Post by Κομμα on Sept 1, 2011 10:51:11 GMT 7
I don't have a horcrux... Why not? Because-- I mean, it's not like you haven't murdered people. Not yet I haven't! But you show up at various ages. I'd like to point out to anyone reading, we're currently working with sixteen-year-old Timothy, and that this could get confusing because of all the different ages he likes to show up as. I still don't ever intend to have a bloody horcrux... *mumblemumble*
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Name: Timothy Morfin Gaunt
Race: Wizard?
Age: Sixteen, at the moment. I end up here at this age most often, but I tend to be anywhere from three to forty-seven. Never older than forty-seven, since apparently I don't live past the age of forty-seven. Something to look forward to in later life ~_~
Appears: I could probably pass as a couple years older, though at my time of death I've been told I could have passed for early forties, perhaps late thirties. That really is something to look forward to, at least.
Appearance: I-- Warnings of egotistical self-description--Silencio *is silenced* OxO All right, perhaps I have got a bit of an ego, but not without good reason. I am quite sexy, after all. *facepalms* Well, anyway, I have black hair. Sort of whispy-like, near shoulder-length and layered. I can't do much else with it, has a lot of volume and doesn't like me doing anything to it, but at least it falls into place well on its own. Pale complexion, but it goes well with my hair and my eyes. My eyes are a rather bright turquoise, a bit on the narrow side, slight dark circles underneath that don't like going away but still don't take away from the whole look, really. And he pretty much always looks like he's out to cause some sort of trouble. All smirky and sarcastic-looking all the time. *smirk* Can't argue there, can I? Well, how about a picture? Pretty accurate, except for the green eyes; his eyes are indeed turquoise. The hair style is right, the overall attitude is even right. He doesn't tend to wear his school uniform extremely tidily, might have his scarf loosened on occasion even. He used to wear a silver chain with the Peverell ring on it, but once he grew into the ring he just started wearing it on his finger. He looked much the same growing up; he's never been fond of haircuts, so his hair never stays short. Later in life, the only real difference is a goatee and a few age lines.
Personality:I'm very proud of my heritage. Not so much of my father. I don't get along well with Gryffindors. I have my father's short temper and I'm good at fighting, which isn't the best combination in the world, I admit. I have little interest in Quidditch, except as further means to play jokes on unsuspecting Gryffindors. He's a terrible flier. >_< *grumblemumble* I actually don't hate all things Muggle, and I hate people who group me in with my father and simply assume that I must. I happen to rather like cars. And guns. And tanks. And-- I think we get the point >_> And bombs. I began learning Legilimency and Occlumency rather young and they've become a huge part of my life ever since. I'm quite sarcastic, I've been told. School bores me, though I do well in my classes enough to be a member of the Slug Club. I'm quite a magnet to the fairer sex. While I know it's mostly because I'm just that bloody amazing, I believe it's because I'm the sort of bloke that pisses off their parents. ~_~ As I've said, egotistical.
Likes: Oh, cars. Yes yes yes cars. Just don't tell my father I still like them *cringe* *sniggers* Oh, quiet. I enjoy a good helping of rulebreaking and pranking. I like Slug, he's probably my favorite teacher. And I don't suppose I mind Dumbledore, at least he seems to trust me more than Dippet. I also have a bit of a thing for Muggle music of my era and further back >< Some of the stuff later on isn't that bad, either. And... Muggle Studies was a relatively interesting course. BUT I'M STILL PROUD OF MY HERITAGE. No you're not, you're just like any other blood traitors
*is hexed* -_-' Anyway. I do like snakes, but not nearly as much as my old man. I unfortunately love Annabelle, in spite of what I know happens later with that. I enjoy getting inside peoples' heads and mucking things around, especially Professor Sable, that’s always hilarious. Alpha as well, she’s highly entertaining to bother. Yeah, he enjoys being a total ass. Only a bit T-T *has the meanest writer ever*
Dislikes: This could get a bit complicated, so I’ll just do the general things first that stay static through my entire life. I dislike reading as a hobby, but I’ll do it if I have to. I can’t stand flying, I’m terrible at it. I don’t necessarily dislike the Malfoy family, but they do rather make me cringe at times. I do dislike Abraxas Malfoy, quite intensely, and Lucius Malfoy isn’t much better. I dislike Gryffindors. Always have, the only exception is my daughter, I suppose, but that’s not until later. I guess we’re getting into the differences here now? I of course very strongly disliked muggles and Mudbloods and half-breeds and all that general mishmash for much of my early life, and gradually grew more skeptical over the years until I was on Voldemort’s side simply out of fear for the safety of my family.
Fears: Well, I’m a little scared of Alpha >_>
History: Well, this ought to be lengthy… and confusing, since I don’t know the full details of my later history at the moment, only vague ones.
