Post by lexi on Dec 28, 2010 3:38:54 GMT -5
DRACO|MALFOY
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He looks like a cool drink of water
But he’s candy-coated misery
He’s the devil in disguise
A snake with blue eye
But he’s candy-coated misery
He’s the devil in disguise
A snake with blue eye
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[/size]IT’S A LIE SHE’S BEEN CARRING AROUND
IT’S THE LIE THAT WILL BRING HER DOWN
[/font][/size]IT’S THE LIE THAT WILL BRING HER DOWN
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[/size]Name: Draco Malfoy
Nickname: Malfoy
Age/Birthday: 15, June 5th
Gender: male
Orientation: straight
Blood Status: pureblooded to the core
Affiliation: death eaters
Year/House: 5th year, Slytherin
Occupation (adults): student
Wand: 10”, hawthorn, unicorn hair
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[/size]TAKES PRIDE IN APPEARANCE
AND THE JOB IN HAND
[/size]AND THE JOB IN HAND
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[/size]Eyes: grey
Hair: white blond
Height: 6 feet,
Weight: 160 lbs
Distinguishing Features(if any):[/b] pale, pointed face; cold, grey eyes;
Play-by: tom felton <3
Overall appearance: Most would say Draco shares many of the same physical characteristics Lucius has. They definitely share the same white blond hair; however, Draco’s isn’t quite as long. Draco’s hair barely covers his eyebrows, and is usually slightly untidy. His cold grey eyes can shoot daggered glares towards anyone with the capability of stabbing a person with his obvious dislike for them. His skin, almost porcelain, is incredibly pale and many would agree that the young man is in desperate need of a tan.
Draco’s body is rather tall and he’s always had quite a lean figure. Despite his narrow body shape, one shouldn’t let that fool them! His skinniness allows for speed, which is another reason for him being Slytherin’s seeker in qudditch. He, due to wealth and blood status, walks around proudly, strutting about like a proud peacock. His stance allows for one to assume that the only thing flowing through his veins is arrogance.
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[/size]IT’S THE SIMPLE FLAW
THE MIND FORGETS TO LOOK FOR
[/size]THE MIND FORGETS TO LOOK FOR
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[/size]Erised: having his father’s affection and respect; he would love to be able to prove to Lucius that he is capable of completing any given task (relating to the death eaters)
Patronus: A cobra; when Draco had been sent a letter stating that he had been given the duty of being the male Slytherin prefect, the look on his father’s face was priceless. When Lucius proudly embraced Draco, he had never felt that much adoration from the man he looked up to most.
Boggart: death; it’s simple really, and at the same time adds on to his haughtiness. Draco loves himself quite too much, and dying, in his opinion, would be such a waste considering he sees himself as intelligent and dashing.
Dementor:watching the dark lord, who was barely alive and had been feeding on unicorn blood, rise from the unicorn’s carcass in the forbidden forest during his first year. He had no idea what the creature was, and had never been so terrified in his life.
Amortentia: – vanilla
-old books
- freshly cut grass
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[/size]THE PIECE YOU DIDN’T SEE
AND THE PIECE YOU DIDN’T FIGHT FOR
[/size]AND THE PIECE YOU DIDN’T FIGHT FOR
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[/size]Likes: –himself
-Money
-those who are purebred
-dark magic
-quidditch
-power
-popularity; being known
-attention
-women
-sex
Dislikes: –harry potter
-herbology
-albus dumebledore
-the blood traitors in his family
-muggles; halfbloods
-the weasley family; red hair
-hippogriffs
Strengths: –dark magic
-persuasive
-sly/cunning
-sex
-women
Weaknesses: –his father
-a coward
- disrespectful
-women
Overall Personality: Draco is, in general, an arrogant, snide, elitist bully. He believes himself to be superior to most people because of his family being purebred as well as great wealth and social standing. He often derisively mocks Muggle-borns, so-called blood traitors, Gryffindor students, and anyone who is a supporter of Harry Potter or Albus Dumbledore. He frequently calls Hermione Granger a “Mudblood”, disrespects the memories of the late Lily Potter and Cedric Diggory, and invented the demeaning song ‘Weasley is Our King’ in an attempt to humiliate Ron Weasley.
