NOTT, THEODORE MARO

[Theodore Maro Nott]

Theodore|Maro|Nott

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So raise your glass if you are wrong
In all the right ways

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IT’S A LIE SHE’S BEEN CARRYING AROUND
IT’S THE LIE THAT WILL BRING HER DOWN

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Name: Theodore Maro Nott
Nickname: Theo to most Slytherins, Maro to close friends.
Age/Birthday: February 2nd, 1980
Gender: Male
Orientation: Bi
Blood Status: Pure
Affiliation: Secretly against, outwardly neutral
Year/House: Slytherin 6th year
Wand: length, wood, core Eleven and three quarters, dogwood, dragon claw core.

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TAKES PRIDE IN APPEARANCE
AND THE JOB IN HAND

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Eyes: Blue
Hair: Black
Height: 69 inches
Weight: 147 pounds
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Play-by: Logan Lerman
Overall appearance: Despite the fact that he’s never really seen and supports blending in with the wall, Theo’s best features happen to be his looks. He may not be the skinniest of boys, but he’s certainly not Crabbe or Goyle. His skin is obviously lacking in color, but he’s not as pale as one would expect of someone who spends most of their time indoors. His lips are a pale pink and are usually curled up into a smirk or a sneer, depending on who he is talking to.

He has killer icy blue eyes that pierce someone with their gaze. However, they’re usually hidden in some book, or, if he allows it to grow, his black hair. He also, thankfully, didn’t inherit his family’s dimples, something wish would ruin his looks, in his opinion. He’s also, unfortunately, prone to getting hurt easily. Someone could barely punch him lightly in the arm, and, the next day, he’d have an enormous bruise on his arm.[/size]

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IT’S THE SIMPLE FLAW
THE MIND FORGETS TO LOOK FOR

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Erised: Theo’s greatest desire is to become the head of his household and change his family for the better.
Patronus: His happiest memory was of his mother defending herself against one of his father’s friend’s and sending a hex at him, despite knowing what would happen once they all left. Platypus.
Boggart: His biggest fear is having his parents find out about his sexuality and seeing the disappointed look on his mother’s face.
Dementor: The day his father asks him to join the ranks of the Dark Lord.
Amortentia:

• Eggs and bacon: To Theo, this means that his mother was in a good enough mood to get up in the morning and make his favorite breakfast instead of just being drunk and depressed to tell their house elves to do it.
  
• Muggle cologne/perfume: Despite the fact that the muggles made it, he honestly thinks it smells nice.
  
• An old book: Theo likes it merely because he rarely associates with peers and an old book has a smell that it’s been around for a while, and, therefore, has some knowledge to give.

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THE PIECE YOU DIDN’T SEE
AND THE PIECE YOU DIDN’T FIGHT FOR

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Likes:

• Peace and quiet
  
• Literature
  
• Coffee
  
• (His own)Imperfection (lets him know that he’s not like his father)
  
• Gryffindors (Although, he would never admit it.)
  
• Rainy days
  
• Hardworking people

Dislikes:

• Tormenting people without a reason
  
• Being put on the spot
  
• Life changing decisions
  
• Being completely ignored
  
• Prejudice people (for the most part)
  
• Weak people
  
• His father
  
• Being told what to do

Strengths:

• Self confidence
  
• Skill with hexes
  
• Strong will
  
• Apathy to what others think about him

Weaknesses

• Emotionally stunted
  
• Romantically uneasy
  
• Introverted (for the most part)
  
• Often too quiet

Overall Personality: Despite being an heir to a very old wizarding family, Theodore Nott was never really babied and given whatever he wanted. From a young age, a very young age, he was taught that, if he wanted something, he would have to work for it and that you didn’t always get everything because you had money. He also learned that, if the person you were fighting was both bigger and stronger than you, let whatever you wanted go and move along with life. He also learned that, if you didn’t want to get yourself killed, it was better to quietly succeed in life rather than boast about the little things. Which is why he’s generally left alone when having to deal with the other houses.

Theo is also quiet and thoughtful. When not studying or doing his homework, he’s usually out and about with a book or parchment in his hand. He enjoys reading to the point where it could be considered an addiction, and he enjoys writing his feelings down (then, later, burning the paper to a bloody crisp) among other things. Also, even though he doesn’t have many friends, Theo would be that one person you could tell anything to and not have to expect it being around the school the next day. If someone needs him, he’ll be there for them, even if he doesn’t really know them. He doesn’t claim to have the answers to life, but he’s been in certain situations.

Unless, of course, those situations just so happen to involve romance, something Theo knows nothing about. He’d sooner jump off a cliff than incline in any way a romantic interest to anyone. Yes, he’s uncomfortably aware of those thoughts in his head whenever he sees a pretty girl, or BOY, but he does his best to ignore them. He doesn’t pretend to understand when all his friends are going on about how they ‘got with’ this girl or that girl because, frankly, he doesn’t care and he doesn’t exactly want them to be aware of how he feels.

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IT’S THE CRACKING OF THE GLASS
THE HAUNTING OF YOUR PAST

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Family: Theodore Maro Nott (Senior, Father)
Angelica Marianne Nott (Mother)
Christina Angelica Nott (Younger sister)
Pets: N/A
Residence: Nott Grange
History: Theodore Maro Nott was born on February 2nd, 1980. He was born the heir to the Nott family, and, thus, for a while, their pride and joy. He was never spoiled, however, and worked hard at a young age to get enough money for a toy he might have wanted. He’d have to clean his room if he wanted a galleon (as it was a very big room) and his entire wing if he wanted more. He cared little for such things, however, and was glad for the Nott library as he didn’t have to pay to read any of those books. He was taught how to sit right, talk right, read right, and just about how to do everything right from when he was a young child, just starting at the age of three. If he had ever picked up the wrong spoon with his left hand, he wouldn’t be able to recall it. He was just the kind of boy adults wished they had as his own. He never fought with the house elves on the rare occasion they were allowed to care for him, and he definitely didn’t boss them around, much to the amusement of his mother and the dislike of his father.

