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| User: | hanging_riddle (60433) He sank so deeply...
The worst of our kind. |
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| Name: | Tom Marvolo Riddle | |||||||||
| Location: | Big Hangleton, United Kingdom | |||||||||
| Bio: | BACKGROUND Name: Tom Marvolo Riddle Date of Birth: December 31st, 1928. Brief Life History: Born in 1928, on the eve of December 31st, Tom Riddle was not blessed to see his Mother for very long. A crying infant was taken from Merope's arms as she whispered her last words. "His name is Tom Marvolo Riddle. After his Father and Grandfather." She died quietly, and the infant was offered to his remaining family. As if the pain of losing a Mother so early on wasn't enough, the boy's Father and Grandparents rejected him, claiming he was not related to them. Taken away to a nearby Orphanage, the boy was raised in an abrasive environment. His roommates were not the easiest on him, and his growth spurt was late in coming. However, his magical power was not. Inheriting Slytherin's talent for cunning and deception, he became a thief early on in his childhood, stealing from the other Orphans without mercy. Hiding the objects in his closet, they were not found until Albus Dumbledore arrived to gather him for his Hogwartian education. Seeing the power the Professor possessed made Tom Riddle very hungry. He wanted to see more, do more - anything to rise above where he had fallen. Perhaps Professor Dumbledore saw the lust in the boy's eyes, perhaps he did not. Either way, Tom Riddle's first step inside the ancient castle drove him down a path that would lead to so many people's deaths at his wand point. Each summer, he would go back to the Orphanage, and each summer he brought with him new devilish tenacity. Children went missing, presumed drowned on the trips they would take to the shoreline. In reality, Tom had lured them into a cave, killing them and using them as his Inferi to protect his hidden Horcrux. Back at school, the boy was researching late into the nights. He was determined to find Slytherin's legacy, and once he did, he unleashed it upon the school without a twitch of guilt. The Basilisk killed a girl that year. A girl that became none other than Moaning Myrtle in the Girl's Bathroom. Meanwhile, his last act of vengeance at home was violent and cruel. Approaching Riddle Manor in the town of Little Hangleton, the 16 year old entered the house quietly. He was spotted, but having never been there before, nobody knew his name. Upon entering the dining room and finding his Father and Grandparents at dinner, he obviously surprised them... For that was the expression that was forever carved into their faces as he directed a Killing Curse at each and every one of them. They never left their chairs, nor slipped into a peaceful death. Tom made sure they did not. Apparating from the place, the reports about him were scarce enough that he needn't worry ever being caught. He was certain Professor Dumbledore knew of his doings, but that hardly mattered. The man had had his chance to join him. Or, so, that was how the young Riddle saw it. Besides, the growing number of loyal Slytherins in his ranks was enough to keep him more than busy. (Lord Voldemort's Narrative-: I was born on a cold winter's eve in 1928 to Tom and Merope Riddle. My parents were oddly bound to one another. It came to my attention much later on that it was my mother, a true descendant of Salazar Slytherin himself that 'charmed' my muggle father into a marriage. Being the weak and insufferable man he was, he left my mother upon the spell being broken. Now, you may wonder, where does that leave me? That is the next part in my tale. As my mother displayed her weakness by falling for such an unworthy man, if such a creature could be called a man, she was left all alone after he deserted her. By then, of course, she was pregnant with me. A couple of months later, she died giving birth to me. The last I heard about her was that on her deathbed she uttered the words that pained me for years to come...my name. I will not divulge the disgusting muggle name here, dear reader. I am worth far more than it suggests. Anyone who defies me will find that out post haste. I was just an infant when I was sent off to an orphanage. I will not lie and say I did not learn much upon my childhood stay there, but it did get quite tedious. My powers were growing. I knew I was special. Imagine, if you will, a great concentration of power that is shut away into an immensely tiny space. What eventually happens? Explosion. On my eleventh birthday, I remember sitting in the room that I shared with untalented whelps when a visitor arrived at my door: Albus Dumbledore. His words were like salve to my gaping wounds. He told me I was special. That I had greater prospects in this world. I could have bayed at the moon. (In later years, I wondered why he waited so long to come and fetch me. Just another mark against his so called 'prestigious' name...) The next seven years passed quickly. I evolved and learned everything that came within my reach. It became apparent to me that I was set for a most ancient path. Salazar Slytherin had long since been caged by ignorant mudbloods. I planned to unleash him...for he was within me. In my sixth year, I killed my father and grandparents. They deserved what