Draco looks at his father, an aristocratic snob and Death Eater, as a role model, and frequently boasts about his family's influence and wealth. However, when threatened with physical violence he is no more than a complete coward. He cried when Hermione put her wand to him, ran off after being hit, and only fights back after a person has turned their backs to him. Draco believes that he is la crème de la crème: the best of the best and struts around the school proudly. He is not someone most would want as an enemy considering he goes out of his way to irritate that person and disturb their peace.
He, usually, is a rather serious person. However, his weakness, and probably the only thing capable of causing him to melt, are women. He has a knack for moving from girl to girl, and having a serious relationship has never been something he has been fond towards. He would much rather prefer to screw around with different girls. He doesn't see it as something negative, but instead, the opposite; he is able to give multiple women the gift of having him in bed.
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[/size]IT’S THE CRACKING OF THE GLASS
THE HAUNTING OF YOUR PAST
[/size]THE HAUNTING OF YOUR PAST
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[/size]Family: Narcissa Malfoy (mother), Lucius Malfoy (father), Delinda Malfoy (sister) Druella Rosier (grandmother), Abraxas Malfoy (grandfather),Brutus Malfoy (unknown; many generations ago) Bellatrix Lestrange (aunt), Rudolphus Lestrange (uncle), Andromeda Tonks (aunt), Ted Tonks (uncle), Nymphadora Tonks (cousin), Sirius & Regulus Black (cousins).
Pets: eagle owl
Residence: the Malfoy Manor
History: The Malfoy family is one of the few remaining pure-blood wizarding clans in the wizarding world, and among the wealthiest. The anti-Muggle editor Brutus Malfoy is their ancestor. Lucius Malfoy was a Death Eater during both wizard wars, and remains one today. He had married Narcissa Black and together they had had one daughter, Delinda, and two years later, one son, Draco. The Malfoys are related to the Black family through Narcissa (a first cousin of Sirius Black), which makes Draco a nephew of both Bellatrix Lestrange and Andromeda Tonks. Draco is also Nymphadora Tonks' first cousin through their mothers. Three of Draco's grandparents are identified: Abraxas Malfoy, Cygnus Black, and Druella Rosier. Draco is, therefore, the scion of two old magical families. The Malfoy’s home, the Malfoy Manor, is an elegant mansion located in the western English county of Wiltshire. They were served by Dobby the house elf until the end of Draco’s second year at Hogwarts.
The Malfoys are respected in the Wizarding world mainly from Lucius' influence with Hogwarts and the Ministry of Magic, gained mostly from his monetary donations to the Ministry and St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, as well as from his post on the Hogwarts board of governors. Despite maintaining a respectable, but false, image, some in the Wizarding world are aware that the Malfoys were devoted to Voldemort and the Dark Arts. Draco constantly uses his elite status and his father's name and influence to gain advantages and to threaten others. Lucius is also known to have used bribery and threats.
Draco and his older sister have a normal brother/sister relationship; they argue quite a bit, seeing as Draco has the constant need to prove himself right. However, unlike most siblings, he doesn’t go out of his way to bother her and sees that his time is much more valuable to waste on such childish things. Nonetheless, it doesn’t take away from his love towards her, not that he would admit it. He is two years younger, but he is incredibly protective over her. He knows rumors of him sleeping with uncountable females have spread (not that he minds – he likes attention) and have proven true, and he owes her considering she hasn’t told Narcissa anything. They are quite the team, when they put their bickering aside, and to be completely honest, the one person he loves and cares most for is his older sister.
