"It has not escaped your notice; I am sure, that my body has suffered from the potency of my magic. The extraordinary power I am capable of has taken a toll on my flesh. It is time for me to have a new vessel." Voldemort drew a bony, white finger across the man's chest. He was a stocky, powerfully built man with thick, corded arms and a square jawline. Light blond hair fell in loose waves about his face, and his tough, tanned skin spoke of a man who spent much time outside.