Theodore Nott

[Theodore Nott]

the Life and Lies of

theodore.maro .nott

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"The storm is coming, but I don’t mind.
People are dying, I close my binds.
All that I know is I’m breathing now.
I want to change the world, instead I sleep.
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Flesh, Blood and Bone
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AGE:[/color]
Seventeen
NICKNAMES:[/color]
Theo, Nott
DATE OF BIRTH:[/color]
February 2nd, 1980
HOUSE:[/color]
Slytherin
YEAR:[/color]
Seventh
OCCUPATION:[/color]
Student/Heir of Nott family
WAND:[/color]
Eleven and three quarters, dogwood, dragon claw core.
BROOM:[/color]
None.
SEXUALITY:[/color]
Bisexual.

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HAIR:[/color]
Theo's hair is somewhat long, somewhat short. It crosses that fine line between normal and girly. It covers his forehead, some strands reaching his eyebrows. It barely goes over his ears. It is nearly always kept.
EYES:[/color]
His eyes are icy blue. They're his best feature. When he's angry, they're as cold as ice, and as peaceful as the ocean when calm.
HEIGHT:[/color]
Five feet, nine inches.
WEIGHT:[/color]
One hundred and thirty-seven pounds.
BUILD:[/color]
He is slender, almost weedy. The only reason he has much of a build on him at all is because he swims and, if they beg him to, occasionally play Quidditch.
DISTINCT MARKINGS:[/color]
None.
CLOTHING STYLE:[/color]
In a few words, Theo is barely falling short of being a metrosexual. He has a strong, appealing sense of style and spends a significant amount of time, effort, and galleons on what his appearance. He is up to all the fashion trends-both muggle and magical. He always figures out a way to combine everything he thinks looks good into his own personal sense of style. That doesn’t mean that he spends all his money on the most expensive things-although, more often than not, that is the case-but looks for things that’ll suit him to where he doesn’t have to spend the Nott family fortune. His attention to his hair and skin close to outranks the amount of time Malfoy spends on his. He knows exactly what haircut works for him and what doesn’t, as well as which shampoo he should and should not use. His finger nails and toe nails are always cut short and looking their best, and he shaves more often than anyone else he knows. He makes the biggest effort into looking his best.
OVERALL:[/color]
Despite the fact that Theo is the kind of person one sees but doesn’t really see and supports blending into the wall, his best features happen to be his looks and sense of style. He knows he is not the skinniest boy in Hogwarts, but he also knows he is certainly not Crabbe or Goyle. His skin, although obviously lacking in color where tans come in, is constantly moisturized and is not as pale as someone would expect of someone who spends all his time indoors curled up with a good book. His lips are a pale pink, never chapped, and usually curled up into a smile, smirk, or sneer depending on the person he is addressing.

The first thing people notice about him when they find themselves looking at him are his killer, icy blue eyes that pierce people when their gazes are focused on them. However, that is rare considering his blue eyes are hidden in some book, or, if he allows it to grow, his black hair. He also, thankfully, didn’t inherit his family’s dimples, something that would ruin his looks, in his opinion. He’s also, very unfortunately, prone to getting hurt easily. Tis why he doesn’t play Quidditch-a punch directed at his arm will appear in the form of an enormous bruise the next day.

PLAY-BY:[/color]
Logan W. Lerman

the Parting of the Ways
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LIKES:[/color]

• Peace and quiet – Theo enjoys being peaceful. He hates things and people that disrupt that because they disrupt his peace of mind and make him go back to worrying over the things he doesn’t care about.
  
• Literature – His favorite thing in the world to do is read. He doesn’t care if it’s a book a muggle wrote, either, so long as it is good enough to captivate him. If it’s not, the first thing it does is go into the fireplace.
  
• Coffee – There are some nights that he simply cannot get to sleep to. Because of that, Theo relies on strong, Spanish coffee to keep him energized so as to not wear himself thin.
  
