Post by Tom Riddle on Aug 11, 2011 20:44:22 GMT
You, the RPer!
Screenname/Handle: Sen
Age: 23
RP Experience: 4 Years
Can you be active?: Yes
Do you agree to all the Rules?: Yes
Do you agree to Proboards Terms of Service?: Yes
The Character!
Name: Tom Marvolo Riddle, but he goes by Lord Voldemort
Age: Dec. 31st, 1926
Gender: Male
Were you formely a Hogwarts Student, please state or name other institution
Wand: Yew & Phoenix Feather, 13 1/2 inches
Blood Status: Halfblood
Character Appearance:
Describe Your Character: Lord Voldemort is 6 feet tall, or 180 centimeters, and very thin, almost sinewy rather than muscular. He has no hair covering his scalp any longer and his nostrils now look like the slits that a snake would have. His eyes are no longer dark and handsome like they once were, are now an icy, lifeless blue.
Celeb Claim/Playby: Ralph Fiennes
Relationship Status: Single
Occupation: World Takeover Boss
Personality: Riddle is truly an unemotional sociopath with an agenda to cause the genocide of Muggleborns, Halfbloods, and one day, Muggles. He cares for nothing or no one except for himself, and his goal of becoming immortal with none but Purebloods to serve him.
Patronus: N/A
Boggart: His followers will find out he's only a Halfblood
Erised: To eliminate all Muggle blood from the magical community
Amortentia: Snake venom, sweat, and blood (creepy, huh?)
Veritaserum: He's a Halfblood, not a Pureblood
Family Members: Merope Gaunt, Mother - Tom Riddle, Father
Character History:
From the humble roots of Tom Riddle, a local Muggle, and Merope Gaunt of the 'prestigous' Gaunt family, Riddle grew up as an orphan when his broken-hearted mother died, and everyone at the orphange knew there was something strange about him. He was automatically able to use Leglimens on his peers and the adults who ran the orphange to get them to tell him what he wanted to know, and he used the random spurts of power that showed he was a wizard to bully other children into doing what he wanted and when. When he was 11, Dumbledore himself visited the orphange and brought Riddle to Hogwarts.
Throughout his school years, Riddle came across as a suave young genius, but he never truly got close to any students or staff, what with bringing forth the monster from the Chamber of Secrets and pinning the attacks on Hagrid. Once Voldemort left Hogwarts, he inserted himself as an assistant for the shop of Borgin & Burke's, even though many people expected him to slip into the Ministry. Even then, he'd started collecting his pieces of the four Founder's relics to turn into his Horcruxes. Finally, he went to Hogwarts and requested a teaching position once he'd started figuring out how to make himself immortal, but he was denied.
And after this, is when the Death Eaters and all the raids began on Muggleborns and Halfbloods, along with the Prophecy. The Prophecy is what led him to trying to kill Harry Potter, and Lily Potter's sacrifice is what made his power rebound upon himself. And for 13 years, Lord Voldemort had to wait in a small child's form, a ghost of his true body, until Wormtail did the spell and potion that gave his body back. Now, Lord Voldemort is powerful again, and his followers are infiltrating the Ministry and even Hogwarts, with Dumbledore dead, and Rufus Scrimegour gone.
What you are looking for in the future with this charrie: To take of the world. It's really very simple.
Sample Roleplay:
The air wasn't as musty as one would think, the housekeeper having put spells in the wallpaper for a pleasant scent in the rooms. The drapes pulled over the window were of a thick heavy material but the instant Sen stepped in the door, the candles set into holders all around the room lit and burned merrily at her, as if they had been for hours. She ran her palm over the back of the rocking chair sitting a few feet from the door, and looked around at the things she could remember seeing. The mahogany desk and chair with the old fashioned inkwell built into it was still sitting against the far wall with her mother's wooden motor and pestle and a small cauldron hanging over a metal tray where a magical fire could be ignited. A large chest sat beneath the window, and the carving on top drew Seniade's eyes first then herself.
She knelt down and ran her fingers over the engraved "Myra" on the top and the designs of leaves and vines twined around the name. She lifted the lid and got a whiff of cedar wood, which made her smile as she recalled her mother opening the chest when she was little. The first thing she came across inside was a neatly folded stack of gowns belonging to Myra. Sen placed the soft, familiar fabric down and withdrew her mother's wand, Yew and Dragon Heartstring, 12 inches. Other odds and ends came out and went on the floor near Seniade as she placed them down carefully, bits and pieces of her memory waking and swimming to the surface.
The last object she pulled out was, of course the main one she came in search for. A thick, leather-bound book, with heavy parchment, yellowed at the edges by time. Sen sat in the rocking chair and opened the cover, her fingers dancing over the first page. A picture of her mother, sitting in this very chair, with her twin daughters in her arms. Newborn, by the looks of it. Seniade let the tears come this time, as she silently flicked through her mother's recollections, both private and public of Sen's, Calliean's,and her own history with each other, and the man named Benjamin Hawthorne.
Screenname/Handle: Sen
Age: 23
RP Experience: 4 Years
Can you be active?: Yes
Do you agree to all the Rules?: Yes
Do you agree to Proboards Terms of Service?: Yes
The Character!
