded of the union they had once worked in concert with and now rushed to join again.
And Lord Voldemort took back a physical body, formed by his will from nothing.
However due to his servants weak-minded perspective of the world, he had not been able to perform the spells designed in his mind, only a minor type of life was achieved. Instead of rising on his own he was trapped therefore in a weak creature, a bare beginning, but it would serve for the moment. Wormtail reeled back, shocked by what he saw for a moment and then he leaned back over his Master with surprised face. "...M-Master?" A cough, that wonderful sound of life and struggle, and in a moment he got his throat cleared. "Worm...tail...lift. Me." A look around was enough to convince him he was seeing the world that he had seen before. As he looked around he saw the lines of power in the very ground and tapped them, drawing power to him to recharge his new form, to give him power for what he needed to do.
Albania was the center of several very powerful magic sources mostly untapped, buried by battles and secret hording long before the present age. Voldemort had used those very lines for sustenance for more then a decade to sustain his life. The ancient Illyrians' ritual sacrifices had given him a potent source for life power and his dark magic allowed him to tap into it, absorb it's power to extend his form. It came at a steep price , but he was already deeply soaked on dark magics from other sources so it lay on him like a cloak of menace, colored his eyes with it's influence.
As Peter set him down and wrapped him in a black cloak, Lord Voldemort looked at the world through bloody eyes, watching Wormtail carefully as he performed his job as best his fumbling fingers could. He was exhausted, but Voldemort cared not at all. If his servants were of proper mental equity they would have all come at once, all performed as they should have and there would have been no delay, no sixteen years lost. Instead he was in this shack deep in the woods and far from his homeland. Now that, that he could change at least. And even with the least of his tools he could perform great magics still, there was little doubt in his mind. As the man-rat stood again his task completed for the moment, Voldemort spoke and it was with command if not yet with power. "Home, Wormtail." Peter paused, on the brink of realizing what he had done and what he was about to do was akin to bringing a nuclear warhead in and putting it under one's bed.
"Yes Master, at once," he said groveling in front of the small creature whose very mind filled him with fear, "Where is home, Master?" cringing as the red eyes turned on him again. With an awkward wave of his baby-like hands, a large snake slid out of the woods and circled him, it's head coming up and pausing beside the not-baby form which laid a hand on it's shiny skin with real connection making it clear the snake was coming as well. "To where it all began...." Wormtail leaned down and flinching from touching the snake at the moment, he slid his hands under the tiny, twisted figure of his Master and Owner and lifted him, shuffling him around so his Master could direct him and began to pull out his master's wand. The snake slid up to him, putting it's hand under the tiny Voldemort's withered looking flesh as the Lord Voldemort took back his wand again for the first time in sixteen years. A wind stirred suddenly from out of nowhere as Man and Snake watched while above them clouds boiled black and forebodingly, a hint of a cloudy face in them which an onlooker might have seen as a skull.
And then they were gone.
HOW DID YOU FIND OUR SITE? Oh I've been stuck here awhile
CODE WORD? Can I Slytherin?
References
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