Post by sophia on Jun 27, 2012 2:45:27 GMT
tom marvolo riddle
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full name: Tom Marvolo Riddle
age:31
year: N/A
birthday:December 31st
blood line:Halfblood
occupation: N/A
former / house:Slytherin
alias: Zach
gender:male
rp sample: Tweed came to see him first. Noble hadn’t imagined crying during the reaping, his body in complete shock. But, when the dark red hair of the young boy who had become a man, Noble lost all control. For almost their entire goodbye, they just held each other and cried. Finally, Noble pulled back. “They’re your responsibility now. Until I come home. Even Father and Granddad, you got it? Go see Lowell at the hob. He’ll send you to collect wire, like I used to. Make yourself useful, find a job.” He had hardly breathed this last sentence as the peacekeepers removed his little brother, who, in the struggle, tossed his mother’s wedding ring to the floor, a charm he always wore on reaping day. Noble inspected the twisted piece of metal, made from steel painted gold. A tribute token, Noble thought, as he slid it onto his middle finger. It was soft now, after years of abuse in the hands of Tweed, who still was rough with fragile things.
When he looked up, the door flew open, and a peacekeeper instructed him to walk to the car that would take them the train station. Noble walked silently, his place right next to his fellow tribute. He knew that once, they were friends, but now, well, it couldn’t be considered. In a few weeks, she would be trying to kill him, and he, her. So, for now he kept silent and tucked himself into the back seat. He rested his head against the window, and whispered a good bye to district 12, knowing all too well the likeliness of his death. He was strong, this he knew, but what other skills did he have? Knowing which berries not to eat, or how to climb a tree? He’d practiced throwing, and was pretty talented, although they just played with old shovel handles, not spears. But, he decided that this was his best option. Either way, he would try his damndest to return home.
When they arrived to the train, and Avox greeted Noble, and lead him to his room. When he stepped inside, he was shocked at the grandeur. The train was something, but this room was heaven. A bed with sheets of satin, a wide window with curtains of velvet. And, a closet stocked with clothes. He threw open the door and inspected what he had. Finally, he found an outfit he was fond of. A long shirt with a peasant collar, a waistcoat, and black pants. Inspecting himself, he found that he looked nothing like the boy from the reaping. He looked alive. He looked capitol.
Around this time, his stomach growled. Noble threw the door open, and looked about, before slowly making his way down the hallway. He stepped outside for a moment, and seriously considered jumping, before realizing he was most likely trapped by a force field or other implement of detainment. He kept going, and stepped into the dining car. About time, too, because a Capitol servant told him his escort was looking for him. He sat down at the table, and picked up a fork. Not that he’d had much use for one, but he did know what it was, so he figured, why not.
There was so much food he had to stop from drooling. He knew eating too much would make him sick, so he picked up a banana and peeled it slowly, taking small bites.
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