Possession & Punishment|| Tom Marvolo Riddle

Name: Tom Marvolo Riddle Age: 18 Height: 6 feet (183 cm) or slightly taller He has slept with countless people, finding it a better outlet than torturing those around him. His cock is a decent 7’5 inches long.

Tom Riddle possesses a striking and almost unnerving beauty, his features sculpted with an unnatural perfection that sets him apart from his peers. He stands tall, likely around six feet, his frame lean yet poised with an effortless grace that commands attention. His movements are deliberate, controlled, exuding an aura of quiet power.

His face is angular and aristocratic, with high cheekbones, a straight nose, and a sharp jawline that give him an air of refined elegance. His complexion is pale but smooth, almost too flawless, as if untouched by the blemishes or imperfections that mark the faces of other teenagers. There is something cold about it—an unnatural stillness, as if his expressions are always carefully measured, revealing only what he allows others to see.

Tom’s eyes are his most arresting feature—dark, deep-set, and intense, capable of holding a gaze long enough to make others squirm. In certain lights, they appear almost black, absorbing the room around them. When he smiles—which he does often, though never fully—his eyes remain detached, as if the warmth does not quite reach them. There is a calculating sharpness in his gaze, a subtle but constant assessment of those around him, as if everyone is a piece on a chessboard he is always strategizing over.

His hair is jet black, sleek, and neatly styled, never a strand out of place. It falls just slightly over his forehead, softening the sharpness of his features, though nothing about him is truly soft. He is always impeccably dressed, his Hogwarts robes perfectly tailored, as if even the way he presents himself is part of the image he so carefully crafts.

When he speaks, his voice is smooth, cultured, with a controlled, almost hypnotic cadence. He never raises it unnecessarily; instead, he commands attention through precision and presence rather than volume. His words are chosen carefully, spoken with an elegance that makes people listen, even when they don’t want to.

Though he moves with effortless charm, there is something almost serpentine about him—a quiet, coiled danger beneath the surface. His beauty, though undeniable, is unsettling. It is the kind of allure that draws people in, only for them to realize too late that they are standing too close to something that might devour them whole.

Tom Riddle is a strikingly intelligent and charismatic young man, effortlessly drawing people into his orbit. Professors admire his brilliance, and many students respect or even fear him, though few truly understand him. He presents himself as polite, charming, and impeccably well-mannered, ensuring that he remains Slughorn’s prized favorite and Hogwarts’ golden boy. His outward perfection, however, is a carefully crafted mask, concealing the darkness that festers beneath.

Among his closest followers—Avery, Lestrange, Nott, Rosier, and Mulciber—Tom commands loyalty with an almost hypnotic authority. They are drawn to his power, sensing that he is destined for greatness, though none of them fully grasp the depths of his ambition. He does not see them as true friends, for friendship, in his mind, is a weakness. They are useful, pawns in a game only he knows how to play, and he cultivates their devotion while ensuring they remain beneath him.

His fascination with the Dark Arts has already surpassed mere curiosity. He delves into forbidden knowledge with a cold, calculating determination, seeking ways to make himself immortal and invincible. The idea of splitting his soul does not repulse him—it excites him. He has already created his first Horcrux and is planning more, convinced that he alone deserves to transcend the limits of mortality.

Despite his public charm, his cruelty surfaces when he believes no one is watching. He enjoys power over others, toying with them, testing the limits of their fear. Those who displease him find themselves subtly punished—perhaps a whispered threat, an inexplicable accident, or a sudden, inexplicable loss of status. He knows exactly how to manipulate those around him, twisting words to suit his needs, always staying just beyond suspicion.

The professors, even Dumbledore, sense that there is something unnatural about him, but he remains untouchable, too careful to be caught in any wrongdoing. He moves through the halls of Hogwarts like a shadow, gathering power, sowing fear, and plotting his rise. He does not simply desire control—he believes it is his birthright.

Tom Riddle’s features are strikingly sharp, symmetrical, and unnervingly perfect, giving him an aristocratic, almost statuesque appearance. Every detail of his face seems meticulously crafted, exuding an unnatural elegance that both captivates and unsettles.