• Imperfection – Despite what many people think, he prefers to have imperfections in himself. It reminds him that he is human and nothing like his father.
  
• Rainy days – Going back to the peace and quiet, the only noise he can really stand is the sound of rains falling down on roofs. They’re extremely calming and he loves them.
  
• Hardworking people – There is nothing that annoys him more than lazy people, enough said.
  
• Money – Without money, he would not be able to buy the things he wanted to give to his sister. Without that, she would have been as unspoiled at he was.
  
• Family – Theo is completely devoted to his family-at least, he is devoted to his sister. He would do anything for them. He wants to protect her and shield her from any harm.
  
• Sarcasm – A Slytherin’s best friend. It is something generally found in his voice. It doesn’t matter who he’s talking to; he will be sarcastic and he will get a kick out of it.

DISLIKES:[/color]

• Tormenting without reason – If he’s going to put forth the effort to make someone feel bad, he wants to do it with a reason in mind. People who pointlessly do it, or do it just because they were bored, piss him off.
  
• Being in the spotlight – If he wanted attention to be on himself, he would make himself pompous, annoying, and show everyone how he is generally better than they are. He doesn’t do it for a reason.
  
• Life changing decisions – Theo enjoys his life how it is. He doesn’t want that to change.
  
• Being completely ignored – If he speaks up, it’s for a reason. If they ignore that, not only do they anger him, but they probably get themselves into trouble they could have avoided.
  
• Weak people – There is no place for them in this world.
  
• Being told what to do – He does what he wants. What he happens to want, on the other hand, just so happens to go along with the things people don’t really want him doing.
  
• Blood Traitors – Not because of what they believe. They annoy Theo because there are better ways to protect half-bloods and mudbloods than announcing to the world that being prejudice is wrong. If they’re going to believe differently, they should, at least, have the nerve to do it intelligently.
  
• Losing – It’s not often that he tries to win at something. If he happens to lose, it’s something he can’t stand, especially when it’s to idiots that make him look especially bad.

STRENGTHS:[/color]

• Self-confidence – It takes someone Theo holds in very high respect for his self-confidence to be brought down. He’s a good looking bugger who just so happens to be incredibly smart.
  
• Hexes – If there is one thing he’s thankful for because of his dad, it is his abilities with hexes. Being trained from the age of 4 does that for him.
  
• Strong will – Theo believes in what he believes in. No amounts of people are going to change what he believes in. No amount of proof or moral reasoning. He does. What he. Wants.
  
• Apathy to what others think about him – They could think he was a crazy pureblood supremacist, a Mudblood loving blood traitor, or even that random kid that thinks he’s better than anyone. Theo doesn’t give a crap because he know how he is and the people he is closest to know how he is, too.
  
• Nonverbal Spells/Dueling – It’s something he taught himself to do. If he is ever unarmed, he doesn’t want to be defenseless.
  
• Potions – Because, you just wouldn’t be a proper Slytherin if you weren’t, at least, mundane at potions. Theo just happens to excel at them.

WEAKNESSES:[/color]

• Emotionally stunted – Growing up in the family that he did, Theo’s uncomfortable dealing with emotional people. He’s not even sure what the word ‘emotional’ means majority of the time. He knows what it’s like to be kind and what it’s like to be cruel. That’s basically where his knowledge ends.
  
• Romantically uneasy – There are hopeless romantics, and there are people who are hopeless when it comes to being romantic. Theo falls into the latter category.
  
• Introverted – He doesn’t like a great deal of people. There are only a certain amount of people he can deal being around.
  
• Too quiet – The world would be a better place-at least, the Slytherin world would be- if he just had the balls to speak up and let people know that what they were doing was idiotic. Unfortunately, he doesn’t do so.
  
• Coward – Even though he wouldn’t admit it, he’s a coward. He doesn’t like to fight-he a flier. Thankfully, he doesn’t talk too big so he never gets himself into any unnecessary conflicts he doesn’t think he can handle.
  
