Post by brandon on Jul 25, 2009 22:48:31 GMT -5
Introducing: Brandon Theodore Nott
The Basics
Name; Brandon Theodore Nott
Age;Seventeen
Birthday;March 29th
Gender; Male
Year; Sixth
House; Ravenclaw
Occupation;
Wand; 13 inch, blackthorn, dragon heartstring
The Outer Layer
Physical Appearance; Brandon Thedore Nott is a very good looking guy. He has the most perfect blonde hair that flips towards the ends. He has stunning blue eyes and they can change with his mood. He is toned, but not too bulky, just enough to attract the ladies. Brandon has the nicest smile that you can see and charms all the ladies, it's a shame he wasn't put in Slytherin, they would have gained another blonde haired, blue-eyed, arrogant partier.
The Inner Layer[/u]
Patronus; Panther
Boggart; Everyone around him deserting him
Strengths; girls, charms, quidditch, determined
Weaknesses; completely self-absorbed, arrogant, attracts trouble
Personality; Brandon Nott is one of the most self absorbed people you can meet. Most of his conversations consist with thoughts of himself and often end with him walking to a bathroom to check on his appearance. He is a complete pretty boy and it must work for him, since he has a girlfriend almost every other day.
Brandon is also extremely arrogant. He boasts his abilities often, but he can actually back them up. As a result of this arrogance, you might suspect that he gets into a lot of duels, and you are right. He loves them though, so most of the time he wins. It's quite a surprise that he is a Ravenclaw, most of his qualities are also in Slytherins, but he is extremely witty, one of his most dominate qualities. That must by why he was sorted into the house he was. He is also very determined. He refuses to settle for anything less than perfection, which makes his marks top notch, despite the partying mentality.
He is also a total partier. His philosophy is; "The more wasted, the better." He loves to socialize and get wild, so this shoudn't be a surprise to anyone. He is at every party, dance, social event that takes place at Hogwarts and loves to be the life of the party. It's just what he does and anyone who thinks it is wrong, "can suck it."
The Past
History; Brandon can't remember much of his past, he just didn't pay much attention. The most dominant memories he has are of him getting into trouble, but talking himself out of it. He does know however, that he was born on March 29th, along with his twin sister. His parents are the best of the wizarding world, spoiling him rotten. He is extremely close to his twin sister and would do anything for her. They grew up in legendary Godric's Hollow, and Brandon refuses to not be another famous wizard to reside there. Most of the family's days were spent outside, enjoying the nice backyard that they had and fiddling around with new toys.
Brandon received his letter to Hogwarts on his tenth birthday, as well as his sister. They were both so happy to be off and learn great things. He was sorted into Ravenclaw, his sister into Hufflepuff, but it didn't divide the two, it actually made them closer. They hung out even more than before and are often seen eating together with a large grouop of friends. It is now his sixth year and mischief and parties await this anxious Ravenclaw.
Put You To The Test
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Roleplay Sample; It had been a long time that The Dark Lord had set foot inside the House of Riddle. He was currently rummaging around inside of the old sitting room, where he knew that his mother had hid something from her own father. He continued to wander, finally coming to the conclusion that his grandfather had found it and sold it off. The thought that this swine had stolen something that was rightfully the Dark Lord's made Voldemort extremely happy that he had murdered them in this very house. He exited the room and made his way through the maze of extravagant rooms. This would have been a perfect place for the Death Eaters to organize, if only it wasn't too obvious that this was where they would seek safe haven. It was up to his standards at least. A mansion placed on a hillside, rich colored fabrics, flowing tapestries. It was true, the Riddles knew how to live. Deciding it was time to return to the Malfoy's Manor, he made his way to the large front doors, framed in enormous glass windows. Once outside, he took off, soaring through the air. It was true. Voldemort could soar through the night skies without the need of a broom, and as far as he was concerned, brooms were a waste of perfectly good magic. The night was cool and it felt good against his bare forearms. WIthin a few moments, thunder and lightening made their first appearance of the night and a few drops of rain had begun to fall. On the ground below, he could see trees and a front gate, very prominent among the rest of the scenery. With a quick glance forward, Voldemort was able to clearly make out white peacocks, signaling to him that he was above his target. He landed in the backyard and made haste towards the back door as the rain began to pick up. He swished his wand and the door opened with a bang and he strolled through the house, towards the main meeting spot, the drawing room. Again he used his wand to open the door and walked to the chair he desired.
Voldemort sat down in a deep red, over-sized wing back chair which was placed directly in front of the fire. He was soon stroking the top of Nagini's head as she slithered on and off of the chair. It was raining outside even more, thunder was rolling and there was the faint scent of smoke in the air. Lightening struck off in the distance and Voldemort smiled. "I do believe, Nagini, that someone's house might be on fire." This thought gave him great humor. The thought of suffering, not caused by him, would almost certainly be credited to the Dark Lord and in all reality, this pleased him. Now that he was again on the rise, people would think the slightest of atrocities would have been committed by him, only adding to his reputation. "It will be a good night." As for now, he was awaiting the arrival of his faithful servants. He knew that they would be here shortly, as to how many he had no idea. Several were beginning to get scared that the ministry would interfere with the meetings and such, locking away any of his followers. After much reassurance, they still dawdled on whether or not to make an appearance.
Tonight was going to be an important night. It was going to be the night when he decided who was going to be in his utmost highest standings among the Death Eaters, to again establish his Inner Circle. It would be a great disappointment to him if many of them decided to stay at home, not risk their safety for the Dark Lord. This thought brewed much anger inside Voldemort. "How dare they," he began thinking. "After all i have done for them, move them higher up in the food chain. It would be good for their families health to show up on this night." Another reason this night would be so key, was that it was a night to induct more, younger students at Hogwarts into his following. He needed new, bright minds to help in the struggle that was to disestablish the supposed "Greatest school of witchcraft and wizardry." And it would all begin very shortly.
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