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Tom M. Riddle
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- Member since: December 2011
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- roleplaying from before Hogwats, during it and a bit after it.
- Me, Myself, and I
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I am Tom Riddle.
You don't need to know my life story. That's just rude.
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- Please be kind to read this:
- So hi, I decided to set out few rules: to show how I play the game ah...
1) It has come to my attention people dramatise over speed of replies: I have a life too y'know and currently it is being uber hectic at the moment so my creativity is being drained during the day (blame my tutor Liz
) So I am replying as soon as I can, promise.
2) I am totally open for OOC talk, so please do not be shy
I roleplay freestyle and by story-liners (prefer story-liners tbf), I loves peoples creativity 
which leads me to..
Number 3) I am not very pleased about fucking one liners or even worse...one word reply. And I am not looking for essays, no need for that my dears, a paragrph is perfectly fine.
4) Do not dare to steal images. Or I will haunt you down mofo.
5) so I strongly believe that T. Riddle was a player in his younger days so perhaps he had girlfriends and it all was for attention not actual ''love'' ..
Which means I am open for variety of rp-relationships WHICH MEANS do not fucking put up drama about ''oh you cheated!'' because you have no right to stalk my character and I keep everybody separate oh and I am not planning in making Tom gay, father or have sisters or bro's
(perhaps will add on to these ..)
Last rule, DEAL.WITH.IT
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Why hello lovelies!
First of all just want to apologise for not replying to rp's too quick, I know I broke million of promises but heyho!
Right, so for next 2-4 weeks I will be uber busy with college. All because we gotta put up an exhibition. Yes, it is quite difficult. I remember when I was like 6, I always thought ''Ah, art is easy peasy!'' but I now understand it is not! Lots of artist research needs to be done, a lot of planning (including MATHS D: ) involved, arguments with muggles oh and generally stress and fear of fail. But I still love it, anyway where was I? Ah yes, so I wont be able to get to replies too quick but I'll try my best to reply as soon as possible.
Again, sorry for inconvenience...
If this doesn't satisfy you well... There is -remove as a friend- button underneath the profile picture
4 Comments 53 weeks
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Its like a game to play ...
The evening approached quite fast. Clouds suddenly darkened and were heavy, as though desiring to pour rain. The wind was gaining it's speed and power. Blowing harder each time, into the trees and their branches, ripping the leaves away. Suddenly thunder broke out, striking its electric rays across the dark sky. The light coming from those powerful rays reflected against the building that stood tall before Tom.
The building seemed deserted, very quiet. It was big and very distinctive, obviously owned by the wealthy muggles.
Losing track of time wasn't something Tom liked to happen. He was looking up, seeing something through the dark windows or perhaps listening. Tom replayed the conversation he had with Morfin recently over and over again. About that muggle. Light struck once more and seconds after thunder exploded like a bomb flying across the high sky.
Tom slowly looked at the door that was across to him. He walked forwards it, opening metal gate that was already violently shaking with wind's movements.
Taking the wand out of his side pocket and pointing it towards the lock, ''Alohomora,'' Tom whispered against the wind that sounded more like a hiss. The door lock made a sound that had caused the door to open willingly. Slowly reaching out for it's golden handle, long hand had turned it down and pushed open. Lightning struck the sky, shinning a bright light towards the hallway the lasted a second or two. Thunder was heard again with its roaring sound.
Closing the door behind him, Tom turned around and inhaled some air. Stepping forward, he made a creaking sound that came from old wooden floor and that was covered with dark carpet. It looked old and dirty. He stopped listening carefully. Tom was unable to detect any movement nearby. Continuing to walk down the hallway in a slow, snake-like pase, he reached the dining room, then the kitchen. Oh the smell coming from it made Tom feeling sick and disgusted. An old woman was baking away, humming some tune. She looked in her sixties perhaps even older. Tom leaned against the wooden doorway and watched her, deep in his thoughts.
He looked around the kitchen, seeing photographs of happy looking people, one male looked familiar. Almost like a reflection.
The woman turned around, she gasped seeing a stranger in her kitchen, her territory. Lightning flashed outside and in rhythm with thunder's explosion she fell, lifeless, dropping her freshly baked pie, that has clashed against the floor and broke into pieces and crumbs. Tom looked down at her body with disgust on his face, holding onto Morfin's wand tightly. A satisfying smile spread across Tom's face as he walked up the stairs. Searching.
Reaching the top step that lead to another great hallway, Tom saw a woman in her thirties who just walked out from one the farthest rooms. She widened her eyes and stepped backwards. Tom pointed the wand towards her, stepping slowly closer, smiling a little, ''Avada Kedavra,'' came out from his lips was like a pleasing melody to Tom. The woman fell against the wall, her eyes still open, she slid down against the wall on to the floor slowly, her knees slightly bending against her thin body. She looked frightened, beautiful but dead. Tom laughed.
Hearing noises a man ran out from the same room that she was in few moments ago. Seeing the woman on the floor, he kneeled down to his loved one and took her hand, it was an amusing scene watch. The man shook with panic that hit him when he understood what happened to the woman.
''What do you want?'' the man shouted with anger in his voice.
The man looked up at Tom, whose face was hidden in the shadows.
''Crucio" Tom said raising his wand. The man yelped with pain, that appeared out of nowhere.
''Stop!'' the man said gasping for air and shaking with more pain.
Tom smiled as he made the man to stand up and walk back to the room. The man pleaded for everything to stop as with each step it felt like walking upon razorblades or1 Comment 55 weeks
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this deserves a separate blog dedication.
0 Comments 56 weeks
Evangelin gave a smile as Slughorn congratulated them on their successful potion. He seemed really rather pleased with it. Once the Professor moved on, Evy looked up to Tom and gave a slight grin.
"We make quite a good team." she announced, letting a soft laugh pass her lips, before she looked to their brew potion, in the cauldron.
"Thanks for helping me." she commented quietly. She usually worked on her own, but that was due to the fact that she didn't get on with many people, and the ones she did, always had someone else to partner up with.
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i miss you
love you forever
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found a way to upload those edits baby
I'm terribly sorry for the delayed reply. My OOC life has been rather busy as of late
Are you still up for discussing that storyline?
missing you hon
happy one month tomorrow anniversary <3<3<3
morning sexy
OOC; That I do very much like!
michael could even pretend to of gone dark and when he have the trust of tom that's when he attacks!
will send over the starter once back home from the dentist!
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Thanks baby I'll send love when im more awake love you always
Missed my baby