Another head aches, another heart breaks I am so much older than I can take And my affection, well it comes and goes I need direction to perfection
about your character. Name: Theodore Elison Nott Age at time of death: 31 Age in the afterlife: 22 Manner of Death: One of his usually docile patients stabbed him in the throat with Theo's own quill. Theo of course was down for the count, and he wasn't found until in the morning, when a mediwitch was making her rounds. Bloodline: Pureblood Marital Status: Attached to Dennis Creevey Sexual Preference: Bi-Sexual Personality:
He's very quiet, not really one for saying how he feels or expressing an opinion to contrast the view of another, though he does have many, many of his own. He just doesn't see the point in arguing with someone, defending something vocally, when it's not going to do anything save get someone flustered. And he dislikes being flustered over silliness.
Besides, he knows he's right; he doesn't have to prove it to you.
He's not always serious and broody--he has a playful side, a lighthearted nature, but only a special few see it. It's the way he was raised, having a both a public and private side. He's very likable and friendly even, though he is considered shy.
He is every bit the gentleman publicly; polished, regal, well spoken, sharp dresser, good dancer, polite... but he is also a very sexual being. Lovers, both male and female are inexplicably drawn to him, falling for the innocent face and the beautifully spoken words, though the great majority have walked away bitter when he was done with them.
Personal History:
Theodore Elison Nott was born to Theodore and Ashby (nee Crabbe) Nott on a warm and sunny August morning in 1980, in their home right in the heart and hub of Wizarding London. He was the first, and only child the couple would ever have due to their advanced ages, and after years of trying that only ended up in three miscarriages as well as several false positives, considered Theo their little miracle. With his birth came the hope that the family name would continue and their vast fortunes and wealth of history and tradition would be passed onto a whole new generation through him. An heir to carry on the Ancient name of Nott (almost as dated as the Black name, though it carried less infamy) and a pleasant child to bring them joy and light in their twilight years. And their thoughts carried over into their actions, as they spoiled Theodore outrageously, giving the boy the best of everything that their money could buy, and treating him like a little prince. Doting on him constantly, rewarding him for the smallest achievements, holding firmly to the belief that their perfect little angel could do no wrong.
This treatment did much to bolster his self esteem and he adored his parents in return, but it also gave him an out of this world ego. Nicely put, he was a snob, rivaling even the Malfoy heir with his pompousness.
His childhood was a happy one, obviously, and he was generally a happy young man. But this all changed the summer before he was due to turn eleven, just two months before he would board the train for his first year at Hogwarts.
While alone on a trip in Egypt to 'clear her lungs', his beloved mother was bitten by a poisonous adder and with no training in healing magic, died from the wound and was found several weeks later when a strong wind blew and uncovered her sun bleached bones in the Valley of the Kings. The unexpected death was a harsh blow to young Theodore, and where once was a happy and always smiling boy (albeit snobbish at times) soon stood a sullen and withdrawn near teenager who no longer took any sort of pleasure in the childish things he once had.
But he went on to Hogwarts to further his magical education, resolving with himself that that was what she would have wanted him to do. He was sorted Slytherin, and made many acquaintances there, some of which turned into as real a friend as a Slytherin could get. He never joined one of the 'gangs' that seemed prevalent in that house, but rather was friendly with all of them to some extent, as he felt he had to be in order to survive at school.
Theo spent most of his time in the library, burying himself in his studies as both an escape from the thoughts of his mum, and secretly competing with Hermione Granger for the highest marks in their year. His competition with her wasn't an outward, he kept it to himself, shrugging it off when she did better than he, but secretly seething inside and full of envy that a simple muggle born had a mind and base of knowledge that seemed to far exceed his.
Sometime during his fourth year, Theo began developing—feelings for some of his fellow students. The girls were to be expected of course, but—in his world it just wasn't proper or acceptable for a young man to get warm fuzzies watching the male Quidditch players as they sauntered back indoors sweaty and robes clinging fresh from practice or a match. But short of finding and casting some brain washing charm on himself, he couldn't help how he thought.
He stamped those feelings down somehow however, knowing that they would be frowned upon by the society in which he lived, and especially his father, whose opinion still meant the world to him then. He decided to keep himself free of the entanglement, hurt and confusion that those sorts of relationships seemed to bring.