• Dark Arts – He doesn’t like them. He doesn’t respect them. They’re wrong and he can’t tell anyone for fear of being killed.

DEMENTOR:[/color]

• Watching his mother be killed in front of him. Obvious: The one parent that acutally cares for [her] children and provides them with what they need to be healthy children, and she dies, leaving them to the mercy of their father.

BOGGART:[/color]

• Joining the ranks of Lord Voldemort. He's not a fan of dying for a cause he doesn't believe in-a cause that is being forced upon him.

AMORTENTIA:[/color]

• Eggs and bacon. To Theo, it reminds him of a time where everything was right in his world and no one was dead.
  
• Muggle cologne/perfume: Despite the fact that the muggles made it, it smells nice and he enjoys wearing it.
  
• Old books: Considering he rarely associates with his peers, an old book has a smell that it has been around for a while, and, therefore, has some knowledge to offer.

OVERALL:[/color]
Despite being an heir to a very old wizarding family, Theodore Nott was never really babied and given whatever he wanted. From a young age, a very young age, he was taught that, if he wanted something, he would have to work for it and that you didn’t always get everything because you had money. He also learned that, if the person you were fighting was both bigger and stronger than you, let whatever you wanted go and move along with life. He also learned that, if you didn’t want to get yourself killed, it was better to quietly succeed in life rather than boast about the little things. Which is why he’s generally left alone when having to deal with the other houses.

Theo is also quiet and thoughtful. When not studying or doing his homework, he’s usually out and about with a book or parchment in his hand. He enjoys reading to the point where it could be considered an addiction, and he enjoys writing his feelings down (then, later, burning the paper to a bloody crisp) among other things. Also, even though he doesn’t have many friends, Theo would be that one person you could tell anything to and not have to expect it being around the school the next day. If someone needs him, he’ll be there for them, even if he doesn’t really know them. He doesn’t claim to have the answers to life, but he’s been in certain situations.

Unless, of course, those situations just so happen to involve romance, something Theo knows nothing about. He’d sooner jump off a cliff than incline in any way a romantic interest to anyone. Yes, he’s uncomfortably aware of those thoughts in his head whenever he sees a pretty girl, or BOY, but he does his best to ignore them. He doesn’t pretend to understand when all his friends are going on about how they ‘got with’ this girl or that girl because, frankly, he doesn’t care and he doesn’t exactly want them to be aware of how he feels.

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MOTHER:[/color]

• Angelica Marianne Nott
  
• 34
  
• Stay-at-home mother
  
• Pureblood
  
• Deceased

FATHER:[/color]

• Theodore Adrian Nott
  
• 41
  
• Manipulator/Theo doesn't care enough to find out
  
• Pureblood
  
• Alive

SIBLINGS:[/color]

• Christina Angelica Nott
  
• Sixteen
  
• Slytherin
  
• Pureblood
  
• Alive

OTHERS:[/color]
None.
OVERALL:[/color]
Theodore Maro Nott was born on February 2nd, 1980. He was born the heir to the Nott family, and, thus, for a while, their pride and joy. He was never spoiled, however, and worked hard at a young age to get enough money for a toy he might have wanted. He’d have to clean his room if he wanted a galleon (as it was a very big room) and his entire wing if he wanted more. He cared little for such things, however, and was glad for the Nott library as he didn’t have to pay to read any of those books. He was taught how to sit right, talk right, read right, and just about how to do everything right from when he was a young child, just starting at the age of three. If he had ever picked up the wrong spoon with his left hand, he wouldn’t be able to recall it. He was just the kind of boy adults wished they had as his own. He never fought with the house elves on the rare occasion they were allowed to care for him, and he definitely didn’t boss them around, much to the amusement of his mother and the dislike of his father.

