| Theodore Alexander Nott |
[22 Feb 2008|10:03pm] |
OOC Information:
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Character Information:
Full Name: Theodore Alexander Nott
Age/Date of Birth: 17/ January 22, 1980
Birthplace: Surrey, England
House/Former House:Slytherin
Place of Residence: Nott Manor - Surrey, England
Affliation During the War and why: DE. His father was a prominent figure in the Death Eater/Pureblood circles. Naturally, he was obligated to follow his patriarch's wishes.
Personality: Silent but deadly. This is perhaps the most suitable phrase one could use to describe Theodore Nott. He 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.
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, however, not exactly one who was particularly sociable or concerns himself over where he stood in the social circles. 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 surrounded himself with, one that prevents people from getting too close to him. He had been taught that no one can hurt him unless he allowed them too; he figured if no one can get close enough no one will be able to manage to do so.
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 considered 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 (and counter hexes).
Sexual Preference: Heterosexual
Physical 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.
PB Choice: Mathias Lauridsen
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- attending balls and social occasions, and traveling all over. 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, one that his family owned. 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. It was as if life just went on for the old man; he continued to go to work and go home 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 barely minded. It was peaceful, secured and easy; one cannot possibly ask for more.
Theodore started attending Hogwarts of Witchcraft and Wizardry when he was eleven, as all the wizards and witches of his age did. It had not been a total surprise to him that he was sorted into Slytherin house, though he wasn’t too keen in immediately making allegiances. 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 him. If he was given credit for anything, it was for his studies. He dedicated a lot of himself to his academics. It was all 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 his 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 did not have the most stable of relationships, but he was still his blood, his patriarch. It was an embarrassment, a disgrace upon his name and his ancestors. It came as an obligation for him to side with the Dark for his Father during his sixth year during the Gathering, though in the end, he could only remain faithful to himself. He could not 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 that 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…
What are your character's future aspirations?: Now, Theodore he has inherited the entirety of the Nott Estates and businesses. At the moment, he has given the responsibility of taking care of his properties to his Father's advisers. In the future, perhaps after he graduates from Hogwarts, he aspires to run his businesses himself- the vineyards and apothecaries, the international franchise of hotels- and even later, perhaps find a suitable woman that would bear him his heir.
What is your character's opinion on the outcome of the war?: Theodore has no concerns over the war's outcome. He believes everything happens for a reason, and is now resolved over the fact that the side he and his father stuck to had fallen. He has not a thing to regret. A person can only continue living while he is alive, he believes...
RP Sample (Third person): The moonlight seeping through the high stained windows threw colorful parallel shadows on Theodore Nott’s pale features as he walked along the deserted late night corridors of Hogwarts. The evening air was slightly cool and crisp, turning his defined cheeks bright pink as he climbed a staircase leading to the Main Hall. Raising one gloved hand, he readjusted the woolen green and silver striped scarf around his neck as he pushed the Great Doors open and, as swift and sly as a cat, quietly exited the castle. Clad in pristine school robes- pressed white shirt, vest and long robes- he braved the outside late autumn weather. His pace was unhurried, casual, very unlike him. If someone had been overlooking, one would find it odd how careless his actions all seemed; the slight jump in his step, the slight sway of his head, the way his eyes roamed everywhere and not just focused one place. It was just one of those nights when Theo was in an odd mood. It was a strange fact that he was easier to tolerate in days like this for most people; he was carefree and curious, too lazy to be pompous and not at all concerned with detaching himself from those around him. Ironically though, the people who normally tolerated him as his usual self cannot possibly bear being around him when he was like this. It was all too strange.
His hand disappeared inside his pocket and pulled out a golden watch linked to a chain- a gift from his Father; it read 10:30pm. It was a good thing, he thought, the lateness of the hour. No one should be around; no one should ever see him like this. Placing the watch back in his robe pocket, he then made his way across the lawn of the grounds, his long rich dark robes dancing behind him against the passing breeze. Heaving a small sigh, Theo neared a shady lone wooden bench under an old tree overlooking the majestic lake. The breath-taking landscape, the bright moon and star-studded dark blue sky were just dying to be admired, he thought. He settled comfortably on the long seat, took his gloved hands from his pockets and crossed his legs under him. Quietly, he watched the moon just barely peeking through a dark cluster of clouds over the mountaintops in the far distance...
Journal Entry Sample (First person):
20th of October, 1997
[PRIVATE]
The castle has been awfully quiet of late, the days too long for- I suspect- anyone's liking. Strange. Despite how much I'm appreciating the silence, the downside of this circumstance is it is leaving me bored and unamused. The lack of any activity is almost disappointing...
[/PRIVATE]
I do believe I need to extend my library.
I badly need a good read to remedy my boredom. Particularly fiction. An epic would be fantastic, preferably more than 600 pages. I'd wish for one published fairly recently, though should be one that is... suitable by all standards.
Suggestions are most welcome.
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