Post by The Dark Lord Voldemort on Jul 23, 2009 13:12:59 GMT -5
Name: Tom Marvolo Riddle (But due to my hatred of my father I have found a more... suitable name. That name is, of course, Lord Voldemort)
'Voldemort'= flight from death
Age: My real age at this point would be roughly 70, being born in Dec. 31, 1926... due to my fluent skills in many areas of magic, I was able to preserve myself, and become... immortal in many eyes.
(Voldemort appears in the 5th book to be roughly in his 50's, but his body is so misshapen how could anyone really guess his age? Check out the Lexicon for more details!)
Blood: Half...
Wand (If available): 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
Family(If any): Whom didn't die naturally I murdered...Wretched Father...
Father: Tom Riddle (Muggle, Murdered)
Mother: Merope Gaunt, who died in London one hour after giving birth; she was a descendent of Salazar Slytherin.
Maternal grandfather: Marvolo Gaunt, a descendent of Salazar Slytherin.
Past: 1926-1938, Raised in a Muggle orphanage in London. Orphanage was clean, but meager: a bare courtyard and grim, square building surrounded by high railings. Head matron was Mrs. Cole. Mrs. Cole recalls that he was an odd baby -- he rarely cried, and as he got older he appeared to cause "nasty" things to happen to the other children and to pets around the orphanage. Also stole things: a yo-yo, a silver thimble, and a harmonica ('mouth organ').
At Hogwarts, Tom was obsessed with his heritage. Although he knew since his first year that he was the Heir of Slytherin, he didn't learn the complete story until he tracked down and visited his uncle, Morfin Gaunt during the summer of 1943. Morfin told him that his father was a Muggle and his mother was a descendent of Slytherin. At this point, Tom Stunned Morfin and went to Riddle House where he murdered his father and grandparents. Before leaving Little Hangleton, Tom went back to the Gaunt shack and stole the gold Slytherin ring. It is unknown how, but Tom also bespelled Morfin into confessing to the crime. Morfin was convicted for the murders and sentenced to Azkaban.
According to Dumbledore, "He was one of the most brilliant students Hogwarts has ever seen"
After leaving Hogwarts in 1945, Riddle began working at Borgin and Burkes on Knockturn Alley. His job was to ferret out items of value and obtain them at the lowest price possible. He suddenly left this job and disappeared after he killed Hepzibah Smith for a gold locket that belonged to Slytherin and a gold cup that belonged to Helga Hufflepuff.
The rest is a bit self explanatory.
October 31, 1981
"Man’s voice: "Lily, take Harry and go! It’s him! Go! Run! I’ll hold him off ------"
Lily goes to Harry's room where he is in his cot [crib].
According to Voldemort, James died "straight-backed and proud." (GF34)
The sounds of someone stumbling from a room -- a door bursting open -- a cackle of high-pitched laughter -- (PA12)
Lily’s voice: "Not Harry, not Harry, please not Harry!"
Voldemort: "Stand aside you silly girl … stand aside now."
Lily: "Not Harry, please no, take me, kill me instead ----- "
Lily: "Not Harry! Please … have mercy … have mercy… "
Harry hears a shrill voice laughing and the woman screaming (PA9, PA12).
Then Harry remembers a blinding green flash and a burning pain in his forehead, then a high, cold cruel laugh. Voldemort had used the Killing Curse on Lily and Harry."
DISCLAIMER: I wanted real facts, so I went to the LEXICON!
www.hp-lexicon.org/wizards/voldemort.html
A few of the Characters Likes: Obtaining knowledge, gaining the upper hand... becomming more and more powerful and immortal.
The Characters Dislikes: Mudbloods, Muggles, Harry Potter, Dumbedore, the "Light," idiots, people not using their full potential no matter what, Love...
Personality: Since the grand days of orphanage, Voldemort was completely misunderstood, mistreated, etc. of course none of the mattered when he realized his magical potential and powers... enabled suffering, revenge, and death at such a young age. Once knowing of his ancestry and being a descendant of Salazar Slytherin and being a Parsletongue, etc. it seemed Tom Riddle was now an important man.
Gathering the Knights of Walpurgis (Soon to be Death Eaters) he then proclaimed himself as Lord Voldemort, a much more suitable name.
He is dark, remorseless, but he takes care of those who serve him.
He is powerful, unique, timid, and cunning.
He is an unique character indeed... one of a kind...
