Merope Gaunt - The Girl Who Died

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she who died. Harry Potter Merope Gaunt is how I played her in canon, she suffers from PTSD, anxiety and forms of depression. She is a weak-willed person with aggressive-love tactics. While she's very kind and understanding, she is very naive and often loses things while being spoken to. information NICKNAMES: Squib, May, Bint are the names she is used to. HOMETOWN: Little Hangleton BIRTHDAY: May 31, 1908 BLOOD STATUS: Pureblooded; Heiress to Slytherin FAMILY: Medusa Gaunt Marvolo Gaunt Morfin Gaunt Tom Riddle Jr. (Voldemort) SIGNIFICANT OTHER: Tom Riddle Sr. SEXUALITY: Heterosexual LOYALTY: She has a purist mind set, so purebloods regardless of what it is unless someone shows her a different way. appearances Just as her surname; Gaunt, she's thin from lack of nutrition and holds the type of body that wasn't made to hold a child. She has a small chest, short torso and somewhat long legs and stickily arms with tiny hips. Her hair is dull, dank and usually unkempt black hair, it's usually in her face or hangs there as she has never done anything to it more than comb it. It might look different depending on if Morfin or Marvolo decided to cut her hair unevenly. Her face is rather heavy and somewhat long with oddly shaped eyes and a sharp, slightly turned-up nose with a thin bridge. Merope's cheeks are at a normal height and sullen looking from lack of real nutrition and living conditions. She has spends nearly all her time in the dark since she was small and thus is nearly blanch looking in the face, as if she lives by the limitations of her fear. She has very peculiar eyes as they aren't exactly normal; her eyes are an abnormal shade of green with the left one turned slightly inwards that is blue. Merope's aware of how weird she might look and thus her eyes dart when she talks. Others who see her might pity her or be annoyed that she does not take better care of herself because she holds onto this look that she needs help but does not know how to ask. Her voice is very quiet, soft and easy to listen to. Merope has never once raised her voice to yell or scream at a person, her cries of pain are usually quiet or a sharp, high-pitched yelp. Others might think that she has a very calming, soothing voice when she speak. If she were reading a bed-time story to someone, they would likely fall asleep. WAND: Blood Wood, 9" with a Ash Winder Ash core; her mother's wand - not very flexible. The wand works well for brewing potions and dark magic but frequently botches her magic if she's not in control of herself. BOGGART: Her father and his belt. PATRONUS: Unable to cast one. LIKES: Outside, little snakes, trees, reading and anything that can be done alone. DISLIKES: Loud voices, shouting, screaming, her house, her brother, her father, cooking and doing things for others. I guess she hates these things because they were always forced upon her. pb; emily perkins Experience; anon_merope@annwn_anon locketless@totzmindfuckrpg merope@acrosstime slytherinlocket@be_incredible slytherinlocket@the__beginning snakemouth@goodwill merope@sapientiae_rpg lank@foresight_rpg heirofslytherin@elysian_fields horcrux@pastmeetsfuture parselmouth@oh_buggar dull@thepanicroom filthofhisflesh@thetimewarp horcrux@fantasy_island inbred@tesseract riddle@houseofgaunt horcrux@parabolical lonely@noescapeisland loveless@cityofnewhope inbred@potg_rpg merope@raccoon__city parseltongue@panfandom heartache@vas_captio_rpg meropy@aiodeuniversity merope@wihh_logs merope@undertherainbow gaunt@the_love_boat personality STRENGTHS: Contrary to what many people believe, Merope is a rather talented witch. She is very skilled in the Dark Arts and Potions. In addition, Merope has strong household skills like cooking and sewing. Merope is also intelligent, though most see her as the exact opposite. Merope would be considered something like Narcissa, but worse. She was a "at-home-witch", usually treated poorly in the ways similar to a house-elf. She did everything for her family that required actual labor, as wells as non-labour magic. She spent most of her nights self-teaching herself through Marvolo's school books and practicing magic on her own. Although she isn't good at reading or writing, she tries very hard and often spends LONG hours trying to understand something that is normally easy. She also has the uncanny ability to be around incredibly violent people and distract or amuse them. Her submissiveness goes along pretty well with extremely violent or mean characters because she'll take whatever they have to give. Some might say she had a certain kind of bravery to some extent because she allowed her body to be taken up by her child, giving whatever she could give from her body and not caring so much about her own well being but her child's. She doesn't laugh in the face of danger or run away from it, she stands still and waits for whatever it is to come her way. I believe her strongest strength is her genuine kindness and gentle demeanor. WEAKNESSES: Merope has more weaknesses than strengths. She cannot perform magic whenever she is upset or nervous, she has problems speaking in public, and she has issues with speaking up. Merope does not take care of her well-being; if she is ill, has a problem, or otherwise, she is unlikely to even utter a word or complain. Because Merope was heavily abused by her family, she became unable to perform proper magic while others watch. She is the ultimate passive person, she just doesn't react to any sort of fighting. She allows herself to be pushed and whatever else, because she fears that saying "no" will do nothing to help her. She is also a quite naive. She's easily controlled by a loving