Name: Theodore Nott
Nickname: Theo
Gender: Male
Birthdate: September 1st
Orientation: Straight
House: Slytherin baby!
Occupation: Head Death Eater
Grade: Graduated
Age: 41
Species: Human
Blood Status: Pureblood
Ability: Quite a few I'd rather not say
Relationship: Married
Patronus: Buffalo
Wand: 11 inches Blackthorn Dragon Core
Pet: Don't have one




Love it?
+Dark Arts
+My kids
+My Wife
+Death Eaters
+Dark Mark
+Keeping others in the darkness

Hate it?
-Harry Potter
-Azkaban
-The ones who murdered my mother and older brother.
-When someone messes with my kids.
-When someone looks at my wife for too long.
-That the Death Eaters and Voldemort were defeated.

Strengths and Weaknesses?
+my dad
+my wife
+my kids
-my wife
-my kids
-my dad

Fears?!

• My dad dying in Azkaban
  
• Losing one of my family
  
• That I will be betrayed.

Full Personality:

Some may say I have a warped mind. Which is probably true. I'm into the Dark Arts and can be a brooder. Only ones to get me out of that mood are my wife and kids. I have a passion behind me to get even with the one person who ruined my life. I'm quiet, but I'm deadly, and if I'm going to strike you'll never know it!

Celebrity Play-By: Maciej Zakoscielny
Eyes: Blue
Skin: White
Hair: Brown
Scars/Marking: None
Build: Muscular



Mother: Christina Nott (Deceased)
Father: Tiberius Nott
Siblings: Older brother who died when his mother died. 
Spouse: Mafalda Prewett Nott
Children: Three boys and a girl
Other: none
History:

I was born a pureblood to a long line of ones from both sides of my parents. My father was a Death Eater and proud of the fact. If you weren't pureblood then you weren't anything. He was hardly ever around in my early years as he was working with the Death Eaters trying to figure out how to bring Voldemort back, after the killing curse he used on Harry Potter backfired killing him. My father did care, but he had a purpose to fulfill. My mother on the other hand was a beautiful woman who wore her heart on her sleeve for my older brother and I.

My earliest memories of her are her singing Irish lullabies to my brother and I while we played on the floor with our trucks and cars rolling across the floor by themselves and making noise. Things were great and even more perfect with our father was actually home. Those moments were far between and not often.

When I was six the house was broken into by some men looking for my father. I had hidden behind a false panel in the wall, but my brother and mom hadn't been able to make it. While I watched in horror through the slats in the vent they were tortured and killed by the men. I was frozen in shock as I couldn't take my eyes off of their bodies. The men searched the house for me, but never found me. My father did hours later having been alerted by neighbors that they had heard screaming from our house. He didn't come alone. Other Death Eaters were with him including Lucius Malfoy.

It was months before I ever said a word or even broke down. My father had taken me to Knockturn Alley with him to meet with some other Death Eaters. He hadn't left me alone since the day of the murders. Unless he had to, and then he left me with Narcissa Malfoy. It was there that I saw the men responsible. They were Death Eaters? I really didn't understand. I pulled on my dad's sleeve and motioned him down. He gave me a weird look probably since I hadn't talked since that day. He leaned down to me and I whispered to him and pointed at the men. I had never seen the look on my dad's face that crossed it when I told him, and he looked at them.

Moments later the four men lay dead and the other Death Eaters were holding him back thinking he was crazy. Till I walked over and kicked one of them, and yelled at him. "THAT'S FOR MY MOM!" I kicked the other one responsible for my brother's death. "THAT'S FOR ALEX!" I broke down then sobbing, and the others let go of my dad who came and held me in his arms.

Things settled down after that and we stayed with the Malfoys for awhile. Draco and I weren't exactly the best of friends, but we got along. I usually stayed quiet and in the background. Nobody knew what I was really thinking. Dad was always there if I needed him now. He was way more protective of me after what happened. I grew toward his way of thinking that Purebloods were all that. That the others were beneath us.

I started Hogwarts when I turned eleven. Sorted right into Slytherin. There was no question about that. My mind was a devious one now. Not the innocent little boy I had been when my mother and brother were still alive. I hung out once in awhile with Malfoy and his cronies, but otherwise I stayed to myself.

It wasn't until my fourth year and a half blood by the name of Mafalda was sorted into Slytherin. Her father was a Squib and her mother a muggle. Her father had come from a Pureblood family though. I watched her over time as I was fascinated by her. Over time we became friends. Then even more. I hadn't forgotten about how I felt about those born beneath us Purebloods, but Mafalda was someone special. She acted like a Pureblood, and I fell in love with her.

I picked up followers over the years till there were eight of us that got together in secret. We were dedicated to following the death eaters.

My fourth year was the return of Voldemort too. My father rejoiced in this matter. So therefore I did as well. Time flew by after that. Seventh year was the Battle of Hogwarts, and I left with the Slytherins only to join my father and backup the Deatheaters. My group of friends joined in as well. I couldn't believe it when Voldemort perished before our eyes. We all fled. Unfortunately my father was one of the ones caught and sent to Azkaban. I pledged I would free him one day and take revenge on Harry Potter!

Mafalda and I ended up marrying and we had three sons and a beautiful baby girl. Time moved on, and our kids are all at Hogwarts now. They'll be causing trouble for us. Hogwarts won't know what hit them! We will let them know we are coming. It won't be till the 25th Memorial Service that we really strike. We have been planning it for year! We are more than ready!

RP Sample:

Albus had made his way to potions. A class that he really didn’t want to be in, but his parents had made him take it. Knowing his luck he would just blow the classroom up. He’d already gone through half a dozen cauldrons over the years. Just as he thought he was getting it right he’d do something stupid. Well this year was going to be different he thought, and he’d show his family that he could do something right. This year had to be different. It couldn’t be as bad as the first four years. Yet he wasn’t going to get his hopes up at all. He was going to take one day at a time.

He stayed in the shadows as he made his way into the potion’s classroom. No one talked to him and he was glad of that. Usually if someone did talk to him it was to put him down or goad him about his famous father. He let out a sigh of relief sitting toward the back and more to the shadows. Maybe the professor wouldn’t notice him over here either. He sat there looking down at the desk bored waiting for the class to start. He groaned inwardly as the boys in front of him were starting to dart glances back at him. He knew they were going to start in and they did, but he just tried to ignore them.

He didn’t even look over when the door opened and someone came in. He didn’t care who it was. He was more than startled though when the boy came over to sit by him. He knew who it was. It was Scorpius Malfoy. HIs father’s arch rival from Hogwarts. He was the seeker on their house Quidditch team. In five years he’d never even said a word to him that he could remember. He gaped a bit as Scorpius held out his hand. He swallowed hard wondering if he should shake his hand or not. Of course Scorpius had never given him a hard time like their fellow Slytherins. He was bringing up his hand to shake when he heard the boys in front of them snicker.

“You're making friends with Potter the squib? Are you crazy?” One of the boys asked, smirking at Scorpius. The professor was walking in, but they ignored him. “He can’t even ride a broom. Only reason he’s still at Hogwarts is because he's Harry Potter’s son.” The other one let out a laugh. “Ohhh is Potter going to cry?” He made a face at Albus mocking him and he and his friend were laughing some more.

Albus looked down at the table, dropping his hand as he heard the boys. He shot a glare at the boys. He definitely wasn’t going to cry. He hadn’t cried since he was eleven no matter what the other kids handed out to him. He was just trying to ignore them, but the moment had passed to shake hands with Scorpius and tell him his name.

Username: Theodore
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How long have you RP'd: 20 years plus
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