Post by .RAIDEN BRYAN NOTT ! on Feb 4, 2011 4:32:23 GMT -5
WHEN I CLOSE MY EYES I SEE YOU
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RAIDEN BRYAN NOTT !
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IN MY DREAMS YOU WILL BE NEAR[/center][/b][/color]
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I WON’T LET YOU DISAPPEAR
BUT I’M HERE ON MY OWN
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I WON’T LET YOU DISAPPEAR
BUT I’M HERE ON MY OWN
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I AM CRYING OUT FOR YOU
IN THE CENTER OF MY HEART
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I AM CRYING OUT FOR YOU
IN THE CENTER OF MY HEART
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LIKES:
- Dueling
- Dangerous Creatures
- Reading
- Quidditch
- Firewhiskey
- The Well Mannered
- Wealth
- Power
- Poetry
- Knowledge
- Rainy Weather
- Solitude
- Autumn
- Looking Good
DISLIKES:
- Ignorance
- Pumpkin Juice
- The Ill-Mannered
- Muggles
- Laziness
- His Father
- Cowardly People
- Underachieving
- Loosing
- Being Unorganized
- Loosing Control
- People famous just for their surname/family and not for their capabilities
- Mandrakes [loud, noisy things]
- Appearing Weak
STRENGNTHS:
- Intelligence
- Dueling Skills
- Talented in Manipulation and Deception
- Quidditch/Flying
- Ability to Learn from Mistakes
WEAKNESS:
- Arrogance
- Smoking
- Judgmental
- Inability to Trust
- His Sister
GOALS:
- Attain excellent results in his studies at Hogwarts
- Get a high-ranking job in the Ministry of Magic or another well-known wizarding establishment
- Prove that he is nothing like his father
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OVERALL PERSONALITY:
As an over-achiever, Raiden is constantly pushing himself to the limits, both physically and mentally. As a student he is constantly putting his best foot forward, trying to attain the perfect Outstanding grade in all of the subjects he takes. It isn’t always achieved but that doesn’t stop Raiden from trying harder, in fact that normally just pushes him further the next time around. Raiden is also constantly working on improving himself and as much effort as he puts into his studies, he puts into that, whether it be mentally or physically.
Respectful
Most people have forgotten the simple and small etiquettes of life, like allowing a lady through the door before you enter the room; or greeting your elders; allowing a lady or an elder to take your seat if there isn’t another one; saying the simple please and thank you. Raiden is however not that type of person. His mother gave him a little magical reminder [what one would constitute as a slap in the muggle world] if he forgot his manners. Raiden respects his mother because of that. Aware of stubborn streak, she knew it was the only way to get through to him.
Loyal
Raiden does not give his trust easily. It is something earned over time. You have to manage to get through the many walls, which prevent a person from getting to know the real Raiden Nott. Once however you have that trust, Raiden proves to be the most loyal person you will find. His loyalty also pertains to that of his choices. Once he chooses something he will not go back on it, because his choices are well thought out before deciding upon it, he never rushes into anything. A well thought out step prevents mistakes.
Manipulative
A master manipulator, Raiden more than often gets his way. He finds that the weak minded and ignorant are easier to manipulate than those who find themselves capable of using the brain they were entrusted with. Raiden can come across as the perfect prince-charming if need be, when deep down a completely different person exists within. He doesn’t often reveal his true self to anyone. Sometimes he considers the fact that perhaps he lost himself to himself, manipulated himself into believing he is what he actually isn’t. An odd and complex conundrum, but something that he often finds himself contemplating over.
Arrogant
With his pureblood heritage and wealth and his rather decent looks Raiden is rather full of himself. Muggles would refer to him as having a big head, figuratively of course. He thinks he is the perfect example of everything and doesn’t get how certain people can be more well known then him just because of their family when he has so much more to offer [his own belief of course]. It is one of his very many personality flaws, but one that is more noticeable because one can see it by the way he struts around school or how he treats those he deems unworthy.[/ul]
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YOU USED TO HEAR ME BREATHE
WHEN YOU TOUCHED ME DEEP
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YOU USED TO HEAR ME BREATHE
WHEN YOU TOUCHED ME DEEP
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CAN YOU HEAR THE SOUNDS?
CAN YOU FEEL THE HEAT?
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CAN YOU HEAR THE SOUNDS?
CAN YOU FEEL THE HEAT?
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PARENTS:
Forty –Three. Theodore went to school the same time as the trio and was placed in the same house as Draco Malfoy, a long time family friend [purebloods and all], Slytherin. Leaving the school as a known coward, Theodore did rather well for himself, getting an above average amount of NEWT’s his final year and opening his own business a few years later.
Alexis Nott nee’ Nubell
Forty-Five. Alexis came to England after completing her schooling at Beauxbaton Academy to become a reporter at The Daily Prophet. After she met and married Theodore, helping him establish his business, she became a stay at home wife and later a stay at home mother, first of one and then of two children. [/ul]
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I HAVE LEFT PARADISE AND
I DID NOT EVEN SAY GOODBYE
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I HAVE LEFT PARADISE AND
I DID NOT EVEN SAY GOODBYE
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DID YOU READ THE RULES:
ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE:
The day had been long, uninteresting and uneventful. Raiden, made his way from the potions classroom down in the dungeons to the Slytherin common room. He had stayed back in the class to practice brewing the draught of living death. The potions master had said that his attempt had been adequate and that did not please Raiden at all so he had stayed behind to ensure that should they be asked once again to brew said potion, the result would be more than adequate and more along the lines of perfect or sublime. This was the way that Raiden Nott, son of Theodore Nott, had always done things. Being average was unacceptable to him so where in all of Merlin’s beard would he ever accept an average grade.