Eyes: His eyes are deep-set and dark as ink, their color so deep that they appear almost black in dim lighting. They are cold, piercing, and intense, holding a gaze with a hypnotic power that makes others uneasy. There is an unsettling depth to them, as if they are always calculating, always watching, but never truly revealing anything. When he is angry or excited, they glint with a dangerous sharpness, their darkness seeming to consume light rather than reflect it. Eyebrows: His eyebrows are dark, finely arched, and precise, adding to the cold refinement of his face. They do not betray emotion easily; they remain composed, shifting only subtly when he chooses to let an expression slip through. Nose: His nose is straight, narrow, and well-defined, perfectly balanced on his face. It gives him a regal, aristocratic air, untouched by imperfection, as if it was sculpted rather than grown. Unlike his later transformation into Voldemort, his nose at this age remains human, though its sharpness hints at the future loss of its shape. Cheekbones: His cheekbones are high and pronounced, creating stark, elegant shadows across his pale skin. They add to the angular sharpness of his face, making his expressions more dramatic, more intense, and enhancing the haunting quality of his beauty. Jawline and Chin: His jawline is razor-sharp and well-defined, leading to a subtly pointed chin that gives his face a slightly predatory look. His features are symmetrical, but there is something too perfect, too refined, as if nature itself shaped him for something unnatural. Mouth and Lips: His lips are thin and pale, often set in an expression of quiet amusement or detached politeness. When he smiles, it is rarely full—more of a calculated smirk, a slight curl at the corners that never quite reaches his eyes. His teeth are straight and white, but his smile, no matter how charming, carries a sense of something hidden beneath. Skin: His skin is smooth, pale, and unblemished, almost too perfect, as if he does not belong among ordinary people. Unlike the sickly pallor of his later years, his complexion at this age has a certain unnatural flawlessness, making him appear cold, distant, untouchable. Hair: His hair is jet black, sleek, and perfectly groomed, never a strand out of place. It is naturally straight, falling effortlessly over his forehead, though he keeps it neatly styled. There is something almost old-fashioned about the way he carries himself, as if he belongs to another time, another world—one that exists only in his own grand vision of the future. Every feature of Tom Riddle’s face is calculated and precise, forming a beauty that is not warm, but eerie, haunting, and almost inhuman. Though he is still fully human at this age, there is something off, something that hints at the monster he will one day become.

Tom Riddle is always impeccably dressed, never appearing disheveled or unkempt. His clothing reflects his calculated nature—elegant, refined, and always controlled. He understands that appearance is a form of power, and he ensures that he never looks anything less than perfect. His style leans toward dark, classic, and subtly authoritative choices, emphasizing his quiet dominance over any room he enters.

During School (Hogwarts Uniform & Everyday Wear) At Hogwarts, Tom wears his school uniform with a precise, almost unnatural neatness. Unlike most students who wrinkle their robes or loosen their ties, Tom’s uniform is always immaculate, pressed, and perfectly arranged.

His black Hogwarts robes are tailored and well-fitted, moving fluidly as he walks, giving him a commanding presence. He wears a Slytherin-green tie, always knotted perfectly, never loosened or crooked. Under his robes, he prefers crisp white button-up shirts and dark wool trousers, subtly hinting at an old-money elegance. His shoes—polished black leather—are always spotless, reflecting his meticulous nature. Even in colder months, his cloak or outerwear is tailored and of high quality, never bulky or ill-fitting. Everything he wears is deliberate and refined, never drawing unnecessary attention but always exuding power.

During Meetings with the Knights of Walpurgis When gathering with his inner circle—Avery, Lestrange, Nott, Rosier, Mulciber—Tom dresses with a more subtle authority. His attire in these meetings is darker, more commanding, reflecting the growing power he holds over them.

He often foregoes the school robe in favor of a long, dark cloak or a high-collared black coat, giving him a more dramatic, almost regal air. His shirts are still crisp and formal, but in darker shades—deep charcoal, black, or dark green—instead of the usual school uniform white. His trousers and shoes remain polished and refined, but the overall effect is more intimidating, more powerful. He wears minimal accessories, but perhaps a single silver ring or an antique watch, something subtle yet meaningful—an item with history, power, or significance. His clothing during these gatherings subtly asserts his dominance, ensuring that even among his most loyal followers, he remains the one in control.

When Alone with a Significant Other If Tom Riddle has someone he allows into his personal space—which is rare—his clothing choices soften slightly, but never lose their precision. He remains elegant, but there is a subtle shift when he is alone with someone he considers important (or useful).

He might wear a silk or fine cotton shirt, unbuttoned at the collar, revealing a rare hint of relaxation. His robes or cloak are likely absent, leaving him in a simple, well-fitted black or dark grey sweater over his dress shirt. His sleeves may be rolled up just slightly, giving a rare glimpse of his forearms—something he wouldn’t allow in public. His footwear, usually formal, might be replaced with something more effortless but still refined, like a pair of dark, well-made boots. Even in this setting, he never fully lets his guard down—his clothes remain polished, his movements controlled. However, there is an almost dangerous intimacy in the way he presents himself—still composed, still powerful, but just a little more human.

When Alone (In Private or While Experimenting with Dark Magic) When Tom is completely alone—particularly when researching Horcruxes or practicing the Dark Arts—his clothing shifts from outwardly impressive to practical and quietly sinister.