Sample Roleplay(Of the Character you are playing):
"Wormtail you simpleton fool! How dare you fail me again!"
The shouting, the hissing, the anger felt within his voice... the heat of conversation, the coldness of fear, all could feel this uneasiness in the room. It was as if someone was sea sick and about to vomit their entire innards.
Lord Voldemort was standing in front of the puny Wormtail, his pale, smooth, snake-like face beaming down upon the worthless follower. His eyes become a flash of scarlet as he pulls out his wand with such a flow of the arm, almost as if they were in water. His crooked fingers, daunting fingernails and his ghostly wand point at the rat-like man.
"I have been a merciless Lord to you, Wormtail, and you a bountiful servant. You have been quit useful to me these days. I believe your new hand was a reminder of the generosity that is your Dark Lord."
S-S-S-Sir, Sir! I can explain! squeaked out the rat-man, cowering on his knees in front of the tall, thin, and cloaked figure that is the Dark Lord.
An eerie chill settles in the room. As if all hope has left... all warmth has been engulfed by sorrow, pity.... the sky is dark and cloudy, the moon can not even shine through. The Dark Lord's ghastly beautiful arm raises into the air, his wand pointing down at Wormtail.
Voldemort's voice release a cool, airy, yet dark, horse sound;
"Never fail me again, Wormtail."
No-No-No My Lord I will n-n-never fai-fail you a-a- oh please!
The squeaky pleas bestowed the room with an annoyance of grieving as well. Gravely Wormtail dared glanced in Lord Voldemort's eyes...
and then...
A strong, loud, bellowing, as if a man about to murder millions, containing no soul... the voice echoed among the Riddle House... all now know what will happen to Wormtail: Torture.
CRUCIO!- CRUCIO!, and then, one last flick and... CRUCIO!
At the last bellowing of the Cruciatous curse... a deathly scream bellowed out from Wormtail. He was writhing like a small child that was beat, as if a dog about to die from mange, as if his mind was being scratched by nails and his body lit on fire... Wormtail was crying. A grown man, crying? This was indeed the act.
Voldemort turned around and glided away, as if nothing happened. As if he had done nothing. The door magically opened and he glided to his study. No expression. No guilt. No more anger.
The lesson has been taught. None shall fail me. None shall question me. For I am, The Dark Lord Voldemort.
'Voldemort'= flight from death
Age: My real age at this point would be roughly 70, being born in Dec. 31, 1926... due to my fluent skills in many areas of magic, I was able to preserve myself, and become... immortal in many eyes.
(Voldemort appears in the 5th book to be roughly in his 50's, but his body is so misshapen how could anyone really guess his age? Check out the Lexicon for more details!)
Blood: Half...
Wand (If available): 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
Family(If any): Whom didn't die naturally I murdered...Wretched Father...
Father: Tom Riddle (Muggle, Murdered)
Mother: Merope Gaunt, who died in London one hour after giving birth; she was a descendent of Salazar Slytherin.
Maternal grandfather: Marvolo Gaunt, a descendent of Salazar Slytherin.
Past: 1926-1938, Raised in a Muggle orphanage in London. Orphanage was clean, but meager: a bare courtyard and grim, square building surrounded by high railings. Head matron was Mrs. Cole. Mrs. Cole recalls that he was an odd baby -- he rarely cried, and as he got older he appeared to cause "nasty" things to happen to the other children and to pets around the orphanage. Also stole things: a yo-yo, a silver thimble, and a harmonica ('mouth organ').
At Hogwarts, Tom was obsessed with his heritage. Although he knew since his first year that he was the Heir of Slytherin, he didn't learn the complete story until he tracked down and visited his uncle, Morfin Gaunt during the summer of 1943. Morfin told him that his father was a Muggle and his mother was a descendent of Slytherin. At this point, Tom Stunned Morfin and went to Riddle House where he murdered his father and grandparents. Before leaving Little Hangleton, Tom went back to the Gaunt shack and stole the gold Slytherin ring. It is unknown how, but Tom also bespelled Morfin into confessing to the crime. Morfin was convicted for the murders and sentenced to Azkaban.
According to Dumbledore, "He was one of the most brilliant students Hogwarts has ever seen"
After leaving Hogwarts in 1945, Riddle began working at Borgin and Burkes on Knockturn Alley. His job was to ferret out items of value and obtain them at the lowest price possible. He suddenly left this job and disappeared after he killed Hepzibah Smith for a gold locket that belonged to Slytherin and a gold cup that belonged to Helga Hufflepuff.
