Malvolio Gaunt. Fin.

[Malvolio 'Mal' Gaunt]

Malvolio Gaunt

NAME: Malvolio Corin Gaunt
AGE: 15, b. 7th September.
SOCIAL CLASS: Lower
STATUS: Single
PLAY-BY: Logan Lerman



BlOOD STATUS: pure
EYES: light brown
HAIR: dark brown
SKINTONE: pale
HEIGHT & WEIGHT: 5'7" 117lbs
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: he has very distinctive eyes and is always unhealthily thin.
OVERALL PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:

Malvolio is a slight and short boy, he looks remarkably like his brother (and his father and his mother) though he's very thin, as though he is never given quite enough food, he's significantly shorter than his brother and more often than not appears gaunt. Pun intended.
He has a sad, or perhaps angry look about him usually and smiles rarely if ever.
His teeth are crooked, another reason why he doesn't smile often and he keeps his straight hair longer than most.

Malvolio always dresses as best he can, he gets mostly hand me downs from his brother, who's much, much bigger than him and so the clothes are always ill fitting.



NON-MAGICAL SKILLS: Malvolio has very few non-magical skills, aside from the fact his family think muggle skills are a waste of time he agrees, he also has trouble in learning new things though is able to read and write sufficiently enough to pass his exams.

MAGICAL SKILLS: As with the rest of his family Malvolio is a parslemouth.

BEST/WORST CLASSES:
Malvolio is by no means an unintelligent boy, but he has no best or worse classes, he is, in all his subject areas barely passable.
In more modern times, he might have been diagnosed with a learning disorder, as it it, he's been left to struggle.
His favorite subject would be care of magical creatures, he actually enjoys learning about dangerous creatures, but otherwise is the first to pull the legs off of the bowtruckles and cut the flobberworms in half.

WEAKNESSES: he has many, many weaknesses, like his brother and father he has a very short temper, he has trouble with reading and writing, as well as retaining information and remembering facts and spells. He's also riddled with insecurity, relating to his brother being so much more valuable to their parents, his being terrible at school and having no real skills, and also his height and size.
As well as all this the poor boy with his twisted genetics is rather unwell, delusional, paranoid, neurotic and even on occasion suffering from anxiety, panic attacks and even hallucinations.

STRENGTHS: Mal has few strengths, he angers easily and picks fights but hasn't the bulk to ever win, he wants so badly to stand out yet he hasn't the capacity to achieve, he has his name, and his heritage and nothing more, and even that is denied him by his parents, Marvolo was the son whom inherited the family heirlooms, their pride and joy, Malvolio is totally and completely hidden in that shadow.
He is resilient and has a selfish desire to survive above all else.
He is quite good at chess, of all things and can devise a good strategy. His actions often speak much louder than his words and he is very much a boy of careful planning and action.

QUIRKS & HABITS: he mutters things under his breath and tends to be very vacant. He's twitchy at the best of times and has the tendency to dissapear for long periods of time. He shouts at people even if they've done nothing to him.
He smokes, both tobacco and opium and carries around a cheap hip flask full of absinthe which he drinks sparingly.

OVERALL PERSONALITY DESCRIPTION: Mal, it means bad, in Latin and it couldn't be more true for the poor boy. There are no redeeming qualities, nothing even remotely salvageable. He does have a decent mind, well enough to know even in the Wizarding world hearing voices isn't a good sign, he understands he's different form the other children, understands he couldn't hope to be the kind of academic material expected of him by his family. He's aware there is a madness which curses his family, just he isn't in a position to do anything about it.
Unlike his brother he's much more subtle with his hatred of women, muggles and mudbloods, more so because he has little skill to defend himself when a fight gets physical, but like his brother he has been in trouble with the law for tormenting Muggle's, though not to the extent of having his magic restricted. He's not so ambitious, but he's very cunning, has a good strategic mind and a fierce loyalty to the house of Slytherin (not so much his family).
He has seen a therapist, through the school who gave him a formal diagnosis of psychosis, which has been ignored by his parents and he has been left to cope in his own way.



