Post by Deleted on Sept 7, 2014 12:39:01 GMT -8
TOBIAS WILLIAM NOTT-- 17 -- SLYTHERIN
full name: Tobias William Nott
nicknames: Tob, Will, Nott
birthdate: February 2nd, 1960
age: 17
birthplace: Nottingham, England
blood-type: Pureblood
sexuality: Heterosexual
year/occupation: Sixth year, Slytherin
wand: Ten inches, thestral heartstring, rune-inscribed pine.
three words to describe character: Clever, Precise, Sarcastic
faults: Elite, Individualistic, Stubborn,
strengths: Quick-witted, Manipulative, Altruistic
quirks: Fidgets, overly generous, too honest
amortentia: Coffee, money, outdoors after rainfall
play by: Zac Efron
brief history: Tobias William Nott was born, precisely, at 7:00 a.m. on February 2nd, 1960 in St. Mungo’s Hospital. Within three days, he was brought home to the Grange, the Nott family home, in Nottingham, England swaddled in blue blankets. Haven been the second child born under the Nott name, he had never been subject to the same rules his older brother had been. He had always been aware of the importance of who he was and what he was meant to do. He never questioned that his mother was a witch and his father was a wizard. These were simple facts to him, such as the sky was blue. Despite functioning under more lenient rules, Tobias had never gotten away from his parent’s overbearing nature and need to make him extremely self-sufficient. He was taught how to sit properly, speak accordingly, and only smile and speak when the situation called for him to do so. He learned how to play the piano and ride a broom, but preferred the former to the later. He held a slight mischievous attitude, but was exceedingly cunning. Still, Tobias followed after his brother, always maintaining a close relationship to him. He never really showed much potency in magic until he was nine, and an older boy tried to slug him for one of his ill-timed sarcastic comments. He panicked so much he’d shut his eyes and threw his hand out, hoping that it would stop the boy’s fist. Instead, there was a loud splash, and, when his eyes popped open, he found that the older boy was sitting in one the fountains in the garden.
However, proper etiquette were not the only lessons Tobias attended. Both he and his brother attended lessons by private tutors until his brother went off to Hogwarts. Alone, he thrived in these lessons, particularly when they involved foreign languages. He picked up Greek and German with ease, but had difficulty memorizing Historical dates. Eventually, the youngest Nott managed to head off to Hogwarts as well. His first year, in comparison to the rest, wasn’t nearly as interesting as he would have hoped. As his ancestral line predicted, he was sorted into Slytherin. He fell in line somewhere in the middle, never the oldest nor the youngest. He found that he was best at Transfiguration, but wasn’t too terrible at any subject except History of Magic. He wasn’t the ‘bully’ some of the other lads were with their family connections, but he wasn’t a pushover. He also wasn’t the poster child for ‘Pureblood supremacy’, but he held firm to the beliefs that were instilled in him. While he didn’t mind the halfbloods, he’d sneer at the muggleborns and went out of his way to avoid them. If that was unavoidable, he’d act as if they simply weren’t there. The rest of his time all passed about the same way. He kept his nose to the ground and picked up helpful rumors that would help him get buy in the future. He made friends he was sure would have his back and vice verse, but also managed to make a couple of enemies along the way. He dated a girl here and there, and even managed to end up in the Hospital Wing once or twice.
He twisted his wand in his hand, purposefully. Of all the things he had expected while he was at home, this certainly hadn’t been it. He’d avoided the inside of his home carefully, wandering around the gardens. He knew that he was lucky his friends weren’t nearly familiar with the territory as he had been, although he supposed there was one exception to that. If Draco set out to look for him, the blond was more than likely to succeed. What was he supposed to do now? Nothing except worry about whatever he was supposed to do if this war turned out like his mother had once screamed the previous one would. With all the older, more experienced Death Eaters taking over his home, Theo had run to the forest in hopes that he could escape and avoid their attention on him. He needed the extra time to clear his mind. He would never be great at Legilimency, but he was certain he could become quite the skilled at defending his mind. Only, none of that had really been going to plan. Instead of clearing his thoughts, all he could do was think about how awful the situation he had gotten himself into had been.