Overall, life was quiet around the Grange. The only time things ever became exciting or dreadful were a)when his younger sister had been born a year after his birth, and b) when the eldest Nott decided they were going to throw a party, in which case his friends and his alone would come over and drink. They would hit on his mother, something the heir didn’t quite enjoy watching, and try to get him to join in their discussions about hating muggles, which, even at a young age, he also didn’t like hearing about. It was a month before his eleventh birthday that his father decided to have such a party. His father was off somewhere upstairs discussing something with some other man when a rather pigheaded ‘gentlemen’ decided it was alright to hit on his mother, smack her bum, and suggest they go somewhere else. Of course, his mother wouldn’t hear of it and she managed to hit him with a hex that threw him across the room, getting the attention of everyone in that room as well as his father and the man he was with. Needless to say, the party was over and his mother was severely punished, sending her into a depression alcohol didn’t seem to be able to help. After that, more and more woman with less than pure intentions started attending, and his mother was retreating so into her room they’d have to send an elf in there to make sure she had eaten.

His ninth birthday, his sister’s eighth, came and went and, with it, the death of his mother. For the past couple of months, she had been refusing to eat, refusing to make a public appearance, refusing to be a proper mother. His father would have nothing of it. They had the worst row in the history of rows-at least, to his own nine year old mind. He had placed a silencing charm on Christina’s room, so that she wouldn’t hear anything, and watched in horror as his father brought his wand forward and ushered the unforgivable curse. At the same time, his mother’s eyes met his and widened in horror. She had been on the verge of saying his name when the curse hit her, rendering her to fall to the ground, lifeless. Theo suppressed it all, pretended he hadn’t seen a thing. When auror’s arrived and asked him what happen, he went along with the lie his father ushered: someone had broken into their home and had attempted to get his father, but his mother had thrown herself in front of him. After that, the only reason he didn’t go insane was because of his younger sister. He prided himself on taking care of her, babying her in a way that his mother might have done had she been responsive. But, two years later, there was the arrival he had been waiting for. The arrival of his letter for Hogwarts. They were off to Diagon Alley (the entire family, which was a shock within itself) to gather what he would need. Once at Hogwarts, he met and became friends with a fellow he had often seen around the pureblood gatherings, Blaise Zabini, and another boy named Shendeth Potter, whom Theo later became best friends with. They shared staying away from the spotlight. For the most part, he lived against the walls and never drew much attention to himself. The first two years, in his opinion, were about getting to know Hogwarts and learning as much about the layout so that they could later be properly enjoyed.

His third year came and went, and, with it, the chance of ‘making friends’ with a second year girl. His fourth year, too, was basically as uneventful as the first three years had been. His fifth year brought a severely disappointing letter, they were to have yet another idiotic, mundane teacher for a class he already somewhat despised. His father would claim that his life really started to get interesting the summer before his sixth year. His father had gone back into the services of the Dark Lord and was even pressuring him to do the same thing. Countless after countless of excuses were used to not have to do such a thing. Especially since his fifth year had already shown him that he was different from all the other boys. His father, at the very least, trained him in case he was ever needed-in which case his father would force him to become a member-to join the growing-more-popular Dark Lord. And, in the summer after his sixth year, Theo was branded with the very curse he loathed and tried his hardest to deny.

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What we can call you:[/color] Allie
Time zone:[/color] Central
How you found us:[/color] I was linked on support.
Best way to contact you:[/color] PM

(taken from another site where I played Theo)

Theo closed his eyes. He wondered why there weren’t more people outside. Sure, it was cold. He could already feel his face turning a bit pink, which nearly made him sneer to himself. But, the snow was…well, fun. Sure, he wouldn’t be caught dead playing in it. He was above that. He did that sort of foolishness back in first and second year, but never again. Then again, he mused, he was lying in the snow with nothing to do. He could be out doing something productive with his life, but, instead, he was just lying there. He supposed he was waiting for the end. The end of the life he knew. Once he told Blaise, Draco, and Pansy…then he would be doomed.