BIRTH PLACE: outside Little Hangleton
PARENTS: Mara and Morphin Gaunt
SIBLINGS: Marvolo Gaunt I haven't really included any of their relationship, we'll have to do a thread. If I need to change anything let me know.
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: none
CHILDREN: none
OTHERS: He's Voldemort's great uncle. And and ancestor of Salazar Slytherin
PET: none
CHARACTER HISTORY:
Malvolio gaunt was an unexpected curse for the nearly poverty stricken family, as a baby the little boy had known he was unwanted and unwelcome but still tried to be a son they could be proud of.
He envied his older brother, the heir to the family with every fiber of his being, growing up Marvolo got more food, attention and affection than him. When the issue of his Hogwarts education was brought up, Mal knew he'd need to learn to read and write and so sat in while his brother was learning and picked up what he could. When he received his letter the boy had to beg his parents to let him go.

For Mal Hogwarts was a symbol of opportunity and freedom and above all else hope.

Eventually the couple agreed to pay his tuition and Mal and his parents were all disappointed with the yield from his classes, magic was significantly more difficult than what he'd expected, he believed he was the great and powerful younger heir to the Slytherin line and that greatness would come without difficulty but his inability to keep up with his class work was the very tip of his troubles.

During his second year at school the stress began to get to him, it was not uncommon for the boy to be missing classes, he lost even more weight, around Easter he was admitted to the hospital. Panic attacks, delusions and extreme paranoia were beginning to drive him mad. The school asked for a mind healer to come and see the boy and he was told he had psychosis - a psychotic disorder of the mind, and the best place for him was the asylum, his parents agreed when they were told but Malvolio refused, he pulled himself together long enough to convince the healer to leave him at Hogwarts.
To this day his parents threaten to send him to the asylum.

Malvolio developed his own ways of stopping the paranoia and anxiety and panic attacks - chewing tobacco, alcohol and later opium.
Now, at 15 he manages well enough to his the sickness of the mind but it isn't a secret among his family and even the public think there is something wrong with the boy. Over the years it has gotten much worse, beginning to include hallucinations and severe and unrelenting anxiety, as well as the characteristic Gaunt anger and predisposition for violence always lurking under the surface.



NAME: Kath
AGE: 20
YEARS ROLEPLAYING: lots
DO YOU AGREE TO THE RULES OF LOVE?: yes
DO YOU UNDERSTAND THE RP TERMS UNDER RP: ALL YOU NEED TO KNOW?: Yep
HOW'D YOU FIND US?: I'm all knowing.
DATE: 24-3-2015
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:

Malvolio took a long swig from his hip flask, his medicine, he liked to call it. The months before the summer tended to play on his mind the worst, his parents hated him - this was a fact, but they were going to kill him, this summer was it, they'd do it. Marvolo would probably help, his teachers would probably help. They don't think he notices their looks and sighs and frustration at his inability to grasp even the most simple of things. He understood more than what they thought he did. He was stupid, they all thought so and they were going to come and kill him.
A loud noise, a dropped book maybe made Marvolo jump out of his skin. Panicky little thing, panic, panic he heard whispered in his head. They're going to get you. Get you. You're not up to scratch.
The boy sitting on the bed in the dorm grimaced and shook his head.
"Say shit, talk shit you bastard." He mumbled, not to anyone in particular, just under his breath. "they say I'm stupid. Coming to get me," he continued his disjointed warbling, seemingly unaware he was speaking at all. His thin hands fished through the pockets of his robes for a second before pulling out a box of tobacco and rolling a cigarette. He lit it with his wand and took a deep drag. The drug seemed to help him relax, though the mumurs continued. "You're lying, no you're not. Don't pretend you don't know they're coming. They think you're stupid. You're stupid, stupid boy. Trains, the last time you'll ever see a train. Filthy mudbloods and blood traitors."

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