Name: Tom Marvolo Riddle, but he goes by Lord Voldemort
Age: Dec. 31st, 1926
Gender: Male
Were you formely a Hogwarts Student, please state or name other institution
Wand: Yew & Phoenix Feather, 13 1/2 inches
Blood Status: Halfblood
Character Appearance:
Describe Your Character: Lord Voldemort is 6 feet tall, or 180 centimeters, and very thin, almost sinewy rather than muscular. He has no hair covering his scalp any longer and his nostrils now look like the slits that a snake would have. His eyes are no longer dark and handsome like they once were, are now an icy, lifeless blue.
Celeb Claim/Playby: Ralph Fiennes
Relationship Status: Single
Occupation: World Takeover Boss
Personality: Riddle is truly an unemotional sociopath with an agenda to cause the genocide of Muggleborns, Halfbloods, and one day, Muggles. He cares for nothing or no one except for himself, and his goal of becoming immortal with none but Purebloods to serve him.
Patronus: N/A
Boggart: His followers will find out he's only a Halfblood
Erised: To eliminate all Muggle blood from the magical community
Amortentia: Snake venom, sweat, and blood (creepy, huh?)
Veritaserum: He's a Halfblood, not a Pureblood
Family Members: Merope Gaunt, Mother - Tom Riddle, Father
Character History:
From the humble roots of Tom Riddle, a local Muggle, and Merope Gaunt of the 'prestigous' Gaunt family, Riddle grew up as an orphan when his broken-hearted mother died, and everyone at the orphange knew there was something strange about him. He was automatically able to use Leglimens on his peers and the adults who ran the orphange to get them to tell him what he wanted to know, and he used the random spurts of power that showed he was a wizard to bully other children into doing what he wanted and when. When he was 11, Dumbledore himself visited the orphange and brought Riddle to Hogwarts.
Throughout his school years, Riddle came across as a suave young genius, but he never truly got close to any students or staff, what with bringing forth the monster from the Chamber of Secrets and pinning the attacks on Hagrid. Once Voldemort left Hogwarts, he inserted himself as an assistant for the shop of Borgin & Burke's, even though many people expected him to slip into the Ministry. Even then, he'd started collecting his pieces of the four Founder's relics to turn into his Horcruxes. Finally, he went to Hogwarts and requested a teaching position once he'd started figuring out how to make himself immortal, but he was denied.
And after this, is when the Death Eaters and all the raids began on Muggleborns and Halfbloods, along with the Prophecy. The Prophecy is what led him to trying to kill Harry Potter, and Lily Potter's sacrifice is what made his power rebound upon himself. And for 13 years, Lord Voldemort had to wait in a small child's form, a ghost of his true body, until Wormtail did the spell and potion that gave his body back. Now, Lord Voldemort is powerful again, and his followers are infiltrating the Ministry and even Hogwarts, with Dumbledore dead, and Rufus Scrimegour gone.
What you are looking for in the future with this charrie: To take of the world. It's really very simple.
Sample Roleplay:
Oct 4, 2009 15:13:41 GMT @Seniade Hawthorne said:
Seniade entered the front door quietly, pressing the door shut behind her. It felt so long ago when she was last here, her memories swimming to the surface of her conscious while her shoes left prints in the fine layer of dust on the parquet floor. It was the high of summer, and she was still chilled to the core, her very blood cooling at the memories of her once home. There was one room she needed to see, one she hadn't seen in 9 years. Little puffs of dust rose from the carpet as she ascended the stairs to the second floor, her fingertips gliding along the banister's wood surface. I own this now, I really should get it cleaned up, if only for appearances' sake... Sen thought idly as she turned the brass knob to a door that hadn't been opened in nearly a decade.The air wasn't as musty as one would think, the housekeeper having put spells in the wallpaper for a pleasant scent in the rooms. The drapes pulled over the window were of a thick heavy material but the instant Sen stepped in the door, the candles set into holders all around the room lit and burned merrily at her, as if they had been for hours. She ran her palm over the back of the rocking chair sitting a few feet from the door, and looked around at the things she could remember seeing. The mahogany desk and chair with the old fashioned inkwell built into it was still sitting against the far wall with her mother's wooden motor and pestle and a small cauldron hanging over a metal tray where a magical fire could be ignited. A large chest sat beneath the window, and the carving on top drew Seniade's eyes first then herself.
She knelt down and ran her fingers over the engraved "Myra" on the top and the designs of leaves and vines twined around the name. She lifted the lid and got a whiff of cedar wood, which made her smile as she recalled her mother opening the chest when she was little. The first thing she came across inside was a neatly folded stack of gowns belonging to Myra. Sen placed the soft, familiar fabric down and withdrew her mother's wand, Yew and Dragon Heartstring, 12 inches. Other odds and ends came out and went on the floor near Seniade as she placed them down carefully, bits and pieces of her memory waking and swimming to the surface.
The last object she pulled out was, of course the main one she came in search for. A thick, leather-bound book, with heavy parchment, yellowed at the edges by time. Sen sat in the rocking chair and opened the cover, her fingers dancing over the first page. A picture of her mother, sitting in this very chair, with her twin daughters in her arms. Newborn, by the looks of it. Seniade let the tears come this time, as she silently flicked through her mother's recollections, both private and public of Sen's, Calliean's,and her own history with each other, and the man named Benjamin Hawthorne.