He had been a fool to throw Dumbledore’s offer in his face. He could have been safe; he could have been cleared far before this war had taken place. He had done everything in his power to keep the attention off of himself. Around Malfoy and Zabini, he sneered at the Muggleborns and the Half-bloods that tried to mark themselves as their equals. Alone, he acted as if they didn’t exist, ignoring their words and their very presence like it offended him. At home, he stuck to his rooms or the garden and avoided contact with his father. He had hoped he could remain neutral in this war, but he had been mistaken. Neither side seemed eager to grant that favor to anyone. He had to find someone he could trust on the other side - someone who would believe him when he wanted no part in the war, physically. He’d be happy to comply financially. Theodore Nott was very aware that nothing in life came for free. If he had to pay for a stable life, he would do so in money gladly.
Think as hard as he needed to, Theo was aware that there was little to no way possible that he was going to be able to get out of this situation without a single consequence. He could very easily run away. His family had places all over the place, primarily in Greece. They also had homes, although those hadn’t been used, in Norway. They were old and likely falling apart, but they were ones the general public had no knowledge about. If he didn’t dare run to St. Potter, it was likely he could run there. He wasn’t even sure his father was aware of the location, having never read up on their history quite like he had. Then again, the Dark Lord would probably be sure to find him and kill him. He might have already disposed of his father if that were to happen. He didn’t want to die. Not yet, and not without having accomplished any of his goals. He hadn’t even been able to cast magic outside of Hogwarts unless he was in the Grange. With a sigh, he rubbed the temples of his eyes. His hands clenched into fists once he let them fall back to his side. He refused to rub the spot on his left arm. He refused to acknowledge it in any way. He had been marked for the better part of six months now. He wished it hadn’t been so, but he had learned to pretend the mark wasn’t there. And, when it burned and ached to the point of being unbearable, he had learned to manage a potion to relieve himself of most of it.
Catching blonde hair in his peripheral vision, Theo blinked at the image in front of him. "Draco." He greeted with a nod of his head. He crossed his arms in front of his chest for a lack of knowing what to do with them. "I don't remember you coming in with everyone else." Not like he had stayed long enough to note who had come and who hadn't.
nicknames: Tob, Will, Nott
birthdate: February 2nd, 1960
age: 17
birthplace: Nottingham, England
blood-type: Pureblood
sexuality: Heterosexual
year/occupation: Sixth year, Slytherin
wand: Ten inches, thestral heartstring, rune-inscribed pine.
three words to describe character: Clever, Precise, Sarcastic
faults: Elite, Individualistic, Stubborn,
strengths: Quick-witted, Manipulative, Altruistic
quirks: Fidgets, overly generous, too honest
amortentia: Coffee, money, outdoors after rainfall
play by: Zac Efron
brief history: Tobias William Nott was born, precisely, at 7:00 a.m. on February 2nd, 1960 in St. Mungo’s Hospital. Within three days, he was brought home to the Grange, the Nott family home, in Nottingham, England swaddled in blue blankets. Haven been the second child born under the Nott name, he had never been subject to the same rules his older brother had been. He had always been aware of the importance of who he was and what he was meant to do. He never questioned that his mother was a witch and his father was a wizard. These were simple facts to him, such as the sky was blue. Despite functioning under more lenient rules, Tobias had never gotten away from his parent’s overbearing nature and need to make him extremely self-sufficient. He was taught how to sit properly, speak accordingly, and only smile and speak when the situation called for him to do so. He learned how to play the piano and ride a broom, but preferred the former to the later. He held a slight mischievous attitude, but was exceedingly cunning. Still, Tobias followed after his brother, always maintaining a close relationship to him. He never really showed much potency in magic until he was nine, and an older boy tried to slug him for one of his ill-timed sarcastic comments. He panicked so much he’d shut his eyes and threw his hand out, hoping that it would stop the boy’s fist. Instead, there was a loud splash, and, when his eyes popped open, he found that the older boy was sitting in one the fountains in the garden.
