Post by DRACO LUCIUS MALFOY on Sept 30, 2010 2:20:45 GMT -5
Draco Lucius Malfoy
get ready for a wild ride
better take your time baby
get back to the basics.
Nickname: Dragon, Malfoy, Slytherin Prince
Age: 16, 5th June
Nationality: English
Gender: male
Sexuality: Straight.
Status: Single
Studen or adult: student
Face Claim: Tom Felton
Extra Appearence&&Blood Status: pureblood, still claims he has the dark mark though its disappeared
make a good impression
Personality is Key
[draco] Likes
At least 5
- his new power
- being rid of the dark mark
- being pureblood
- quidditch
- Power/influence
- money/wealth
- the dark arts
- getting his way
- the colours green and silver
[draco] Dislikes
at least 5
- the golden trio
- insults
- the hatred for his powers (though he believes he can make people fear him even more)
- the dark lord (secretly, cant have anyone finding out that or that his mark is gone)
- hippogriffs
- rats
- raspberries
- being ordered around
Goals
At least 3
- graduate hogwarts
- see the fall of the dark lord (secretly)
- to get a job with a professional quidditch team
Fears
At least 3
- failure
- dying
- not finding someone to love him the way he is, flaws and all
Secrets
at least 2
- wants more than anything for the death of the dark lord
- feels sorry for those in the same prediciment as him that had to move to the slytherin dorms.
Strengths
At least 3
- strong willed
- very good in Occulemcy thanks to his aunt
- is well diversed in the dark arts
- his wealth
- he's a strong wizard and duelist
- his power
Weaknesses
At least 3
- being a coward towards physical violence, though thats changing now he has his power
- over protective for close friends and family
- girls
- chocolate
- divination
- fear for himself
- he can be extremely stubborn
Quirks
At least 3
- glaring
- smirking
- giving people the cold shoulder treatment
Attractions
At least 3
- has to be pureblood
- power
- wealth
Overall Personality
Please list at least 5 personality traits and explain how they would be seen in your character
- cunning: draco is cunning as he is able to come up with ways in hurting others and given them the cold treatment. He's still keeping the fear in everyone by saying he still has the dark mark
- strong willed: he's not one to let others weaken his mind and often shut his own mind off before they get a chance to challange his strong willed personality
- arrogant: all malfoys have a bit of arrogance in him. He was raised on it and knows nothing else, often comes out with insults and snide remarks at others.
- intelligent: he can usually put two and two together with very little information
- influencial: being from a wealthy pureblooded family, many of the slytherins tend to look up at him which he uses to get them to do his dirty work
keep moving foreward
history shapes our future.
Place of Residence: Malfoy Manor
Birthplace: Wiltshire, England
Father's Name:Lucius Malfoy
Mother's Name: Narcissa Malfoy nee Black
Siblings: n/a
History:Draco Abraxas Malfoy was born to the wealthy pureblood Malfoy family on the 5th June. As a child his was spoilt by his mother and his father was a little harsh on him, teaching him the ways of being a Malfoy heir. Though he was harsh on Draco, he always looked up at Lucius as a role model. As a child, he usually got just about everything he wanted.
At aged 11, he got his acceptance letter to Hogwarts. Though his father wanted him to go to Durmstrang, his persistant mother won in the end and Draco went to Hogwarts. He knew which house he was going to be put in and the hat, barely touched his head when he heard he was placed in Slytherin. During his school years, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley continuously aggrivated him and his hatred for those 3 grew. His wished for nothing more than to see the 3 Gryffindor's expelled form Hogwarts.
He was forced by his father to obtain the dark mark at the age of 16, just before the start of his sixth year. His own father by this time was in Azkaban with many other death eaters. What made things worse was that Voldemort had decided to use his home as his head quarters which made it rather impossible to avoid him. He now stays at Hogwarts during the school holidays, often owling his mother telling her that he was still trying to find a way on completing the mission.
However on the 13th of November, exactly at 7pm, his life changed along with the others. He felt an ache in his stomach, he had thought he was simply hungry, the pain intensified to the point he was doubled over in his seat. That was when he found out he had the power of metal. Where the dark mark was was the worst pain and when he snuck a look he noticed the mark gone, a silver glow in place for a moment before disappearing. Now he finds himself having to share the slytherin common room and dorm with the other elementals.
better have looks or brains
everything else is trivial.
Roleplay Sample:
The blonde Slytherin made his way down to breakfast slowly, why oh why did the school have to have breakfast early on the weekends. Pulling a piece of toast onto his plate, he heard the screeching of owls, but didn’t bother looking up. Food, he wanted food oh and coffee. Those in his house knew not to annoy Scorpius before he had his morning coffee, however owls were another thing. A small brown and white school owl landed down in front of him, missing his beloved coffee pot by a mere centimetre.
"Damn lucky feather ball," he muttered, quickly untying the note it had stuck to its leg. Gray eyes glanced at the folded note when the owl screeched, obviously wanting a treat. Who would have thought owls were so demanding. Reaching over the table he picked a small bit of bacon from one of the plates in the middle, throwing it at the bird before it could start pecking him. It flew off, leaving him with his letter. It was short, telling him that Maxxie had something planned for tonight, just the two of them. Looking up, his eyes scanned the Gryffindor table; damn his boyfriend was nowhere to be found. He looked back at the note, an address was written down but he paid no attention to it, not just yet.