they got. By my seventh year, I had already crafted the world into a much more habitual place. One mudblood and three muggles: my beginning. And, thus, with each life gone, I became less like Tom and more like Voldemort. I believe the name fits me well. Flight of Death, indeed. I worked long and hard. I traveled to the best instructors and learned much under their tutelage. Toil means nothing to me. I am used to it. I have changed much since my graduation almost fifty one years a go, but I still retain my ambition. Power is everything to me. I seek followers, dear reader. Spread the great cause of Slytherin. That is the most promising cause of all in my well educated eyes. The world must be rid of the muggle and mudbloods. They have no place here. I am the heir to Slytherin. Bow before me. None shall stand in my way. Tremble, world, tremble. Foreseeing what was to be my finale would have been impossible. They believe the war to be nothing more than shambles in the dust – Soon they shall be awakened to their foolishness. How could they imagine ME to be gone like some insignificant thing? Revenge shall be most foul. And my first victims shall be that insufferable Dumbledore and his protégé, Harry James Potter. Though the child has avoided my grasp, last year I reclaimed what I needed most to defeat them: my body. Lord Voldemort is back amongst you, peasants.) DESCRIPTION Appearance: Tom is gifted with both good looks and a certain dark charm from his father. (Those are the very attributes that had drawn Merope Gaunt to create the Love Potion to ensnare the Muggle man prior to Tom Junior's birth.) Tall (approaching 6 feet easily), dark eyed, pale skinned and extremely cocky, Tom exudes the calm and charisma that allowed Salazar Slytherin to pit himself against the other Founders. The Slytherin's bone structure is rather delicate, though missing feminine qualities entirely. His arms and legs, unlike most teenagers, are in perfect proportion to his body. Tom is a true work of art, indeed. His beauty is but a mask, however, and it isn't until later years that his true inward monstrosities overcome his appearance. For now, the boy uses all of his charms to gain the ends he desires most. (Even when the spilling of blood is required. In fact, he relishes in such an act, especially if it is dirty Muggle blood dotting the ground.) Personality: When Professor Albus Dumbledore came to gather the young Tom Riddle, it was apparent that the boy held a deep-set ambition for magical power. Cheering on the Professor's displays of magic, the boy was hungry for more. He couldn't see any downside to having the most power. Tom somehow knew, even at that young age, that Albus Dumbledore was going to be his greatest competition. Over the years, after being sorted into Slytherin, Tom's hunger became more and more internalized. Few saw the monster he was slowly becoming. His first act of this inner monstrosity was to take the life of his Father and Grandparents and to release the Basilisk within Hogwart's interior. The ambitious, hungry boy was now a murderer. Once he had the first taste, he couldn't stop himself. Luckily for him, he possesses his Father's propensity for charming others. He may have been cocky and arrogant, but he was able to lower himself to the level of his Housemates and thus gain their loyalty and adoration. Few know of his mixed blood, if any at all. This is a secret Tom keeps for a great while for fear of losing his Pureblooded support. However, it becomes clear that Tom Riddle (or, rather, Lord Voldemort) has the same goals as those who wish to dominate the Wizarding World (and world in general). Once he transcends mere humanity by getting rid of shreds of his soul, he will no longer fear the reactions of his minions to his blood. (Bellatrix Lestrange was a good example of that tenacious loyalty even in the face of him being a Halfblood.) In short, Tom Riddle gave up his humanity long before he cut it out of his life for good. He operates as a predator seeking an ever changing prey. Likes: Tom prefers power, ambition and a tenacity for life and vengeance above all other things (including "petty emotions"). His reasoning for this is simple - he wishes to be a Dark Lord and a great Ruler. Anyone and/or anything who stands between him and his dream must be done away with or avoided altogether. He also has a unique love for Dark magical objects, which explains why he chose to work at Borgin and Burkes after graduation. This love led to him concocting a way for him to seal his soul in specific, immensely important objects (usually linked to the Founders themselves). Dislikes: Cowardly actions and dying for "true love" amount to the same thing in Tom's book. He would never stoop himself to falling for nor committing either "sin". Strangely enough, however, he does believe in loyalty, but finds himself hating it when people do not live up to his expectations. Above all, Tom hates being betrayed. He refuses to let he or she who committed the act of betrayal to live through the following night. Sexuality: A Sexual. He lusts for power and prestige in the eyes of Albus Dumbledore. No one could or will possibly come between him and this all consuming goal. | |||||||||
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| Schools: | None listed | |||||||||
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