I know my mother died when I was very young and held some ties to Grindelwald. My father thinks of her as a blood traitor; I think she tricked him to meet some means of her own and he later found out and threw her out, and she died shortly thereafter. I remember very, very little about her except flashbacks in dreams that I can barely remember. I know I look more like her than my father, to say the least. The money that pays for my schooling is money she left me; my father is prohibited by law from spending any of it on himself, and every Knut, Sickle, and Galleon of it becomes mine on my seventeenth birthday.
My father raised me up to be a Muggle hater just like him. Raving sociopath, gets along with snakes better than people. His eyes stare off in two different directions and he was missing a large majority of his teeth for a large majority of my life, ended up getting false ones eventually. Quite a charming man. I hope sarcasm carries over well on keyboards, else this might come out making very little sense. So. Grew up outside the Muggle town of Little Hangleton, around five miles or so from Great Hangleton. None of the villagers liked my father and they all seemed to pity me for having to live with them; when I was old enough to go into town on my own, I generally was polite enough with everyone; unlike my father, I am perfectly capable of civility.
I found Legilimency and Occlumency books that belonged to my mother a couple years after I had learned all your basic reading skills and read up on the subjects. By the time I entered Hogwarts, I had a basic understanding on the subjects and was at least able to employ Legilimency on my father. My Transfiguration professor, Albus Dumbledore as some of you likely know him, was quite astounded by this. I think he figured out right off the bat that I wasn’t going to be a typical headcase like most of the Gaunt family had been for a few generations. Dumbledore became my standard on the subjects; I wouldn’t feel I was good at Occlumency until I could keep Dumbledore out of my head; wouldn’t feel I had any skill in Legilimency until I could break into his mind. I never achieved the latter goal. The former was only a bit easier, and I could keep him out by my fifth year with great effort on my part.
Tom, I met him on the Hogwarts Express. We ended up sitting in the same compartment together and, as it so often happens, became friends as a result. How long genuine friendship lasted and when he began looking at me as a follower, as a means to get his way, I can’t say I know. It hit me fairly hard in our fifth year when he opened the Chamber of Secrets and dragged me along for the ride. Outwardly, it was an act of friendship—he found something amazing and wanted to share it with the only person he really trusted as a friend. As it went on, however, it seemed that he only wanted to use me as a scapegoat; as the only known heir of Slytherin at Hogwarts, people instantly suspected me… and, thanks to Tom, I was involved. Quite ingenious of him.
Past this point, it becomes foggy. Everything was resolved. That Myrtle girl did die, and Tom closed the chamber after pinning it all on Rubeus Hagrid so Hogwarts wouldn’t be closed, end of our fifth year. That summer, I was somehow involved in the events surrounding the murders of the Riddle family in Little Hangleton, and my father was blamed. I ended up stuck in the middle of a custody battle that summer between sides of my mother’s family I had never met, and learned a great deal more about her. I learned even more the summer before my seventh year. Grindelwald tracked me down. Looking for the Peverell Ring. I didn’t give it up, and he didn’t kill me over it. It wasn’t long after that he was defeated by Dumbledore and locked away in his own prison. The same summer, I managed to get my hands on Slytherin’s locket before Tom could.
Annabelle and I (we started dating in our fourth year) got married sometime after we both finished Hogwarts. Had a son in ’57, a daughter in ’59. Annabelle, the women in her family, on her maternal side, had apparently been skilled in all things pertaining to Divination (she was the only reason I took the bloody course), and made a prophecy shortly after our daughter was born that the younger generation of the Gaunt family would apparently pose a threat to Voldemort in their later years if it wasn’t ensured that they be brought to his side. At this point, my loyalty to Tom was already beginning to wane in secret. Tom was there for the prophecy, and resolved in his calm manner that my children would either be killed or branded as his followers. I wanted neither to happen. Annabelle and I argued over it, and it unfortunately led to my murdering her. So I thought, anyway. I put an apparition block on the house the night I found out she intended to take the children to him. I stopped her with a stunning spell, cast a Cursed Fire, and got the two of them out. When the fire was put out, her remains weren’t recovered. My story was that the fire had been set while we were all asleep and I only managed to get the children out.
I ended up with a job heading the Department of International Magical Cooperation eventually. My wife’s house elf, who got out on her own, was left to Katalina, my daughter, and generally took care of the kids while I was out. My daughter was sorted into Gryffindor. A week in, I was forced by Voldemort to pull her out for homeschooling; if she was sorted into Gryffindor, he said, I hadn’t done a good enough job of stamping the dark arts into her. She ran off before her fifth year; with the permissions of Dumbledore and secretly of myself, she was allowed to enter Hogwarts. Voldemort killed me during her fifth year, but my will was already written and distributed as I had anticipated he would. My story obviously ends right there. My children managed to survive, but stayed in hiding for much of their lives.