Once he had a mug of delicious, yet slightly bitter coffee he figured he'd get what assignments he had been assigned done. Sure it was a Hogsmeade weekend but he didn’t really have a need to go, his sweets pile was still large enough to last until the next trip, unless he snuck out of the castle, not to mention his boyfriend was nowhere to be seen. Studying, he hated it, wished it would do itself. Though technically it was, his quill was a self writing one, an expensive present he had gotten from his parents last Christmas, just what he needed, not.
He was surprised that the day went quick and that his assignments were actually finished for once with a few days left to spare, usually he'd be up the night before they were due, pulling an all nighter just to get them done and at least half descent. Stretching his arms above his head, he decided to make the most of an almost empty dorm and take a quick shower.
Scorpius glanced down at the address that Maxxie had given him, somewhere in Hogsmeade. He glanced around, no that wasn’t it, just a little further and then he spotted it, Madam Puddifoot's.
"Oh hell no, you have to be kidding me," he hissed, making a nearby witch look at him. He shot the famous Malfoy glare back at her, wrapping the black robe around him tighter, blocking out the cold. He stopped at the shop front, remembering how Savannah had once tried to get him in there, it didn’t work and he got his way by walking off towards the Three Broomsticks. He had heard stories about this place. Full of pink, pink and dare say more pink. Ugh not a colour that suited the young Malfoy. He had half a mind to turn back around and head back to the castle, his mind already thinking of an explanation as to why he didn’t show, a headache, stuck in the hospital wing, or even better, he got stuck with overlooking detention. Scorpius turned and took a few steps back the way he came before stopping. Maxxie was trying so why shouldn’t he, at least it was after hours. Turning he took those few steps back towards the shops.
Scorp paced outside for a few minutes, a war raging in his mind. Lose dignity and be with Maxxie, or go back to Hogwarts and make an excuse for not showing. He sighed running a hand through his blonde hair, ruffling it even more. He turned, this time heading straight to the door, a hand on the handle. As he opened the door, he shut his eyes, afraid to be surrounded by the sheer pinkness of the building. Maxxie owed him big time; then again maybe he should have asked where he planned to take him.
Hearing the door shut behind him, his head turned to the tinkering of the bell before walking into something hard. His hands shot out, just a chair. He took a deep breath, forcing his eyes to open, prepared to be blinded and yet what he saw was far from what he expected. Red and green, a definite improvement from the pink. Looking down he saw the single table with the candle. Another sigh escaped his lips as he slowly shook his head; this was certainly not what he expected, and at the same time, he wasn’t happy being in this place either.
"Damn lucky feather ball," he muttered, quickly untying the note it had stuck to its leg. Gray eyes glanced at the folded note when the owl screeched, obviously wanting a treat. Who would have thought owls were so demanding. Reaching over the table he picked a small bit of bacon from one of the plates in the middle, throwing it at the bird before it could start pecking him. It flew off, leaving him with his letter. It was short, telling him that Maxxie had something planned for tonight, just the two of them. Looking up, his eyes scanned the Gryffindor table; damn his boyfriend was nowhere to be found. He looked back at the note, an address was written down but he paid no attention to it, not just yet.
Once he had a mug of delicious, yet slightly bitter coffee he figured he'd get what assignments he had been assigned done. Sure it was a Hogsmeade weekend but he didn’t really have a need to go, his sweets pile was still large enough to last until the next trip, unless he snuck out of the castle, not to mention his boyfriend was nowhere to be seen. Studying, he hated it, wished it would do itself. Though technically it was, his quill was a self writing one, an expensive present he had gotten from his parents last Christmas, just what he needed, not.
He was surprised that the day went quick and that his assignments were actually finished for once with a few days left to spare, usually he'd be up the night before they were due, pulling an all nighter just to get them done and at least half descent. Stretching his arms above his head, he decided to make the most of an almost empty dorm and take a quick shower.
Scorpius glanced down at the address that Maxxie had given him, somewhere in Hogsmeade. He glanced around, no that wasn’t it, just a little further and then he spotted it, Madam Puddifoot's.
"Oh hell no, you have to be kidding me," he hissed, making a nearby witch look at him. He shot the famous Malfoy glare back at her, wrapping the black robe around him tighter, blocking out the cold. He stopped at the shop front, remembering how Savannah had once tried to get him in there, it didn’t work and he got his way by walking off towards the Three Broomsticks. He had heard stories about this place. Full of pink, pink and dare say more pink. Ugh not a colour that suited the young Malfoy. He had half a mind to turn back around and head back to the castle, his mind already thinking of an explanation as to why he didn’t show, a headache, stuck in the hospital wing, or even better, he got stuck with overlooking detention. Scorpius turned and took a few steps back the way he came before stopping. Maxxie was trying so why shouldn’t he, at least it was after hours. Turning he took those few steps back towards the shops.
Scorp paced outside for a few minutes, a war raging in his mind. Lose dignity and be with Maxxie, or go back to Hogwarts and make an excuse for not showing. He sighed running a hand through his blonde hair, ruffling it even more. He turned, this time heading straight to the door, a hand on the handle. As he opened the door, he shut his eyes, afraid to be surrounded by the sheer pinkness of the building. Maxxie owed him big time; then again maybe he should have asked where he planned to take him.
Hearing the door shut behind him, his head turned to the tinkering of the bell before walking into something hard. His hands shot out, just a chair. He took a deep breath, forcing his eyes to open, prepared to be blinded and yet what he saw was far from what he expected. Red and green, a definite improvement from the pink. Looking down he saw the single table with the candle. Another sigh escaped his lips as he slowly shook his head; this was certainly not what he expected, and at the same time, he wasn’t happy being in this place either.
Quote: adminedit
