Post by jack on Jun 29, 2009 16:00:22 GMT -5
Introducing: Jack Anthony Riddle
The Basics
Name; Jack Anthony Riddle
Age; 39
Birthdate; Jan 13th
Gender; Male
House; Never attended Hogwarts
Occupation; Deatheater
Wand; 12", Dragon heartstring, Yew
The Outer Layer
Physical Appearance; Shoulder length brown hair with blond highlights. Wild brown eyes, and perfectly lined eye brows. Stands at exactly six feet tall. Weighs 212 lb's though he is not fat. He is a good size all muscle. He is normaly seen wearing muggle clothes. Most times wearing a hat with a matching suite. Can almost always be seen with a cigarette in his mouth. Has a brown goatee that is always kept trimmed.
The Inner Layer
Patronus; A cobra
Boggart; Harry Potter
Strengths; He is an accomplished legimens, and occlumens. Also has a great understanding of, and control over the unforgivable curses.
Weaknesses; Love, friendship, trust. All three are things he doesn't understand.
Personality; Excedingly cruel. No one is able to penetrate his outer deffenses. He does not like or trust anyone. He only understands fear, respect, rage, and vengence. He doesn't really talk to people he doesn't know unless he is attacking them. When he is spoken to, by some one he does not whish to speak with he tends to give vague responses or try to turn their attention away from himself. He is always scoping out his surroundings, and seeing who is near him. Eyes tend to be a bit shifty while the rest of him hardly ever moves.
The Past
History; ((OPEN for change if needed)) The bastard son of Lord voldemort, and Bellatrix Lestrange. He was born in Azkaban several months after his mother was imprisoned there for looking for his father. The ministry did not know who his father was, and just assumed that his father was his mothers husband. They sent him to an orphanage in america to keep him away from the deatheaters. Growing up he knew that something was different about him. He never liked any of the people in the orphanage children, and adult alike. Whenever they made him mad bad things happened to them. He knew that he was causing these things to happen, and he spent many sleepless nights trying to make them happen of his own will.
By the time that he was nine he had gained a handle on his powers, and was able to use them to his own benefit. The other Children in the orphanage were terrified of him. At meals he ate alone. Not even the staff wanted to sit by him. He preffered it that way though. He much preffered his own company to that of others. He also discovered that he could talk to snakes, and they were his only companions though he still would not have called them friends. He'd talk to the snakes so as to have someone to speak with, and he would send them after people he didn't like.
When he was eleven a woman came to the orphanage, and she explained to him why he was so different. That was when he found out that he was a wizard. In speaking with her he found that the things he had been doing were mear parlor tricks. He was more than happy to go to The Salem Witch'es Institute of Magic when she asked him. She gave him a list of things he would need for his classes, and offered to take him to a place where he could get them. Though he liked her more than the people he had grown up with he still did not want her company so he refused. She gave him a small bag of money to get the things he needed, and she told him where to go.
At the school some had picked on him at first because of all his second hand things, but that only lasted a short while. Soon like the people at the orphanage the students and teachers of the salem institute gave him his space. He did have a few students that he allowed to join accompany him only because he found them to be usefull. The headmistress kept a close eye on him the entire time he was there. It seemed as though she knew what he did to the other students though they were all to afraid to tell on him. He only stayed at the school until the end of his third year though.
The summer after his third year He woke up one morning and came out of his room in the orphanage to see the hall strewn with the bodies of the muggles that lived there with him. A small smirk played on his face as he searched the building for the culprit. It was then that he met a woman with wild brown hair and wild brown eyes like his own. She told him that she was his mother, and that the dark lord who all the britains were afraid of was my father. She then took him to britain where he stayed with his aunt, and uncle Lucious and Narcissa malfoy. He staid with them until Lucious was arrested. He was tought how to perform magic by other death eaters.
At sixteen he moved in with a deatheater called Runcorn. He stayed there for a year until his father was killed, and he had thought his mother had been as well. He then left, and traveled the world not really talking to anyone, and doing his best to stay out of the publics eye. Only slipping up with a murder here and there, but they never knew who he was, and he was never caught. It was only by chance that he was passing through london when he saw his mothers name in the headlines of the daily prophet when having a drink at the leaky cauldron. It was this that made him decide to stay and seek out his mother.
Put You To The Test
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Roleplay Sample; Jack walked down knocturn alley with a particularly angry look on his face. He had been in great britain for a few weeks, and had still been unable to find his mother. Of course the only people who had known who his parents were were his parents, and his father was dead. So it wasn't like he could go around saying 'Hey have you seen Bellatrix I'm her long lost son she never talks about.' He laughed at his own thoughts, and a witch gave him a look as if he was crazy. He made a move for his wand, and the woman quickly walked away from him.
He couldn't help, but smirk. He found that so many witches and wizards today were weak, and fearfull. Those with magical blood should be strong, and proud. Those with out, well he didn't believe they deserved very much at all. They should be happy just to breathe. Now what he had to figure out was how to bring his mother to him since he obviously was not going to find her. As to how to accomplish this he would have to do what he had so avoided. He would need to bring the public eye on himself. He knew exactly how to do that. He withdrew his wand as he came upon a wizard of about his age. He channeled all of his hate, and his rage as he pointed his wand at the man, and spoke a single word. "CRUCIO"