hand, affectionate touch or a Pseudo-Tom Riddle. She often becomes clouded by these things and in unable to think about anything else, she can often be found submitting herself to those who come off as Tom Riddle would. She tends to be the prey of unfortunate events due to these tiny things, she opens herself to men like Tom willingly and would probably be used by him in an effort to cure a large wound she has. While she's easily manipulated, there are not many that would try to get near her due to the obvious appearance issues and her unsocial tendencies. DETAILED PERSONALITY: This is probably the most difficult part of the application. Merope is in her mind, all the time. She suffers from PTSD(Post Traumatic Stress Disorder), she had a hard time allowing her life to continue normally because she's stuck remembering things, instances and times where it was hard. Severe PTSD might be more like it. Merope grew up persistently abused in almost every fashion by both father and brother, and as far as she knows of the world, this was normal, expected, deserved; she had virtually no other human contact. She escaped that life for the past little while, but the scars still run deep; and, in all truth, the love-potioned lie she's led with Tom for the past little while has been little better. She's a minefield of insecurities, misconceptions, and complexes, with whole portions of her emotional vocabulary missing. Merope is very complicated to explain, she's the ultimate opposite of what her son was but there are very many similarities between them; she likes to hides things that she's working on, she's not a team player and she's very determined when she needs to be. The girl is a prime example of how abuse and sadness can ruin a person, stunt their development and even take away their magic to make them so defeated they wouldn't even save their own life. Ever since her life began, she was throw around, beaten, insulted and shouted at whenever she did anything that didn't 100% please her family which was very hard on her. Merope was treated so poorly that she was convinced that this was how people, or rather women, should be treated by men. After so many years, she developed Stockholm Syndrome that went along with PTSD; she couldn't leave her family as she'd grown too loyal and loved them regardless of how they treated her and she found herself re-experiencing things, inability to talk about it and unable to fall or stay asleep. Merope is a very unhealthy person both mentally and physically; she always had a weak heart that never pumped correctly, so over-working herself always caused an extreme amount of stress on her body. There was very little that could manage to keep her happy for longer than a moment, that exception was being alone in the forest, talking to little snakes who wanted to have a friend, looking at herself wearing the locket, affection or being around Tom. Through her life she never managed to hold a real relationship with anyone, thus she yearns for reassurance and acceptance constantly, frequently trying her best to make people like her but she is so skittish that some find it very annoying. Merope reacts badly to certain types of behaviour from others, such as: grabbing, quick movements, hidden hands, angered faces or forceful movements cause her to sink further down. She makes it her goal to try hard to make people feel like she's worthy to know, to love and to be around by doing things they don't ask or helping when they appear to need to regardless of how she might feel about it; she's very selfless in that way. Some might say she's manipulative or deceptive sometimes, but she's really not smart enough to really come up with something like that unless it means very much to her; she'd never go out of her way to hurt someone if she could help it. The situation with Tom was her getting sick of her life, wanting Tom and seeing him as a way out of her life. Someone as fragile as Merope couldn't exist alone for too long without being overwhelmed by her own sadness; she would take bad company to no company. When people come to know her, they find her to be unbelievably sweet, soft and kind with no hint of malice. But, she's been known to be a bit jealous or possessive in her own way when she feels like she isn't living up to someone standards but she smashes the feelings, hides it away and never mentions it but if pushed to the breaking point, she will say exactly what she's thinking. It's her nativity talking, she doesn't argue because that's not her way but she will say how she's feeling at the time so someone knows. Being naive is a way that she can talk in a way that some might find unacceptable as she was raised in a racist home; she's been known to refer to people as mudblood, blood-traitors and the like because of how she was raised but the only exception to this is Tom. Sadly, public places often frightened or made her anxious unless she was there for a certain reason- get in and get out. Her submissiveness comes off very slave-like to people, it's been known to be an favored quality amongst certain types of men. Merope cowers immediately to those that are domineering or angry, she might be inclined to slide onto the floor from a wall to further show obedience and submissiveness. This ability was learned from being at home, she often was hurt less if she didn't back mouth(which she's never done to this day.), went along with their demands or didn't complain about things she was asked. It went along with the very rare quality she has; courage, some might believes that lying down to people like that is a bad things but it's not all that bad. Merope has the rare quality to handle violent, out of control people by using her keen observation skills and