Post by nat on Jul 21, 2011 12:39:54 GMT -5
HELLO, GOOD MORNING HOW YOU DO,
DRACO LUCIUS MALFOY
[/color][/font]DRACO LUCIUS MALFOY
WHAT MAKES YOUR RISING SUN SO NEW?
AND I'M LIVING AGAIN, AWAKE AND ALIVE,
THIS IS MY GENERAL INFO[/color][/font]
DYING TO BREATH IN THESE ABUNDANT SKIES[/center]
Draco Lucius Malfoy, also known as Drac, The Amazing Bouncing Ferret, Foul Loathsome Evil Cockroach.
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June 5th, 1980, and he is sixteen years of age.
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Male.
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Heterosexual.
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Pureblood.
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Slytherin.
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N/A.
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NEVER THOUGHT I COULD FALL LIKE THAT
THIS IS MY APPEARANCE
[/color][/font]THIS IS MY APPEARANCE
NEVER THOUGHT I COULD HURT THIS BAD[/center]
Tom Felton.
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Grey.
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Blonde.
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Dark Mark tattoo on his left forearm, but usually keeps it hidden.
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LEARNING TO BREATHE, LEARNING TO CRAWL,
THIS IS MY PERSONALITY
[/color][/font]THIS IS MY PERSONALITY
FINDING YOU ALONE CAN BREAK MY FALL[/center]
Failure.
Death.
Lord Voldemort.
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To find his place in life.
To leave a mark on the world, good or bad.
To get his father out of Azkaban.
To carry out his father's wishes.
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Girls.
Dragons.
Potions.
Quidditch.
Transfiguration.
Boasting.
Severus Snape.
DADA - when he has a decent professor.
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Divination.
Losing.
Hippogriffs.
Ferrets.
Hagrid.
Mudbloods.
Harry Potter.
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Spells.
Flying.
Potions.
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Keeping his mouth shut.
Judgmental.
Not accepting failure.
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The Malfoy name itself usually can sum up the characteristics of the people who come from it. Although sometimes Draco can be an exception to a few of these, he is a young boy, trying to discover who he is, and who he wants to be. Growing up, Draco was stubborn, spoiled, and cruel. He wanted things done his way, or would throw a fuss if it wasn't done to his standards. He demanded that he'd have the best of the best, and had no exceptions to what he knew he deserved. He often teased others about their family, knowing that he was from top of the line heritage. He had continued to be like that to impress his father. Being his father's prized possession, he would stop at nothing to please him. Once he started Hogwarts, he boasted that he also had been accepted to Durmstrang, but his mother couldn't bear to be that far away from him, and didn't want him to go, so Hogwarts was his only choice. He continued to exclaim at being a pureblood, and affording the best that money can buy, which allowed him to buy his way onto the Slytherin quidditch team in his 2nd year.
He continued to be that way, because bragging, to him, was the only way to prove to others that he was more of what magical people should be, and want to be friends with. Although he put on a tough persona, he was a coward in situation that were out of his control. He would always run away to avoid getting hurt. Once his father had been sent to Azkaban, he was terrified that he would be next. So he toned down on his arrogance, and although he still loathed Hogwarts, and it's current headmaster, he still attended, due to the task he was given just recently. He was proud of the fact that he had become a Death Eater at such an young age, and that the Dark Lord put his trust into him, but he was getting scared that he wouldn't be able to live up to the expectations he was given. He had started to show a more vulnerable side to him, but didn't allow others in just yet.
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I COULD USE A FRESH BEGINNING TOO,
THIS IS MY HISTORY
[/color][/font]THIS IS MY HISTORY
ALL OF MY REGRETS ARE NOTHING NEW[/center]
Narcissa Malfoy (nee Black)
Lucius Malfoy
Delinda Malfoy, older sister.
Bellatrix Lestrange, aunt.
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Hogwarts for the summer, usually resides in Malfoy Manor.
