in character.
FULL NAME: Theodore Alexander Nott
AGE/BIRTHDATE: 17/ February 9, 1980
HOUSE AND YEAR: Slytherin, 7th year
BLOODLINE: Pureblood
WAND: 14” Ashwinder Ash Core, Mahogany Wood
SEXUALITY: Heterosexual
STATUS: Single ... since birth
in depth.
PERSONALITY: Theodore Nott is a cold-blooded Slytherin by heart, a true proud pureblood, the sole heir to his family’s estate, and a cultured, mature young man of seventeen. His strong feelings about mudbloods and muggles rivaled that of the Slytherin mates, though he wasn't as vocal about the issue as they were.
Theodore has a constant calculating, distant air about him. He would be someone one would find sitting silently on an armchair by the fireplace, completely engrossed in an insanely thick book, or walking about the grounds with nothing but a quill and his notebook to keep him company. This has only worked against or for him in his social relationships, though more often that not, it turns people off. This fact has never bothered him at all, however, not exactly one who was particularly sociable. A snob, he is most often considered, though this is not entirely true. He merely measures people up for a time first- takes note of their mannerisms, body language- before he determines if they are worthy company. He’s one to be quiet and cold in first meetings, simply offers clipped responses and curt nods- gestures dictated by formalities though not once did he forget his manners. Almost always heavily guarded, the years have allowed him to perfect the thick impenetrable wall of indifference he has built around him, one that prevents people from getting too close to him. He had been taught that no one can hurt him unless he allowed them to; he figured if no one can get close no one will manage to do so.
It is only when he has allowed someone to get close enough does he show a more sensitive side of himself. Theo is a lover of music and the arts. His younger years were mostly spent traveling, attending operas and exhibits with his mother. If he were to keep any company, they should share his passion for such beautiful things, or at least respect his love for them.
He was never one who considers patience as a virtue, thinking 'why wait when it could be done now?'. His wit is exceptionally fast, so he has not the tolerance for those who cannot keep up with him. Memory, perhaps, is one of his greatest strengths. He has a great capacity for memorizing, and in his younger years, even fancied himself as having a photographic memory. While that's since faded slightly, he is still able to remember dates and details that others may not notice or care to remember, as he's keenly aware that because others may not remember them, he might as well, just in case they come in handy someday. Another forte of his is the Dark Arts. After having been exposed to such since birth, he now has a good grasp on his charms and hexes.
APPEARANCE: Theodore stands at an impressive six feet tall and possesses a slim, thin built. His light brown hair is thick and rather wavy, cut clean and short, and comes out dark blonde at times with the trick of the light. His features are angular and strong. His eyes are blue, light and cold. He has the narrow pointy nose of his father and a generous mouth, one that’s most often set into a hard line or a frown.
HISTORY: Theodore was born in a privileged, lavish life; the first and sole son of one Theodore Nott Sr. and his wife Claudette Nott. Having been raised in a pureblood home, he had grown to take every ideal and belief he had been taught about his blood and those below him to heart. Even at a young age, he believed he was in a position above everyone else.
His parents’ marriage had been an arrangement from the start, a contract if you will by their pureblood families for the sake of blood preservation. Love, as one might be able to predict, was out of the question. His mother, however, had learned to love the man she married; his father did not. Being so young back then, Theodore was completely oblivious to this fact. Claudette Nott was a kind, loving soul. She distracted him from the not-so-perfect family picture by showering him with affection and showing him the beauties the world could offer. There was never a day that Theodore did not feel loved.
He was merely at the tender age of five when Theodore lost his mother. Nott Sr. and Claudette had a fight one winter evening and it was then that Theo’s mother had decided to leave the Manor. Theo could barely remember it all, though he could recall one vivid memory where he was peeping from under the staircase and saw his mother carrying one of the luggages they took on their trips. He could not even shout after her; he merely watched silently as she went out the door.
Exactly one week after, Ministry Officials came and reported that she was found dead in one the posh hotels in Diagon Alley. She had poisoned herself in her room.
It was during his mother’s absence that Theodore gradually withdrew from life, from his Father, from the ones around him. Having no strength to even attend her funeral, he kept to himself in his room, letting himself be absorbed in books he had read a million times over, with his mother’s pillow just beside him on his bed. He refused to eat and could barely sleep, spending long nights awake on his bed, crying for nights on end. His father had not even tried to console him. A year after, Theodore had decided to finally visit his mother’s grave. It was during that one defining instance where he found closure; he had not cried since then.
As a child, he could not help but be angry at his Father for barely sparing his mother a tear after her death, a grudge which he has taken with him through the years. It was as if life just went on for the old man; he continued to go to work and go home as if in routine, almost as if nothing had happened. Theodore might not desire to be near the man, but he has never even once showed him any form of disrespect. He goes to his father when he was called, answers when he was asked. It was courtesy that became the foundation of their relationship, and Theodore found that he barely minded.
He started attending Hogwarts of Witchcraft and Wizardry when he was eleven. It had not been a total surprise to him that he was sorted into Slytherin house, though he wasn’t too keen in making allegiances just yet. He survived his school years by not drawing too much attention to himself, which he pulls off by being silent and avoiding anything that might turn the spotlight on his direction. If he was given credit for anything at all, it was for his studies. He dedicated a lot of himself to his academics, mostly for himself though part of it was because he wanted nothing for his Father to disapprove of.
When his father had been imprisoned in fifth year, the emotions that overwhelmed him were inexpressible. He was relieved for some reason, saddened in one degree and ultimately furious. He and his father might not have the most stable relationship, but he was still his blood, his patriarch. It came as an obligation for him to side with the Dark for his Father during his sixth year, and it was then that he started forming allegiances. In the end however, he could only remain faithful to himself. He couldn’t see himself serving his father’s Lord Voldemort. In the final battle, he fought for neither side, withdrew to the far countryside to escape the pressures of war. He had nothing to fight for, so there was no reason for him to stay…
After the war, he returned to his old home with the burden of his Father’s Death. Like a good son, he buried his Father right beside his mother’s grave. His days of mourning for him were significantly shorter than his mother’s. Now, he has decided to return to Hogwarts, with the wounds left on him by the war behind him. It was time to start anew…
out of character.
NAME: Felicisima
AGE: 20
E-MAIL / INSTANT MESSAGING: felicisimaa@yahoo.com / felicisimaa @ AIM
TIMEZONE: GMT +7
PLAYED BY:Mathias Lauridsen
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing. Mathias Lauridsen owns himself and JKR owns all of our souls. END.
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