The rest is a bit self explanatory.
October 31, 1981
"Man’s voice: "Lily, take Harry and go! It’s him! Go! Run! I’ll hold him off ------"
Lily goes to Harry's room where he is in his cot [crib].
According to Voldemort, James died "straight-backed and proud." (GF34)
The sounds of someone stumbling from a room -- a door bursting open -- a cackle of high-pitched laughter -- (PA12)
Lily’s voice: "Not Harry, not Harry, please not Harry!"
Voldemort: "Stand aside you silly girl … stand aside now."
Lily: "Not Harry, please no, take me, kill me instead ----- "
Lily: "Not Harry! Please … have mercy … have mercy… "
Harry hears a shrill voice laughing and the woman screaming (PA9, PA12).
Then Harry remembers a blinding green flash and a burning pain in his forehead, then a high, cold cruel laugh. Voldemort had used the Killing Curse on Lily and Harry."
DISCLAIMER: I wanted real facts, so I went to the LEXICON!
www.hp-lexicon.org/wizards/voldemort.html
A few of the Characters Likes: Obtaining knowledge, gaining the upper hand... becomming more and more powerful and immortal.
The Characters Dislikes: Mudbloods, Muggles, Harry Potter, Dumbedore, the "Light," idiots, people not using their full potential no matter what, Love...
Personality: Since the grand days of orphanage, Voldemort was completely misunderstood, mistreated, etc. of course none of the mattered when he realized his magical potential and powers... enabled suffering, revenge, and death at such a young age. Once knowing of his ancestry and being a descendant of Salazar Slytherin and being a Parsletongue, etc. it seemed Tom Riddle was now an important man.
Gathering the Knights of Walpurgis (Soon to be Death Eaters) he then proclaimed himself as Lord Voldemort, a much more suitable name.
He is dark, remorseless, but he takes care of those who serve him.
He is powerful, unique, timid, and cunning.
He is an unique character indeed... one of a kind...
Sample Roleplay(Of the Character you are playing):
"Wormtail you simpleton fool! How dare you fail me again!"
The shouting, the hissing, the anger felt within his voice... the heat of conversation, the coldness of fear, all could feel this uneasiness in the room. It was as if someone was sea sick and about to vomit their entire innards.
Lord Voldemort was standing in front of the puny Wormtail, his pale, smooth, snake-like face beaming down upon the worthless follower. His eyes become a flash of scarlet as he pulls out his wand with such a flow of the arm, almost as if they were in water. His crooked fingers, daunting fingernails and his ghostly wand point at the rat-like man.
"I have been a merciless Lord to you, Wormtail, and you a bountiful servant. You have been quit useful to me these days. I believe your new hand was a reminder of the generosity that is your Dark Lord."
S-S-S-Sir, Sir! I can explain! squeaked out the rat-man, cowering on his knees in front of the tall, thin, and cloaked figure that is the Dark Lord.
An eerie chill settles in the room. As if all hope has left... all warmth has been engulfed by sorrow, pity.... the sky is dark and cloudy, the moon can not even shine through. The Dark Lord's ghastly beautiful arm raises into the air, his wand pointing down at Wormtail.
Voldemort's voice release a cool, airy, yet dark, horse sound;
"Never fail me again, Wormtail."
No-No-No My Lord I will n-n-never fai-fail you a-a- oh please!
The squeaky pleas bestowed the room with an annoyance of grieving as well. Gravely Wormtail dared glanced in Lord Voldemort's eyes...
and then...
A strong, loud, bellowing, as if a man about to murder millions, containing no soul... the voice echoed among the Riddle House... all now know what will happen to Wormtail: Torture.
CRUCIO!- CRUCIO!, and then, one last flick and... CRUCIO!
At the last bellowing of the Cruciatous curse... a deathly scream bellowed out from Wormtail. He was writhing like a small child that was beat, as if a dog about to die from mange, as if his mind was being scratched by nails and his body lit on fire... Wormtail was crying. A grown man, crying? This was indeed the act.
Voldemort turned around and glided away, as if nothing happened. As if he had done nothing. The door magically opened and he glided to his study. No expression. No guilt. No more anger.
The lesson has been taught. None shall fail me. None shall question me. For I am, The Dark Lord Voldemort.