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Growing up for Draco wasn't exactly a picnic. Although he does have both parents, his father had resented that he wasn't the first-born of the family, but still slightly showed more favoritism to Draco, since he was a boy, then that to his older sister, Delinda. He was terribly spoiled, and showed excellence in flying already, although it was only on a toy broom as a child. He quickly learned that he loved getting attention from everybody, and would do what it takes to be the centre of it all, including telling outrageous lies about something, and blowing it out of proportion.
As he was growing older, he became more conceited, arrogant, and boastful.
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THIS IS THE WAY I SAY I LOVE YOU
THIS IS MY PLAYER INFO
[/color][/font]THIS IS MY PLAYER INFO
THIS IS THE WAY I SAY I'M YOURS[/center]
Nat.
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Fourteen years. o.o
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Hugs & Kisses.
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The past was in the past, and Micah preferred it that way. No matter the circumstances. he figured that past relationships, hookups, or one night stands didn't make the person. They created the harsh edges that sometimes protected the heart, and the person from opening up. Micah had his fair share of heartache, and pain, but he has never been the one to hurt someone, at least he's hoped he'd never hurt anyone. He's never really been in a serious relationship, at least one that had lasted more then a year. He was a typical guy, a commitment-phobic, but we recent events, such as his mom's passing, and his father's remarriage, and at his age, he decided that perhaps it was time to at least attempt to find someone, or get to know someone. While the thoughts of relationships, romantic, or friendship, he realized that perhaps he was ready for one. Perhaps the trip to the mall wasn't a total loss, and he would at least make an attempt at getting to know the people in this town. While watching the girls walk by, in a rush, he laughed to himself, seeing their faces of determination, and frustration. He walked briskly down the halls, glazing into the windows of the stores, not paying that much attention as to where he was going, it wasn't until he physically had a girl in his arms that he realized he should paid some attention. "Oh god, I'm sorry..." Some may have called it fate, others just a random encounter between old friends, if you could call it that, but the girl he had right in front of him he knew from the town he had grown up in. "Bethany!" Standing in front of him was the girl he grew up with, teasing about her pigtails when he were in the fifth grade, and pulling on them, and continued the teasing as they grew up, but that's what little boys did with girls they liked, but it as just elementary school, nothing to take to seriously, it wasn't like they had their whole lives revolved around each other. As Micah looked down at Bethany, he couldn't help but call it fate, especially since he's known her for most of life, well, he's known of her, with a few acquaintances, but still, it felt like the gods above were telling him something, and hinting it hard at that.
Cooking was always a passion for Micah, he loved the aromas, and the compliments he received when he mentioned that he made something from scratch. Although it wasn't classified as a manly job, Micah didn't care, he was doing something that he loved, and was able to show people what he could make. After obtaining his culinary degree at Johnson & Wales University, then finishing his Business Management at Brown University, Micah didn't want to stay in the town where he'd spend his whole life. He felt like he needed a change of pace in life, and it was either now, or never, so he got up and moved to New Haven. Although it wasn't a big big move, he was still accomplished at the fact that he was able to not be tied down in Providence. He was starting to zone out, then glanced back at her. "Oh, I live here now. I just moved here about a month ago. I needed to get out of Providence, it's too lonely there." He decided not to mention of his new investment. It's not that he wasn't ashamed of it, he just didn't want people to know that he's the owner of the new restaurant, especially since he wasn't quite sure what to make of it, well, besides make food. He wanted to have at least some kind of trend, or tradition within his restaurant, and have people come back, savoring the homemade flavors he worked so hard to achieve. He loved to see the smiles of the people while they had the first bite of his dishes, but right now, he was perfectly content with the smile of the girl right in front of him. He looked at Bethany, and smile, totally forgetting that she attended Yale University. "So, how's school going for you, Bethy? You're in your final year, aren't ya?" He watched her closely, remembering their childhood tactics, of him teasing her, but that smile quickly went away when the thoughts of Bethany kicking his in the forbidden area, and he kneeled over in pain. Oh the joys of growing up, and learning lessons the hard way. As his eyes were still locked on Bethany, he couldn't help but notice how nicely she grew up.
