Arron Riddle

Backstory

Description:

Place of Birth-Westminster 

Blood status-muggleborn

Date of Birth-October 29

Age-18

Sexuality-ace?

Personality-INTJ 5w6 (according to Suzuki)

Looks- 6'2", pale, curly/straight(changes based on the day) raven hair, hazel eyes, and a scar trailing around my right eye like a scyth. Don't ask

Tattoos- a dragon curling up my spine, but moves to other parts of my body depending on mood 

Style-loose button down and black pleated pants, pocket watch that belonged to my Da, sometimes a tux sue me

Wand-ash wood with a Phoenix feather core, 13 ½" 

Pet-Lucifer, a python with patterned scales resembling a skull 

Patronus-python 

Animagus-Thestral

Preferences:

Boggart-Bellatrix Lestrange

Amortentia-campfire smoke, freshly ground coffee, vanilla, and chocolate

Mirror of erised-I don't know, I can't find the bloody mirror

Quidditch-chaser--though to be honest, I'm not a huge fan of any sports

HP Idols- Fred and George Weasley + the marauders 

Favorite spell-avada ked- jk, nox

Favorite hallow-stone (I'm an orphan, so duh)

Favorite color-morally grey

Hobbies/abilities-wizard's chess, photography(duh), sailing, pranks beyond your wildest dreams, insomnia( is that an ability or sickness?) and dueling. There isn't a spell I can't think up

Likes-coffee, the sound of violins, classical music, fire, winter, spoiled pricks, and Shakespeare

Dislikes-rules, idiots, prejudices, and gnomes

Background:

At the height of Voldemort's return his zealot death eater followers took a bunch of muggles captive and tortured them, the children included. My parents were muggles. I don't want to get into the details. I only escaped due to a little secret. I could make strange things happen, things like magic. I had been keeping it a secret from my parents, as 7 year olds do, but that night my little gift came in handy. Safe to say I still have a scar, curdosey of Bellatrix Lestrange. I was taken in by Bill Weasley and his wife Fleur. That should be the end of the story, right? Wrong. First day at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, a couple of pretentious pricks in want of a fight put a snake in my bed. Low and behold Lucifer did not want to be in my bed just as much as I didn't want him in my bed. How am I a parseltongue? No clue. Lucifer did, on the other hand, enjoy biting my pretentious dorm mates. That was when I earned the nickname Riddle, and it stuck. Ironic, isn't it? A mudblood with the name Riddle.

Friends:

Though my time at Hogwarts started off rocky, I soon became aquatinted with my three best mates: Finn Suzuki (the idiot), Henry Dursley (idiot number two, but with muscles), and Imogene Malfoy (the innocent). I, of course, am the mastermind. We're basically modern day marauders, but better. Most people call us the Tearaways, the teachers call us menaces, and you can call us whatever the bloody hell you like.

RP:

Fantasy, paranormal, sci-fi, really anything 

Please have good grammar

I'm not really into romance 

Just owl me, or feel free to post starters on my wall if your interested ;)