submissive ways to keep herself or others from getting hurt. I'll wrap but by mentioning the bit about the locket. Merope's locket was something that meant very much to her, it was her hope, her beacon, the dream in the distance. When she gave it up, it was the last nail in the fragile glass of her life and she lost to ability to care about herself or how she felt any longer, nobody cared about her and she cared about nobody except her son. Although, her locket opens up the sensation of belonging and being noticed for who she is; Slytherin's Heiress, she knew that someone would eventually want to take her if she was close enough to them and loved them relentlessly. In finishing, she can still dream, still hope for life to get better but without it, she's nothing at all. It would take a miracle to bring her out of that state. history There was a time when Salazar Slytherin's line came down to a family of three, the Gaunts, a family that proudly threw away their money along the generations, until it came down to them struggling to survive on whatever they could grow in their gardens. Marvolo, reluctantly following in his father's footsteps, married his own first cousin. Her name was Medusa Gaunt and she was just as horrid looking as one would think, but they didn't care. After several years of marriage, Medusa gave birth to Morfin Gaunt. Five years later, Merope Gaunt was born, and with her arrival came the unfortunate death of Medusa during childbirth. That was when Merope's life began to go downhill. From that moment on, Merope was always considered a bad child by her father, and constantly whipped and abused. Merope quickly learned that if she stayed obedient and submissive, the rest of her family would leave her alone. However, that didn't last very long and she seemed to live a tortured life for a good long time. Merope lived that way, under her family's harsh thumb, for several years. It started to change when she turned fourteen. Merope was fifteen when she received the gold chained locket. It was a birthday present. At least, her father seemed to think it was her birthday – each year it seemed to be a different day, sometimes even a different month. She woke from the crate in the corner of the room to see Marvolo looking down at her. She flinched involuntarily, her muscles remembering the times her father had come home in a drunken rage and kicked her into the wall, mumbling things about his dead wife. This time, however, he sat beside her, tenderly drew out a package of brown paper and handed it to her. She had never received a birthday present before, and so half expected it to contain some nastiness that would burn her, but was too afraid to refuse to open it. Fingers trembling, she undid the grubby string that kept it all together and carefully pulled the paper away, revealing the locket. She looked up at her father in puzzlement. He smiled encouragingly back, so she touched it, somewhat gingerly. It was cold metal, nothing more, and as soon as she knew this Merope suddenly saw how beautiful it was. She stroked its metallic surface, smiling. Her father reached to her hands and gently opened the locket, and Merope saw the engraved snake symbol inside. “Slytherin’s.” Marvolo said quietly. “I’m trusting you with this. I hope you won’t let me down.” Merope nodded, hardly believing that her father trusted her with such a beautiful and precious thing. “Thank you.” she whispered in Parseltongue. “I will not let you down.” She loved the locket more that anything and wore it around her neck all the time. Sometimes when her father and brother were out of the house she would stand in front of the cracked mirror, comb her dirty, unevenly cut hair from her face and admire her reflection. She could be almost beautiful, she thought, the beautiful heir of Slytherin, with the precious locket to prove it. She could stand for almost an hour, gazing at her reflection before she heard her father or brother coming up the path, and had to lurch away, quickly tucking the locket back inside her clothes and getting into position at the stove as if she had been doing nothing else. Her father was searching for a suitable husband for her. Of course, there was no question of it being anyone with any – she shuddered at the very thought – Muggle blood. Marvolo had been trying to meet with Sirius Black to discuss the possible marriage of his son Arcturus, who was several years older, to Merope. However, there was a problem and it didn't happen. Sirius and Marvolo had a fight amongst themselves and it ended with Marvolo telling Sirius that he was a "mudblood lover". Marvolo broke the news to Merope shortly after and then started on a new idea. “As you both know, the continuation of our exquisite bloodline is more important than anything. I’ve decided you will marry each other.” This made Merope sick to her stomach and nothing else he said after that moment mattered. She would never have admitted it to Marvolo or Mofin, but she had been hoping on the marriage to Arcturus Black with all her heart. She had been wishing on every star, had been praying to her locket in the hope that Slytherin would hear her and answer her prayers. She had never met Rigel, but had heard that the house of Black was full of finery and beauty. That they had house elves to do their every whim, that they slept in huge, soft beds with velvet covers. She had been dreaming of being Merope Black, of leaving the hovel where she lived. But it seemed that she would never leave. The relationship between Morfin and Merope was incestual and sickly. Morfin, after a while of denial, decided that Merope was his and would try various things on her. These things never went farther than kissing or just wanting to rub her, Morfin