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[/size]YOU TOOK YOUR EYES UP OFF THE GAME
YOU’VE GOT NO ONE LEFT TO BLAME
[/size]YOU’VE GOT NO ONE LEFT TO BLAME
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[/size]Name/Alias: Lexi (:
Age: 15
Roleplay Experience: five years
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Roleplay Sample:
The fact that the Malfoy family detested those who weren’t purebred had been public knowledge for many years. The reason was complicated, but the concept was simple; anyone whose blood status was tainted by a muggle was considered below them. There was no ladder of half bloods having a higher degree of respect than muggle borns. They were both regarded as disgusting and the Malfoy’s refused to involve and interact with those outside the blood type circle. Naturally, Scorpius had been raised to believe the same thing and had been taught, as severe as it was, that those different than him in this particular matter didn’t even deserve to live. His parents had informed him on the intentions of the late Dark Lord and how he had planned to kill those who weren’t pureblooded, and it had occurred to Scorpius that perhaps this wasn’t such a bad idea. The only problem he saw in the idea was the inbreeding; he had been offered, one more than one occasion, marriage requests from females he later discovered were somehow related to him, despite how distantly related he was to them. He found that idea revolting, and had made sure his parents turned down those offers. But being raised by Malfoy’s would, no doubt, result in him having a certain dislike towards people who weren’t pureblooded. Often, however, he spoke to and became fond of people whose blood status he had yet to be aware of, like the woman in front of him.
She was rather pretty, and despite the fact that she looked slightly older than her, her plump lips and the freckles scattered across her nose allowed for a somewhat innocent appearance. And atop this, something seemed different about her in comparison to the females Scorpius usually surrounded himself with. He pondered for a moment, and after a minute, came to a conclusion. She seemed intelligent, like she was capable of using her smarts to get her out of sticky situations and allow for things to work in her favor. That made sense, seeing as the women Scorpius were mostly fond of were those who he classified as good fucks, and those girls were usually as brilliant as a rock. And, the more he thought about it, she seemed familiar. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but he assumed that he had gone to school with her. Obviously, she would have been in a few years above him, but Scorpius had taken the liberty of admiring all the women that were worth it who attended Hogwarts, despite their age.
It had made sense that people Scorpius had never even met would be entering his house the night he had thrown the party. Word was capable of spreading like wildfire, and it wasn’t difficult to assume that because Scorpius lived in a mansion, his wealth opened doors to a variety of liquor. And really, all most teens were interested in was having fun and getting drunk. Atop this, Scorp had always been a popular guy, not only because his family was loaded or pureblooded, but because of the way he carried himself. Scorpius strutted about like an all too proud peacock, smirking deviously as if he had tricked life into going exactly the way he wanted. And for the most part, the spoiled young man was capable of having what he wanted, when he wanted. However, the past week had taken a toll and Scorpius’ usual happiness had drifted away like a boat quickly moving away from the shore. Life was perturbing considering instead of spending the Christmas break visiting friends, getting drunk, and fucking around, he was volunteering. And he had never volunteered a day in his life! His family had donated money and did this often, but mostly for publicity; Scorpius knew his father liked having his name printed in the papers. Frankly, Scorpius wasn’t enjoying spending his precious time helping others, and while many found it blissful, he found it irritating.
Scorpius chuckled at her first comment, smiling softly. To be truthful, it felt good to actually be having a real conversation with somebody, even though she was a stranger. The last actual conversation he had had, not including the orders he had been given all week, was with his parents after they had barged in on him that afternoon after his party. They had questioned him consistently, trying to figure out if he needed to attend consoling again. A few months ago, his parents had hired him a therapist and had assumed that he had Satyriasis. He had proven the therapist wrong, and had instead, tried his hardest to act angelically in an attempt to convince his therapist that he had been cured. And after a month, his parents had believed so and no longer saw the need for him to go to therapy. However, they didn’t seem convinced when they had walked in on him.