But then, an angel turned his head and he changed his opinion quickly. Daphne Greengrass was an atypical Slytherin; rich, pure, beautiful, snarky-—but there was something else about her, something he himself couldn't even describe and Theo couldn't help himself. He had it bad. He never could bring himself to speak to her though, instead silently adoring her from afar, because honestly, what would a girl like that want with the likes of him? He was rich and pure, sure, and his family name carried a great deal of weight in their circle, but he was also a bit more reserved than the crowd she normally associated with, a bit of a 'potions dork' if you will. So he said nothing. For a full year he watched boyfriends come and go, envying them for having the courage he couldn't muster, even if their fling only lasted a short time, they still had what he wanted briefly. The first time she ever spoke to him outside of a rushed hello, Theodore felt himself melting on the spot. His heart was pounding nearly out of his chest, but somehow he managed not to stumble over his words, and to keep up conversation with her. But hell, he was nervous. If she'd taken his hand, she would have known by his sweaty palms the extent of his feelings for her.
Finally, a brilliant friendship developed between the two and he grew to be more comfortable in her presence. Around Christmas during their fifth year, Theo at last confessed his feelings to Daphne expecting her to laugh in his face and give him the 'good friend' brush off, but was pleasantly surprised when she actually returned the sentiment.
Those were the best months in his memory, his time with her. Their relationship progressed quickly, perhaps a bit foolishly on their parts, and soon the two were intimate. Frequently. And without any form of protection. But they were in love, and unconcerned with whatever consequences may follow their actions.
He dove even further into her near the summer. His father, his sweet, old stickler for the rules—a man he affectionately called Dad— participated in the Battle at the Department of Mysteries at the Ministry, and was captured and sent to Azkaban for his part in it all. Call it stupidity or sheer blindness on his part, but Theodore had never known of his fathers involvement with the Death Eaters, past or present. No one had ever told him, nor even hinted at any form of alliance between his family and the Dark Lord. He was ashamed to be associated with the man, and tried to withdraw again, only comforted by Daphne and her unwillingness to allow him to drift away from her.
His father now imprisoned, and Theo still not of age as of yet had no proper guardian, and so he was forced to live with his distant relatives, the Crabbes. Another Death Eater family, another father who was in prison for following the orders of the newly returned Dark Lord. Mostly they left Nott alone, save when he was forced to interact with the people at the dinner table, and for that he was grateful.
He kept up outward appearances, brushing off remarks about his father, and refusing to answer any questions about their lives. He made plans with Daphne to leave Britain when they finished their schooling as he had no intention of fighting for the man who had cost him his father, most of the inheritance that wasn't stashed away, and every bit of normalcy that he once had in his life. When the end of the year came, he couldn't have been happier to see it all come to an end.
Seventh year, he kept his nose clean. Didn't give the new DE guard dogs any reason to have any cack with him, and so he progressed with great ease. He was afraid though, but refrained from running. He was many things, but coward wasn't one of them, and that certainly wasn't the way he wanted to be remembered.
The Battle at Hogwarts both surprised and thrilled him, by this time, with the Carrow's working side by side with Order members within the school, he was fed up and he had no real opinion about any of it, so why should he fight for either side? Let them duke it out and hopefully destroy each other, leaving the people with sense to re populate their world.
During the battle, he used what skills he had to fend off any who attacked him, and remained relatively untouched, even among all the chaos. His main concern was finding Daphne and leaving, but when he saw the fallen bodies of her parents, he started losing hope, became frantic with worry. In his hurry, he didn't see the duel going on right in front of him and ran headfirst into it, receiving dual curses and stumbled several paces before he fell, slamming face first into a rock and rendering himself unconscious. He remained that way for the rest of the battle (and for several days afterward), and was taken to Mungo's along with the rest of the injured.
Once he was able, he resumed his search for Daphne, and became disheartened after several months passed by with no word from her, it was as if she'd vanished right off the face of the earth. Finally, he just gave up, deciding if she wanted to get into contact with him, she would. But she never did, and over the years, as much as he had loved her once, he grew bitter and began to despise her for leaving the way she had.
Reluctantly, after it was all said and done, Voldemort dead, the DE's that hadn't died in the fight imprisoned or on the run, Theodore returned to Hogwarts to complete his seventh year, and earned full NEWTS by the end of the year. After that, he left Britain in favour of France, and didn't look back for quite some time.