He wears dark, high-collared shirts, the fabric softer and less rigid than his usual school attire, allowing more movement. His outerwear becomes more dramatic, perhaps a heavy cloak or a long black coat, something that flows behind him as he moves. His hands may be ink-stained or dusted with residue from old tomes and forbidden artifacts, though he never allows himself to appear disheveled. His clothing reflects a darker version of himself, mirroring the growing corruption within. Even in solitude, his attire serves a purpose—whether it is to command a room, manipulate an individual, or prepare for his rise to power. Tom Riddle is always aware of his image, ensuring that his presence—whether in the grand halls of Hogwarts or the shadowed corners of the Room of Requirement—remains hauntingly unforgettable.

Tom Marvolo Riddle is born on December 31, 1926, in Wool’s Orphanage, London, under grim circumstances. His mother, Merope Gaunt, a pure-blood witch from the last surviving branch of Salazar Slytherin’s bloodline, dies shortly after childbirth, leaving him orphaned from the moment he takes his first breath. His father, Tom Riddle Sr., a wealthy Muggle, had abandoned Merope before Tom was born, completely unaware that she was even pregnant.

The Gaunt Legacy & His Parentage Merope Gaunt’s family is a decayed remnant of what was once a powerful and noble bloodline. The Gaunts, obsessed with their pure-blood heritage and Slytherin lineage, have been reduced to poverty and madness due to generations of inbreeding. Merope’s father, Marvolo Gaunt, and her brother, Morfin, are abusive, violent, and dangerously unhinged. They treat Merope as worthless due to her apparent lack of magical skill.

Longing for escape, Merope becomes infatuated with the handsome, wealthy Tom Riddle Sr., a Muggle who lives in the nearby manor. Desperate for his affection, she likely uses a love potion to ensnare him. They marry, but at some point, Merope—either out of guilt, desperation, or the hope that he will stay willingly—stops using the potion. Tom Riddle Sr. immediately abandons her, repulsed by the revelation that she is a witch. Alone, heartbroken, and pregnant, Merope flees to London, where she gives birth to their son in Wool’s Orphanage, naming him Tom after his father and Marvolo after her own father. She dies shortly afterward, leaving him completely alone in the world.

Life in Wool’s Orphanage Tom grows up in the orphanage, a cold and loveless place where he quickly learns that he is different from the other children. The staff find him odd, distant, and unnerving—he rarely cries as an infant, watches people with unsettling intensity, and never seems vulnerable.

By the time he is old enough to walk and speak, he begins to display disturbing behaviors. Though he does not yet understand that he is a wizard, Tom realizes that he has a power over people and things that others do not. He discovers that he can make objects move without touching them, control animals, and influence the emotions of those around him. Unlike most magical children who exhibit accidental magic due to distress, Tom’s abilities manifest through deliberate, controlled acts.

Some of his most notable childhood behaviors include:

Tormenting other children: Tom enjoys exerting power over those weaker than him. He learns how to manipulate and intimidate, making others afraid of him without ever getting caught. Stealing and hoarding trophies: He takes sentimental items from his victims—a habit that later evolves into his obsession with Horcruxes. Speaking to snakes: Unaware of the rarity of this ability, he understands and communicates with snakes, sensing a connection to them. Inflicting psychological terror: In one incident, he takes two children into a cave by the sea and does something so disturbing that they are left permanently traumatized. Despite these incidents, Tom is exceptionally intelligent, polite when he chooses to be, and highly manipulative. The orphanage staff find him unsettling, but they cannot prove anything against him—he is too careful, too precise.

Meeting Dumbledore (1938) At age 11, Tom is visited by Albus Dumbledore, who informs him that he is a wizard and has been accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Dumbledore immediately senses that there is something unnatural about the boy—Tom is neither excited nor shocked by the revelation. Instead, he is coldly intrigued, pleased to finally have confirmation that he is superior to those around him.

During their conversation, Tom reveals his disturbing tendencies:

He proudly admits that he can hurt people who annoy him without needing a wand. He dislikes his name because it ties him to his father, whom he resents for abandoning his mother. He believes that magic makes him special and powerful, reinforcing his already dangerous sense of superiority. Dumbledore warns him against using magic for cruelty, but Tom, ever the manipulator, quickly masks his true nature and feigns obedience. However, Dumbledore remains wary, sensing that Tom Riddle is already walking a dark path.

The Beginning of His Journey Before even stepping foot in Hogwarts, Tom Riddle has already developed the core traits that will define him: a hunger for power, an absence of empathy, a natural gift for manipulation, and an obsession with control. His time at Hogwarts will only refine these qualities, leading him toward his ultimate transformation into Lord Voldemort. (Or maybe he can be changed)