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TMR
Legacy Name: TMR

The Darkmatter Tigrean
Owner: Daph

Age: 5 years, 8 months, 2 days

Born: August 20th, 2018

Adopted: 5 years, 8 months, 2 days ago

Adopted: August 20th, 2018

Pet Spotlight Winner
May 24th, 2019

Statistics

• Level: 16
   
• Strength: 41
   
• Defense: 32
   
• Speed: 32
   
• Health: 32
   
• HP: 15/32
   
• Intelligence: 41
   
• Books Read: 41
• Food Eaten: 0
• Job: Unemployed

He's five years old, and he's small for his age. He hasn't learned much about the world yet, except that it is not very kind. He knows instinctively that he has been dealt a far worse hand than most, but he isn't sure to what extent yet. He's not yet learned how to charm people, doesn't quite have a silver tongue yet. The other children don't like him and adults seem to look through him. He doesn't know much yet, but he knows this: he wants, with every part of him, to be known. He wants to inspire emotion, and he does not care whether it is love or fear.

He's nine years old, and he knows more now. He's learned a lot, such as the fact that he is an orphan, which means that he is unloved, and the fact that he is poor, which means that he is vulnerable. He's learned that he is special, that he can do things, that he has power. He doesn't have control over it yet, but he knows that he can hurt people if he wants to bad enough, and he wants to, bad.

He's eleven years old, and his world changes. He's smarter now, and taller, and stronger, and he knows what words to say and what kind of people to befriend. He easily discerns where influence lies, and with whom, and grasps it for himself. In the orphanage, and now in the halls of Hogwarts, he learns how fleeting power is, how it can flit from person to person in just a conversation, in just a sentence. He holds onto it, tight.

He's twenty five years old, and the world is his. Men cower before him. They will fight for him, they will kill for him, and they will die for him. He owns the Ministry and the papers are his. Nothing can stand in his path and survive. In dark places and behind closed doors, the people whisper of a new power, one by the name of the Dark Lord.

He's thirty one years old, and the world is his. He's thirty nine years old, and the world is his. He's forty three, he's fifty eight, he's sixty four, and the world is his. He's seventy one years old, and Harry Potter stands before him in the Forbidden Forest.

Tom Riddle has had many years. He knows, with every part of him, that he will have infinitely more.

I will show you fear in a handful of dust.

Quote from The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot.
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