was usually less violent when she allowed him to do these things. This is what started Merope's passive-aggressive attitude towards her family. Merope stopped caring about where her life would go, it seemed so bleak anyways. She would do odd things like put ingredients to make them sick in the food she cooked if they treated her badly. She would also take Marvolo and Morfin's things and hide them or bury them away. Merope, of course, would get in trouble and be blamed for these things but they never had prove of it. This life of living in a two room shack with her father and brother seemed to be it for Merope, at least, until she first laid eyes on Tom Riddle, a Muggle from Great Hangleton. She was nearly ten when she first saw him, and the two of them were friends. It was then that Merope fell deeply in love with him. Eventually, Marvolo, whom greatly despised Muggles, intervened, saying awful things about the Riddle boy, but no matter the lies her father told her, Merope still loved Tom. Shortly after Merope had turned seventeen, she learned that Morfin had severely hexed Tom Riddle. Of course, as always, crimes do not go unpunished and Morfin was sentenced to a stint at Azkaban prison. Morfin's father Marvolo was also sent to Azkaban for assaulting Ministry of Magic officials and resisting arrest. Following her family member's arrests, Merope, now alone in the house, was able to live as she pleased in a fantasy world where Tom Riddle would always love her. It only took her a month of planning to come up with a ideal plan that would force Tom to love her; as Tom rode by on his horse parched with thirst, Merope gave him Amortentia-laced water. As long as she gave Tom Amortentia once a week, Merope's life was a dream come true. She was finally with the man she loved. Shortly after becoming pregnant, which was about a year after they married, Merope decided to let the potion wear off in the belief that, after being with him for so long, Tom would love her back. In fact, Tom Riddle did no such thing and left her. Merope was devastated and could hardly perform magic anymore. She spent the next few months wandering around hopeless and demoralized, and finally got the courage to sell her treasured locket at Borgin and Burke's, a relic of Salazar Slytherin's himself. The locket, though far from being worthless, gave her very little money because the buyer Burke knew just how desperate the poor Merope was and unknown of its value. After several more months, her life would end, ironically, giving birth to her son. She was in labor when she arrived at an orphanage and died after having spent only one small hour with the boy she named after "He-Who-Left-Her." FIRST PERSON: [private to herself] When I came here, I was so afraid of everything and everyone. I remember being given Sam's jacket and how annoyed he seemed to be. I always felt so lost and that Luna girl made a big deal about me, which hurt my feelings. I felt so put out, I knew there was something wrong with me, but I didn't think anyone gave a damn. I just let it go on and Martha looked me over, but nothing came of it and I feel bad that she's missing. I've not been feeling well and I just feel so bad having anyone helping me. I don't know how to not feel guilty, it makes me sick to my stomach to even ask. Rorschach was mad at me for being daft today, he says he is not mad, but I think he does otherwise. I feel bad depending on him, I think it might be burdening him somehow. I wish I had someone to talk to, but everyone is too busy with their own business. My infection hurts so bad, I want to find a heating pad of some sort. I want to cry, but I just can't. I want to be held, but I don't want to ask. Why is everything so hard? I hate myself. [/private to self] I am sorry I am not social like everyone else, I feel like I should apologize. Rorschach? Will you stay with me all night tomorrow night? L? Thanks for talking to me. THIRD PERSON: Being stationary for so long caused her to think over things that she shouldn't be, her body was rested on her back with her head tilted up towards the ceiling. She began to think of Tom, her husband, the words that were said to her so loudly, inside their home and outside. Daft bint! You bewitched me! You whore! Get out of my life, I don't want anything to do with your demon child or you. A cling of a ring that was once his wedding band hit the concrete and she never saw him again. Her beautiful Tom, made her heart ache inside and her hand rubbed over her chest. The sound of his voice had haunted her to the point of tears, she couldn't let anyone see her like this. They would ask questions and she couldn't handle questions from multiple people. Merope didn't care about her well being, nothing made it better and she needed to hide somewhere or get away from them. Merope's mentality became worse and worse, the dark did it and so did the misery of others. Pressing her hands against the bed, she took a much laboured breath and leaned up so she was sitting up. Thanks to the cast, her arm wouldn't buckle regardless of weight as she turned so her legs moved into slippers and she struggled to stand on her own. If she could do anything, it was for her to keep going without rhyme or reason. Merope moved at a glacial pace until she was outside, her arm moving around a pole for support and her eyes closed. If there was anything she took refuge in, it was the silence of the night and how peaceful it had been. When she heard a noise, her eyes went to the forest and thought of entering but it was too far, she'd likely pass out before she even made it. The black-haired girl felt exhausted just standing there, but she wanted grass and trees. 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