Although he had stayed behind to ensure that the potion was perfect next time round, Raiden had not intended to stay too long, and he had managed to complete the potion in the time that he had afforded himself. Why hadn’t he given himself more time to perfect what needed perfecting? Well, he had other duties to attend to. No, Raiden Nott was not a prefect of Hogwarts, though in all right he had thought that he deserved it more than the person who wore the prefect badge for Slytherin. Somebody that he had decided to stop thinking about and refused to even speak to beyond the well-mannered greeting. Yet even though he had not been elected as prefect he had been elected as quidditch captain for the Slytherin team and that meant that he had the role of whipping the team into an unbeatable and unstoppable force, something similar perhaps to what the Dark Lord was now doing with his subjects.
Yes, Raiden Nott knew of the Dark Lord as so did everyone else within the Hogwarts grounds. However there were not many who knew that Raiden had been branded with the mark of the Death Eater and that it had been one of his many ambitions for quite some time. There was nothing like achieving something that one desired so greatly. That was why now more than anything, Raiden also wanted to attain the quidditch cup for Slytherin house. All he had to do was somehow manage to make the team work, make them work better then their opposition, make them the deadliest weapons in the sky and Raiden had a knack for all things deadly. He did not however think it would be easy. The other teams were all rather well balanced with good flyers, perhaps some even quite talented, he would not deny them that. Though it was not like Raiden to rise to the occasion and now was hardly the time not to, not now when a new quidditch captain had been named for the Gryffindor side. Someone Raiden despised perhaps even more than the person whose name he refused to utter, Albus Potter.
Without looking around as he entered the Slytherin common room, Raiden made his way up to his dormitory, collected his broom and exited both the dormitory and common room within no time at all. Raiden made it out of the castle with no difficulty, of which he was grateful. He hadn’t walked into Peaves, the most annoying poltergeist in the world, Raiden’s own opinion and perhaps even quite a few of the student body and staff of the school as well. He hadn’t run into the caretaker or any of the staff, whom he had no desire to bump into, because he was in no mood to be his well mannered self and it wasn’t long before he was making his way down the lawn toward the quidditch pitch, for Slytherins first training session after the Christmas holidays.
Entering the pitch instead of making his way toward the changing rooms, Raiden eyed the whole length of the pitch, his longing to take flight insurmountable. So without so much as a second thought he placed his broom before him and mounted it kicking off toward the goal posts, the gleaming tower high hoops within the sky. He swerved in and out of the three hoops and then pushed his broom to such speeds heading straight for the ground slowing down only feet before the ground came within reach and jumped off just in time, trudging a long his broom in hand. The exhilaration from the flight placing him in a much better mood than before. A smirk on his face he made his way to the changing room, ready for anything.
Although he had stayed behind to ensure that the potion was perfect next time round, Raiden had not intended to stay too long, and he had managed to complete the potion in the time that he had afforded himself. Why hadn’t he given himself more time to perfect what needed perfecting? Well, he had other duties to attend to. No, Raiden Nott was not a prefect of Hogwarts, though in all right he had thought that he deserved it more than the person who wore the prefect badge for Slytherin. Somebody that he had decided to stop thinking about and refused to even speak to beyond the well-mannered greeting. Yet even though he had not been elected as prefect he had been elected as quidditch captain for the Slytherin team and that meant that he had the role of whipping the team into an unbeatable and unstoppable force, something similar perhaps to what the Dark Lord was now doing with his subjects.
Yes, Raiden Nott knew of the Dark Lord as so did everyone else within the Hogwarts grounds. However there were not many who knew that Raiden had been branded with the mark of the Death Eater and that it had been one of his many ambitions for quite some time. There was nothing like achieving something that one desired so greatly. That was why now more than anything, Raiden also wanted to attain the quidditch cup for Slytherin house. All he had to do was somehow manage to make the team work, make them work better then their opposition, make them the deadliest weapons in the sky and Raiden had a knack for all things deadly. He did not however think it would be easy. The other teams were all rather well balanced with good flyers, perhaps some even quite talented, he would not deny them that. Though it was not like Raiden to rise to the occasion and now was hardly the time not to, not now when a new quidditch captain had been named for the Gryffindor side. Someone Raiden despised perhaps even more than the person whose name he refused to utter, Albus Potter.
Without looking around as he entered the Slytherin common room, Raiden made his way up to his dormitory, collected his broom and exited both the dormitory and common room within no time at all. Raiden made it out of the castle with no difficulty, of which he was grateful. He hadn’t walked into Peaves, the most annoying poltergeist in the world, Raiden’s own opinion and perhaps even quite a few of the student body and staff of the school as well. He hadn’t run into the caretaker or any of the staff, whom he had no desire to bump into, because he was in no mood to be his well mannered self and it wasn’t long before he was making his way down the lawn toward the quidditch pitch, for Slytherins first training session after the Christmas holidays.
Entering the pitch instead of making his way toward the changing rooms, Raiden eyed the whole length of the pitch, his longing to take flight insurmountable. So without so much as a second thought he placed his broom before him and mounted it kicking off toward the goal posts, the gleaming tower high hoops within the sky. He swerved in and out of the three hoops and then pushed his broom to such speeds heading straight for the ground slowing down only feet before the ground came within reach and jumped off just in time, trudging a long his broom in hand. The exhilaration from the flight placing him in a much better mood than before. A smirk on his face he made his way to the changing room, ready for anything.