He finally looked away, not wanting to be a creep, and well, staring intently at the person you were talking to definitely fell into that category. He looked around, watching all the people giving them looks for standing in the way, but he didn't care. It wasn't everyday that fate stepped in, especially when he thought to himself early that he was going to open his heart to someone, and why not have someone from your past be that person, since you've known of them since you first started school. He looked at Bethany as someone he could grow to love, and he'd figure that he'd better start looking now, then, since he was twenty-five. Love was a scary thing to Micah. He wasn't always sure about being able to express himself and open up to someone, but he was willing to at least make some sort of effort, especially since he just lost the person he loved the most. He's had his share of relationships that didn't work out, but he has never said to someone the "L" word, besides family, and with his recent success in life, he'd hope to change that, and moving to New Haven definitely had opened that window of opportunity. With his determination, and passion, he'd knew he was quite capable of reeling someone in. It was just hard to show his softer side to someone, and let someone in, and he knew that, but he had the patience, and the fight to show someone that he truly cared for, and if that was what it took, he'd do it. He was stubborn like that, and wouldn't back down without a fight, it was who he was, and who he will remain to be to the end of his days. He just had to be capable of showing the person what he was made of, and what he had to prove.
Cooking was always a passion for Micah, he loved the aromas, and the compliments he received when he mentioned that he made something from scratch. Although it wasn't classified as a manly job, Micah didn't care, he was doing something that he loved, and was able to show people what he could make. After obtaining his culinary degree at Johnson & Wales University, then finishing his Business Management at Brown University, Micah didn't want to stay in the town where he'd spend his whole life. He felt like he needed a change of pace in life, and it was either now, or never, so he got up and moved to New Haven. Although it wasn't a big big move, he was still accomplished at the fact that he was able to not be tied down in Providence. He was starting to zone out, then glanced back at her. "Oh, I live here now. I just moved here about a month ago. I needed to get out of Providence, it's too lonely there." He decided not to mention of his new investment. It's not that he wasn't ashamed of it, he just didn't want people to know that he's the owner of the new restaurant, especially since he wasn't quite sure what to make of it, well, besides make food. He wanted to have at least some kind of trend, or tradition within his restaurant, and have people come back, savoring the homemade flavors he worked so hard to achieve. He loved to see the smiles of the people while they had the first bite of his dishes, but right now, he was perfectly content with the smile of the girl right in front of him. He looked at Bethany, and smile, totally forgetting that she attended Yale University. "So, how's school going for you, Bethy? You're in your final year, aren't ya?" He watched her closely, remembering their childhood tactics, of him teasing her, but that smile quickly went away when the thoughts of Bethany kicking his in the forbidden area, and he kneeled over in pain. Oh the joys of growing up, and learning lessons the hard way. As his eyes were still locked on Bethany, he couldn't help but notice how nicely she grew up.
He finally looked away, not wanting to be a creep, and well, staring intently at the person you were talking to definitely fell into that category. He looked around, watching all the people giving them looks for standing in the way, but he didn't care. It wasn't everyday that fate stepped in, especially when he thought to himself early that he was going to open his heart to someone, and why not have someone from your past be that person, since you've known of them since you first started school. He looked at Bethany as someone he could grow to love, and he'd figure that he'd better start looking now, then, since he was twenty-five. Love was a scary thing to Micah. He wasn't always sure about being able to express himself and open up to someone, but he was willing to at least make some sort of effort, especially since he just lost the person he loved the most. He's had his share of relationships that didn't work out, but he has never said to someone the "L" word, besides family, and with his recent success in life, he'd hope to change that, and moving to New Haven definitely had opened that window of opportunity. With his determination, and passion, he'd knew he was quite capable of reeling someone in. It was just hard to show his softer side to someone, and let someone in, and he knew that, but he had the patience, and the fight to show someone that he truly cared for, and if that was what it took, he'd do it. He was stubborn like that, and wouldn't back down without a fight, it was who he was, and who he will remain to be to the end of his days. He just had to be capable of showing the person what he was made of, and what he had to prove.
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