However, proper etiquette were not the only lessons Tobias attended. Both he and his brother attended lessons by private tutors until his brother went off to Hogwarts. Alone, he thrived in these lessons, particularly when they involved foreign languages. He picked up Greek and German with ease, but had difficulty memorizing Historical dates. Eventually, the youngest Nott managed to head off to Hogwarts as well. His first year, in comparison to the rest, wasn’t nearly as interesting as he would have hoped. As his ancestral line predicted, he was sorted into Slytherin. He fell in line somewhere in the middle, never the oldest nor the youngest. He found that he was best at Transfiguration, but wasn’t too terrible at any subject except History of Magic. He wasn’t the ‘bully’ some of the other lads were with their family connections, but he wasn’t a pushover. He also wasn’t the poster child for ‘Pureblood supremacy’, but he held firm to the beliefs that were instilled in him. While he didn’t mind the halfbloods, he’d sneer at the muggleborns and went out of his way to avoid them. If that was unavoidable, he’d act as if they simply weren’t there. The rest of his time all passed about the same way. He kept his nose to the ground and picked up helpful rumors that would help him get buy in the future. He made friends he was sure would have his back and vice verse, but also managed to make a couple of enemies along the way. He dated a girl here and there, and even managed to end up in the Hospital Wing once or twice.
He twisted his wand in his hand, purposefully. Of all the things he had expected while he was at home, this certainly hadn’t been it. He’d avoided the inside of his home carefully, wandering around the gardens. He knew that he was lucky his friends weren’t nearly familiar with the territory as he had been, although he supposed there was one exception to that. If Draco set out to look for him, the blond was more than likely to succeed. What was he supposed to do now? Nothing except worry about whatever he was supposed to do if this war turned out like his mother had once screamed the previous one would. With all the older, more experienced Death Eaters taking over his home, Theo had run to the forest in hopes that he could escape and avoid their attention on him. He needed the extra time to clear his mind. He would never be great at Legilimency, but he was certain he could become quite the skilled at defending his mind. Only, none of that had really been going to plan. Instead of clearing his thoughts, all he could do was think about how awful the situation he had gotten himself into had been.
He had been a fool to throw Dumbledore’s offer in his face. He could have been safe; he could have been cleared far before this war had taken place. He had done everything in his power to keep the attention off of himself. Around Malfoy and Zabini, he sneered at the Muggleborns and the Half-bloods that tried to mark themselves as their equals. Alone, he acted as if they didn’t exist, ignoring their words and their very presence like it offended him. At home, he stuck to his rooms or the garden and avoided contact with his father. He had hoped he could remain neutral in this war, but he had been mistaken. Neither side seemed eager to grant that favor to anyone. He had to find someone he could trust on the other side - someone who would believe him when he wanted no part in the war, physically. He’d be happy to comply financially. Theodore Nott was very aware that nothing in life came for free. If he had to pay for a stable life, he would do so in money gladly.
Think as hard as he needed to, Theo was aware that there was little to no way possible that he was going to be able to get out of this situation without a single consequence. He could very easily run away. His family had places all over the place, primarily in Greece. They also had homes, although those hadn’t been used, in Norway. They were old and likely falling apart, but they were ones the general public had no knowledge about. If he didn’t dare run to St. Potter, it was likely he could run there. He wasn’t even sure his father was aware of the location, having never read up on their history quite like he had. Then again, the Dark Lord would probably be sure to find him and kill him. He might have already disposed of his father if that were to happen. He didn’t want to die. Not yet, and not without having accomplished any of his goals. He hadn’t even been able to cast magic outside of Hogwarts unless he was in the Grange. With a sigh, he rubbed the temples of his eyes. His hands clenched into fists once he let them fall back to his side. He refused to rub the spot on his left arm. He refused to acknowledge it in any way. He had been marked for the better part of six months now. He wished it hadn’t been so, but he had learned to pretend the mark wasn’t there. And, when it burned and ached to the point of being unbearable, he had learned to manage a potion to relieve himself of most of it.
Catching blonde hair in his peripheral vision, Theo blinked at the image in front of him. "Draco." He greeted with a nod of his head. He crossed his arms in front of his chest for a lack of knowing what to do with them. "I don't remember you coming in with everyone else." Not like he had stayed long enough to note who had come and who hadn't.
ALLIE -- 18 -- NONE YET