At least he was already half planning on not coming back next year. Depending on their reaction, he might really not come back. He was sure he would be able to come up with some sort of plan to get money for himself and Christina. If all else failed, and he would only do this as a last resort, he figured he could always go to Dumbledore and ask for sanctuary. He hated the idea with a passion. He’d sooner jump off a broom while it’s in the air and try to land head first than ask the headmaster for any type of protection. Sure, the professor was supposed to be working for the good side. And, he probably was doing that to the best of his ability, but Theo didn’t trust him anymore than he could throw him. It had taken him how long to trust Lilly and Blaise? There was just no way would he go to Dumbledore unless there was absolutely nothing he could do. And, that was only after he went to Snape.

Then again, this was the man he had seen at his house before. He wasn’t quite sure where his head of house’s loyalties lay. Theo scratched at his cheek angrily. He didn’t even know what side anyone was on nowadays. Well, that wasn’t exactly true. He knew, from his conversation with Lilly, that she was against the Dark Lord. And, he also knew where Harry Potter and his sidekicks stood. Maybe…no, he shook his head with disgust and nearly lifted it to slam it back into the ground once more. It was a bloody pain to so much as think he would have to go to the bloody trio to ask for their help. There was nothing in the world, absolutely nothing, that would make him be that desperate.

No, he couldn’t do it. He wouldn’t do it. Even though Christina’s soft, laughing face appeared in his mind, he couldn’t bring himself to ask Potter for help. He’d sooner kill himself off. He wouldn’t be able to live with himself. He felt sick to the stomach just thinking about it. Sighing dramatically, he sat up in the snow and brushed it off his arms. If he continued to lay there for too long of a time, he was sure he was going to get sick. And, even though they were currently on a holiday, the end of that holiday was fast approaching and he didn’t want to be the one coughing in class. He’d be coughing because Theo was too proud to visit the Hospital Wing. With his luck, he would have to be there for a period of time.

Theo blinked as he turned his head to look at the lake with a bored expression on his face. He hated the lake. There was so much…filth to it. Sure, it would be nice to look at when it was WARM outside, especially if there was some sort of sunset. He whistled softly. That would be a pretty view. Silently, he groaned to himself and let himself fall back into the snow. Was he seriously thinking of pretty views? He wondered about himself. A couple of weeks ago, he’d probably punish himself somehow for thinking things like that. But, lately, he had just been letting things go and accepting himself. He had to admit, it felt nice not to hate himself every moment of every day. He could even deal with his ‘friends’ that really weren’t his ‘friends’ at all talking about girls he honestly thought the world would be better without and not feeling guilty about it.

And, although he would never mention it to anyone if they ever asked him, he had even begun listening to some muggle music. He didn’t get how to work the blasted rodeo thing, or whatever it was called, but he had seen some muggleborn Hufflepuffs messing with one. He had watched them while they turned it on, changed songs several times, and turned it off. He didn’t know which buttons to push, really, but he had fun experimenting. Of course, the radio he had bought was currently lying buried under all of his clothes in his trunk where he was going to keep it there. He would not, for the life of him, pick it up from its spot again. He had almost been caught with it last time, and it was something he didn’t care to be caught with.

Suddenly, he heard a noise not too far off from him. Theo considered putting forth the effort to sit up and figure out who it was. But, then, he figured, what would be the point in that .The person had obviously seen him and was obviously going to end up talking to him. They were probably thinking he was bloody mad for lying in the snow as if nothing was bugging him. He smirked as he planned out the conversation that was about to come. He wasn’t foolish. He knew that the person would probably wonder about his mental state, but he didn’t really care. When the person, a girl, did finally speak, he merely turned his head. He grit his teeth together for a second before genuinely smiling. He had already decided a while ago that he was going to stop hiding himself from people. “What does it look like I’m doing, hmm? I’m lying in the snow.”

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