Overall, life was quiet around the Grange. The only time things ever became exciting or dreadful were when the eldest Nott decided they were going to throw a party, in which case his friends and his alone would come over and drink. They would hit on his mother, something the heir didn’t quite enjoy watching, and try to get him to join in their discussions about hating muggles, which, even at a young age, he also didn’t like hearing about. It was a month before his eleventh birthday that his father decided to have such a party. His father was off somewhere upstairs discussing something with some other man when a rather pigheaded ‘gentlemen’ decided it was alright to hit on his mother, smack her bum, and suggest they go somewhere else. Of course, his mother wouldn’t hear of it and she managed to hit him with a hex that threw him across the room, getting the attention of everyone in that room as well as his father and the man he was with. Needless to say, the party was over and his mother was severely punished, sending her into a depression alcohol didn’t seem to be able to help. After that, more and more woman with less than pure intentions started attending, and his mother was retreating so into her room they’d have to send an elf in there to make sure he had eaten.

However, soon his eleventh birthday came, and, with it, the birth of his youngest sister, and the only reason Theo didn’t exactly go insane. He prided himself on taking care of her. He enjoyed babying her, even if their parents virtually ignored her, and making sure she always had something in her hand. But, soon after that, there was the arrival they were all waiting for. The arrival of his letter for Hogwarts. They were off to Diagon Alley (the entire family, which was a shock within itself) to gather what he would need. Once at Hogwarts, he met and became friends with a fellow he had often seen around the pureblood gatherings, Blaise Zabini. They both shared staying away from the spotlight, and had even made fun of a certain blond Slytherin for always getting into fights with the Gryffindor Golden Boy, someone who Theo had to admit wasn’t as bad as Malfoy made him seem. For the most part, he lived against the walls and never drew much attention to himself. The first two years, in his opinion, were about getting to know Hogwarts and learning as much about the layout so that they could later be properly enjoyed.

His third year came and went, and, with it, the chance of ‘making friends’ with a second year girl. His fourth year, too, was basically as uneventful as the first three years had been .That was, of course, until the Triwizard Tournament was announced. Theo wasn’t a fool enough to try to enter the tournament, nor even to want to, but it was fun to watch as his fellow Slytherin dorm mate ranted about how unfair it was that Potter had gotten in even though he didn’t. Theo merely watched the tournaments to see how well the fellow schools faired. He didn’t even bother to attend the Yule Ball, although he had been asked by several of the younger girls from both his house and Ravenclaw. He had even been asked by a Hufflepuff. He was tempted to go with the latter just to spite Malfoy. His fifth year brought a severely disappointing letter. He hadn’t been asked to be a prefect, and, also to his surprise, neither had Zabini. Although, he had to admit, that it was kind of expected for him that Malfoy get the letter, as he was the Head’s favorite Slytherin. Needless to say, Theo spent the least amount of time with Draco that year, purely out of rage because of how he was abusing the power.

His father would claim that his life really started to get interesting the summer before his sixth year. His father had gone back into the services of the Dark Lord and was even pressuring him to do the same thing. Countless after countless of excuses were used to not have to do such a thing. Especially since his fifth year had already shown him that he was different from all the other boys. His father, at the very least, trained him in case he was ever needed-in which case his father would force him to become a member-to join the growing-more-popular Dark Lord.

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YOU TOOK YOUR EYES UP OFF THE GAME
YOU’VE GOT NO ONE LEFT TO BLAME

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Name/Alias: Allie(:
Age: Fifteen
Roleplay Experience: four-five years on and off
How you heard about us: I was Pm’d about the site over Proboards Support.
Code Phrase: ADMIN EDIT
Roleplay Sample:

Theodore Maro Nott, Slytherin sixth year, outcast, and the resident Ice Prince, was very bored. He was tired of reading books, although he didn’t think he would ever hear himself think that. The boredom had just managed to make itself to the point where it was impossible, strictly impossible, for him to just pick up a random book and begin to read. The bored was to the point where he’d be willing to do something idiotic and obviously something he wouldn’t normally. Although, he had to admit his boredom was probably to the level where he would do something a Gryffindor would probably do. Of course, this didn’t mean he would bother to do something heroic, but he was ready to go out and do something. He was tired of waking up, eating breakfast, going to class, heading to the common room, and doing his homework or reading until it was time to go to bed once more. He was always within the common room, his dorm, or the library if he wasn’t in one of his classes. He didn’t even bother to go out and explore the school. He had just gotten bored of that and did other stuff.

Well, today was going to be different. He wasn’t sure whether or not the third floor corridor was still forbidden or not, but he didn’t exactly care. He, albeit carefully, threw his books onto his bed and grabbed his robe before making his way out of the door, carefully ignoring the question Zabini threw at him regardless of where he was going. He proceeded to make it out of the common room without difficulty as no one cared enough to try and stop him. He smiled to himself as he made it to the ground floor, successfully ignoring the imploring voice inside his mind telling him to just go back to his dorm and sit there like a good little Slytherin. For a second, he thought he saw someone following him, but he threw that paranoia to the wind as there wasn’t anyone around that would possibly want to follow him. He did manage to make it to the third floor corridor as quick as possible before throwing another glance behind him.

He still couldn’t manage but feel as if someone was behind him, following him. His eyes narrowed in anger at the thought of someone actually ruining his time to himself. Still, Theo glanced back at the hall and made his way down the corridor. If there was someone following him, and that someone made themselves known, they’d be met with a very nasty curse courtesy of him.

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