Shrugging his shoulders at her next comment, Scorpius continued to clean the small cuts on her cheek. “I’m actually not a doctor, I’m just volunteering here. To be honest, it’s punishment for throwing a party a few nights ago.” He half smiled, repressing a laugh seeing as he didn’t want to ruin it by telling her that the real reason he was being punished was because his father had walked in on him getting head from an easy girl, while another merrily slept beside him. No, he found it easier to twist the story slightly. And, truly, Scorpius was surprised with himself for talking so much. He usually didn’t like talking to people he didn’t know, and seeing his negative mood as a result from punishment, he was even more staggered. “I’m Scorpius Malfoy, by the way.” Sadly, he wasn’t incapable of having his last statement sound rather supercilious. He was much too proud of who he was, and he couldn’t help the haughty smirk that began to play at his lips as he introduced himself.
She was rather pretty, and despite the fact that she looked slightly older than her, her plump lips and the freckles scattered across her nose allowed for a somewhat innocent appearance. And atop this, something seemed different about her in comparison to the females Scorpius usually surrounded himself with. He pondered for a moment, and after a minute, came to a conclusion. She seemed intelligent, like she was capable of using her smarts to get her out of sticky situations and allow for things to work in her favor. That made sense, seeing as the women Scorpius were mostly fond of were those who he classified as good fucks, and those girls were usually as brilliant as a rock. And, the more he thought about it, she seemed familiar. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but he assumed that he had gone to school with her. Obviously, she would have been in a few years above him, but Scorpius had taken the liberty of admiring all the women that were worth it who attended Hogwarts, despite their age.
It had made sense that people Scorpius had never even met would be entering his house the night he had thrown the party. Word was capable of spreading like wildfire, and it wasn’t difficult to assume that because Scorpius lived in a mansion, his wealth opened doors to a variety of liquor. And really, all most teens were interested in was having fun and getting drunk. Atop this, Scorp had always been a popular guy, not only because his family was loaded or pureblooded, but because of the way he carried himself. Scorpius strutted about like an all too proud peacock, smirking deviously as if he had tricked life into going exactly the way he wanted. And for the most part, the spoiled young man was capable of having what he wanted, when he wanted. However, the past week had taken a toll and Scorpius’ usual happiness had drifted away like a boat quickly moving away from the shore. Life was perturbing considering instead of spending the Christmas break visiting friends, getting drunk, and fucking around, he was volunteering. And he had never volunteered a day in his life! His family had donated money and did this often, but mostly for publicity; Scorpius knew his father liked having his name printed in the papers. Frankly, Scorpius wasn’t enjoying spending his precious time helping others, and while many found it blissful, he found it irritating.
Scorpius chuckled at her first comment, smiling softly. To be truthful, it felt good to actually be having a real conversation with somebody, even though she was a stranger. The last actual conversation he had had, not including the orders he had been given all week, was with his parents after they had barged in on him that afternoon after his party. They had questioned him consistently, trying to figure out if he needed to attend consoling again. A few months ago, his parents had hired him a therapist and had assumed that he had Satyriasis. He had proven the therapist wrong, and had instead, tried his hardest to act angelically in an attempt to convince his therapist that he had been cured. And after a month, his parents had believed so and no longer saw the need for him to go to therapy. However, they didn’t seem convinced when they had walked in on him.
Shrugging his shoulders at her next comment, Scorpius continued to clean the small cuts on her cheek. “I’m actually not a doctor, I’m just volunteering here. To be honest, it’s punishment for throwing a party a few nights ago.” He half smiled, repressing a laugh seeing as he didn’t want to ruin it by telling her that the real reason he was being punished was because his father had walked in on him getting head from an easy girl, while another merrily slept beside him. No, he found it easier to twist the story slightly. And, truly, Scorpius was surprised with himself for talking so much. He usually didn’t like talking to people he didn’t know, and seeing his negative mood as a result from punishment, he was even more staggered. “I’m Scorpius Malfoy, by the way.” Sadly, he wasn’t incapable of having his last statement sound rather supercilious. He was much too proud of who he was, and he couldn’t help the haughty smirk that began to play at his lips as he introduced himself.
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