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Aaaaaand that's everything ^^
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Name: Timothy Morfin Gaunt
Race: Wizard?
Age: Sixteen, at the moment. I end up here at this age most often, but I tend to be anywhere from three to forty-seven. Never older than forty-seven, since apparently I don't live past the age of forty-seven. Something to look forward to in later life ~_~
Appears: I could probably pass as a couple years older, though at my time of death I've been told I could have passed for early forties, perhaps late thirties. That really is something to look forward to, at least.
Appearance: I-- Warnings of egotistical self-description--Silencio *is silenced* OxO All right, perhaps I have got a bit of an ego, but not without good reason. I am quite sexy, after all. *facepalms* Well, anyway, I have black hair. Sort of whispy-like, near shoulder-length and layered. I can't do much else with it, has a lot of volume and doesn't like me doing anything to it, but at least it falls into place well on its own. Pale complexion, but it goes well with my hair and my eyes. My eyes are a rather bright turquoise, a bit on the narrow side, slight dark circles underneath that don't like going away but still don't take away from the whole look, really. And he pretty much always looks like he's out to cause some sort of trouble. All smirky and sarcastic-looking all the time. *smirk* Can't argue there, can I? Well, how about a picture? Pretty accurate, except for the green eyes; his eyes are indeed turquoise. The hair style is right, the overall attitude is even right. He doesn't tend to wear his school uniform extremely tidily, might have his scarf loosened on occasion even. He used to wear a silver chain with the Peverell ring on it, but once he grew into the ring he just started wearing it on his finger. He looked much the same growing up; he's never been fond of haircuts, so his hair never stays short. Later in life, the only real difference is a goatee and a few age lines.
Personality:I'm very proud of my heritage. Not so much of my father. I don't get along well with Gryffindors. I have my father's short temper and I'm good at fighting, which isn't the best combination in the world, I admit. I have little interest in Quidditch, except as further means to play jokes on unsuspecting Gryffindors. He's a terrible flier. >_< *grumblemumble* I actually don't hate all things Muggle, and I hate people who group me in with my father and simply assume that I must. I happen to rather like cars. And guns. And tanks. And-- I think we get the point >_> And bombs. I began learning Legilimency and Occlumency rather young and they've become a huge part of my life ever since. I'm quite sarcastic, I've been told. School bores me, though I do well in my classes enough to be a member of the Slug Club. I'm quite a magnet to the fairer sex. While I know it's mostly because I'm just that bloody amazing, I believe it's because I'm the sort of bloke that pisses off their parents. ~_~ As I've said, egotistical.
Likes: Oh, cars. Yes yes yes cars. Just don't tell my father I still like them *cringe* *sniggers* Oh, quiet. I enjoy a good helping of rulebreaking and pranking. I like Slug, he's probably my favorite teacher. And I don't suppose I mind Dumbledore, at least he seems to trust me more than Dippet. I also have a bit of a thing for Muggle music of my era and further back >< Some of the stuff later on isn't that bad, either. And... Muggle Studies was a relatively interesting course. BUT I'M STILL PROUD OF MY HERITAGE. No you're not, you're just like any other blood traitors
*is hexed* -_-' Anyway. I do like snakes, but not nearly as much as my old man. I unfortunately love Annabelle, in spite of what I know happens later with that. I enjoy getting inside peoples' heads and mucking things around, especially Professor Sable, that’s always hilarious. Alpha as well, she’s highly entertaining to bother. Yeah, he enjoys being a total ass. Only a bit T-T *has the meanest writer ever*Dislikes: This could get a bit complicated, so I’ll just do the general things first that stay static through my entire life. I dislike reading as a hobby, but I’ll do it if I have to. I can’t stand flying, I’m terrible at it. I don’t necessarily dislike the Malfoy family, but they do rather make me cringe at times. I do dislike Abraxas Malfoy, quite intensely, and Lucius Malfoy isn’t much better. I dislike Gryffindors. Always have, the only exception is my daughter, I suppose, but that’s not until later. I guess we’re getting into the differences here now? I of course very strongly disliked muggles and Mudbloods and half-breeds and all that general mishmash for much of my early life, and gradually grew more skeptical over the years until I was on Voldemort’s side simply out of fear for the safety of my family.
Fears: Well, I’m a little scared of Alpha >_>
History: Well, this ought to be lengthy… and confusing, since I don’t know the full details of my later history at the moment, only vague ones.