It took a few years, but soon Theo was back to himself, a person he hadn't seen since he was thirteen years old. His old snark and pompousness, along with an oft times playful disposition having returned full fledged, he was finally happy. At least as happy as he could be.
While in France, he studied under a famed French Healer, Ziggy Beauton, and soon became a healer himself. He is proficient in many aspects of the profession and thus works in Trauma, though his passion lies with Magical Bugs, and Potions and Plant Poisoning. His mentor Ziggy also suggested that in addition to studying wizarding medicine, that he should also brave the muggle world and take classes there as well. While he never received a medical degree from the muggles, he still studied among them and was even accepted to an exclusive medical school in the States, which he had to turn down.
A return to Britain was prompted by a an urgent owl from St. Mungo's, informing him of the status of his father who had been imprisoned once more after managing to survive the final battle. The elder Nott, broaching his mid seventies by now, had fallen apart. His mind was gone due to Dementors sucking every ounce of happiness from him, and after that was gone, sucking out everything the man knew. The once proud Pureblood was now reduced to a drooling shell of a man, dependent on feeding tubes and adult diapers to spare him further embarrassment.
Seeing his father in such a state did nothing for Theo's mental status, which despite everything good that had happened to him and his 'complete turnaround', was still very shaky. He did end up staying in Britain, and taking a job at Mungo's, a position that allowed him to work with both Trauma patients and with his specialties when he has spare time.
After two months of watching his father suffer, Theo sneaked into his unguarded room one night, and injected the contents of a vial he had brewed himself into his own father's main artery. It worked fast, and he sat in a chair at his bedside and held his Dad's hand as his heartbeat slowed and then finally stopped after a little over two minutes. Though the deed was done out of mercy, Theo was still distraught over the fact that in essence and despite his good intent, had murdered his own father.
A year of working nearly nonstop to keep himself from thinking, and swimming in a sea of nameless faceless sexual partners, a man was brought into his trauma ward with a head injury, and with that first meeting Theo's life changed forever. Dennis Creevey, someone he barely recognized from his Hogwarts days, had slipped at a party (he was drunk, very, very drunk) and hit his head, and Theo tended to his wound. It wasn't very serious, but with all head injuries, it's better to keep the patient awake for several hours to ensure there's no chance of them slipping into a coma. He stayed, even after his shift was over an hour later, to talk to Dennis and keep him awake as he was falling asleep and the rest of the Healers were busy. (it was a weekend, and a full moon, it was madness!).
A couple of weeks later, Dennis was back in the Trauma Ward. Theo treated him again, but this time, instead of staying on after his shift ended, he had Dennis go and grab a cup of coffee with him, certain a walk and the caffeine would keep him awake. They parted ways an hour later, and Theo thought that would be the end of it. He was certain by then that Dennis was trying to get his attention, but he had made no move, and Theo wasn't looking for anything beyond a night or two anyway.
Several weeks go by and one of Theo's coworkers, giggling, urges him to listen to the wireless. He does, and is surprised to hear the voice on the other end a familiar one. And even more surprised when he hears him referring to a mystery man he'd been chasing, one who he will only call 'Medi-Teddy', and asking for a date. Obviously, he and everyone else he worked with knew who the plea was for. On his lunch break, Theo made his way down to the wireless station and after finding Dennis, shagged him in a broom closet thinking that would be the end of it.
But it wasn't. It wasn't nine months later that the two were living together on a semi permanent basis, and another three before Theo convinced Dennis to drop his lease and move in with him. The two were very likely the oddest couple in the wizarding world; the serious, somber Slytherin and the wild, outspoken Gryffindor...but it worked, and it worked quite well. They were happy for a number of years together until tragedy struck.
Working his normal late shift at Mungo's, Nott was felled by a long term patient in the Dai Llwellyn Ward, who, prior to that night, had never given any indication or hint of violence. Something had upset him earlier, and when Theo came in to check on the patient, it was quick; he was stabbed with his own quill and bled out with no one on staff none the wiser. He was found the next morning by a mediwitch making her early rounds.
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Physical: Occupation: Healer Alliance: Neutral Historical or Mythological Figure and why you chose them: Apollo. Played-by: Hayden Christensen Journal: idle_hands_