I know my mother died when I was very young and held some ties to Grindelwald. My father thinks of her as a blood traitor; I think she tricked him to meet some means of her own and he later found out and threw her out, and she died shortly thereafter. I remember very, very little about her except flashbacks in dreams that I can barely remember. I know I look more like her than my father, to say the least. The money that pays for my schooling is money she left me; my father is prohibited by law from spending any of it on himself, and every Knut, Sickle, and Galleon of it becomes mine on my seventeenth birthday.
My father raised me up to be a Muggle hater just like him. Raving sociopath, gets along with snakes better than people. His eyes stare off in two different directions and he was missing a large majority of his teeth for a large majority of my life, ended up getting false ones eventually. Quite a charming man. I hope sarcasm carries over well on keyboards, else this might come out making very little sense. So. Grew up outside the Muggle town of Little Hangleton, around five miles or so from Great Hangleton. None of the villagers liked my father and they all seemed to pity me for having to live with them; when I was old enough to go into town on my own, I generally was polite enough with everyone; unlike my father, I am perfectly capable of civility.
I found Legilimency and Occlumency books that belonged to my mother a couple years after I had learned all your basic reading skills and read up on the subjects. By the time I entered Hogwarts, I had a basic understanding on the subjects and was at least able to employ Legilimency on my father. My Transfiguration professor, Albus Dumbledore as some of you likely know him, was quite astounded by this. I think he figured out right off the bat that I wasn’t going to be a typical headcase like most of the Gaunt family had been for a few generations. Dumbledore became my standard on the subjects; I wouldn’t feel I was good at Occlumency until I could keep Dumbledore out of my head; wouldn’t feel I had any skill in Legilimency until I could break into his mind. I never achieved the latter goal. The former was only a bit easier, and I could keep him out by my fifth year with great effort on my part.
Tom, I met him on the Hogwarts Express. We ended up sitting in the same compartment together and, as it so often happens, became friends as a result. How long genuine friendship lasted and when he began looking at me as a follower, as a means to get his way, I can’t say I know. It hit me fairly hard in our fifth year when he opened the Chamber of Secrets and dragged me along for the ride. Outwardly, it was an act of friendship—he found something amazing and wanted to share it with the only person he really trusted as a friend. As it went on, however, it seemed that he only wanted to use me as a scapegoat; as the only known heir of Slytherin at Hogwarts, people instantly suspected me… and, thanks to Tom, I was involved. Quite ingenious of him.
Past this point, it becomes foggy. Everything was resolved. That Myrtle girl did die, and Tom closed the chamber after pinning it all on Rubeus Hagrid so Hogwarts wouldn’t be closed, end of our fifth year. That summer, I was somehow involved in the events surrounding the murders of the Riddle family in Little Hangleton, and my father was blamed. I ended up stuck in the middle of a custody battle that summer between sides of my mother’s family I had never met, and learned a great deal more about her. I learned even more the summer before my seventh year. Grindelwald tracked me down. Looking for the Peverell Ring. I didn’t give it up, and he didn’t kill me over it. It wasn’t long after that he was defeated by Dumbledore and locked away in his own prison. The same summer, I managed to get my hands on Slytherin’s locket before Tom could.
Annabelle and I (we started dating in our fourth year) got married sometime after we both finished Hogwarts. Had a son in ’57, a daughter in ’59. Annabelle, the women in her family, on her maternal side, had apparently been skilled in all things pertaining to Divination (she was the only reason I took the bloody course), and made a prophecy shortly after our daughter was born that the younger generation of the Gaunt family would apparently pose a threat to Voldemort in their later years if it wasn’t ensured that they be brought to his side. At this point, my loyalty to Tom was already beginning to wane in secret. Tom was there for the prophecy, and resolved in his calm manner that my children would either be killed or branded as his followers. I wanted neither to happen. Annabelle and I argued over it, and it unfortunately led to my murdering her. So I thought, anyway. I put an apparition block on the house the night I found out she intended to take the children to him. I stopped her with a stunning spell, cast a Cursed Fire, and got the two of them out. When the fire was put out, her remains weren’t recovered. My story was that the fire had been set while we were all asleep and I only managed to get the children out.
I ended up with a job heading the Department of International Magical Cooperation eventually. My wife’s house elf, who got out on her own, was left to Katalina, my daughter, and generally took care of the kids while I was out. My daughter was sorted into Gryffindor. A week in, I was forced by Voldemort to pull her out for homeschooling; if she was sorted into Gryffindor, he said, I hadn’t done a good enough job of stamping the dark arts into her. She ran off before her fifth year; with the permissions of Dumbledore and secretly of myself, she was allowed to enter Hogwarts. Voldemort killed me during her fifth year, but my will was already written and distributed as I had anticipated he would. My story obviously ends right there. My children managed to survive, but stayed in hiding for much of their lives.
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Aaaaaand that's everything ^^
