Post by scorpiusmalfoy on May 8, 2011 15:02:52 GMT
scorpius hyperion malfoy
SIXTEEN - SLYTHERIN - PUREBLOOD - AARON BRUCKNER
THE SCARS OF YOUR LOVE
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a man of contradiction
Contradictory: Scorpius as a person is contradictory by nature in many aspects. Quite often the devil’s advocate and most opinionated person in the room, he sees no qualm in stating his beliefs and shutting down the rebuttals of others with singularly-lined quips. But aside from his general personality to contradict whomever or whatever displeases him, by birth he’s been contradictory in actual personality traits. To some, this could be seen as paradoxal at times, or merely odd, but somehow, in some way, he’s managed to portray seemingly opposite traits, sometimes in the same breath. He’s a walking, living, breathing paradox that one should stray from - in stating this it will become easier to find the realism in the fantastical opposites found in Scorpius.
Passionate and Driven: It could not be denied that the boy has aspirations and the drive to execute them. This passion controls, if not overwhelms, his entire life, giving him the edge over the mediocre or undecided. Once his mind is set, he pursues and is hard to turn down or away. This drive makes him more than annoying at times, if not more unbearable than his personality alone. Even as he has faced defeats and losses as much as successes, he always strives for perfection. Obsession, too, is another traitorous quality he finds difficult to overcome, as the ardor of want is poisonous; and yet he drinks from it’s decanter as if it was a curative to his woes.
Ambitious and Manipulative: Ambition greatly ties with his superfluous amount of fervor. In small doses it is deemed praise-worthy, if not enviable quality by most, but what he does for the cause of sating his own desires brings forth the horrible, yet honed trait of manipulation. The word on it’s own makes one think of deviousness and deceit, but for Scorpius it is a tool, and one that he uses often. From the outside looking in, he is resourceful and cunning enough to be a politician or some grand public speaker, but due to the circumstances of the war, his biggest talents are going mostly unused.
Introverted Socialite: Here is one of the many big contradictions known to Scorpius’s person. He was born wealthy and privileged and as such knows how to speak and speak well. Still, an air of thoughtful quietness overwhelms his aura, even when in a crowded room. What is on his mind is almost never painted on his face before a mass of people, and he does get by in saying the most concise phrases that get to the point and yet does not seem clipped by most ears. Cutting down to the contemplative side of Scorpius is a mean trick to any who want to try, as his front is hard to slip through, and probably less pleasing than his outward façade. But it cannot be denied that something is furrowed deep within the surface, something that is itching to come forth.
Jealous and ‘Mean’: It can not be helped, just as people breathe, Scorpius is, by general standards, ‘mean’. Sarcasm is one of his main tools of conversation, matched with his sharp and thought-out opinions, one would have to have a tough skin to survive a conversation with him. Jealousy is another trait that plagues him, though this is one trait he wished he did not have. It is part of his whole obsessively addictive ways, what he doesn’t have he wants, and is envious of any who have what he craves. While not up front with this vice, it certainly molds how he treats people in a social situation, and has gotten him into plenty of trouble in his school days.
Quirky and Stoic: No one is without their oddities, as it is what makes them human, Scorpius is surprisingly no exception. Many of his quirks include his contradicting personality, his eating habits, sensitivity to his surroundings (a surprise, seeing as he comes off as brash and narrowly-minded). He adores very peculiar things like classical music, water, and nature, despite being an obviously civilized and societal character. These likes and quirks are hidden, however, by a stoic air, comparable to the Hellenistic, marble sculptures of Gods and deities that are such a cornerstone in Italian history. These holier-than-thou airs are also not very well received.
Extremist and Underhanded: Unsurprisingly (in recognition to all the above stated traits), Scorpius is rather extreme in whatever he does, always. He is neither flippant, fair-weathered, nor passive in aspects pertaining to his true self. This perpetually large quality stays in the shade, however, as his front gives off nothing else but indifference or carelessness. What he wants, needs, and desires stays inside, which would ultimately make him an underhanded fake and a liar of sorts. He does not formulate an opposing exterior for the sake of protection or fear, but rather self-preservation and the strange affection he has towards secrets.
Athletic and Competitive: For such a driven and persevering person, of course he uses these traits to fuel acts of physical exertion. He loves sports as winning, pushing himself to the brink, and sculpting his figure are all things he admires and strives for. Competition, of course, is one of the things that keeps him breathing so imperiously, and so long as there is a challenge, he shall pursue, as one of his fervent dislikes is boredom or the mundane.
Poised and Wanton: Collected. Sharp. Put together. All these words and phrases could describe him adequately. He always likes control, and henceforth exudes that very air, even though it comes off as arrogant. He never reveals too much in his words or visage, but always says just enough for the sake of intrigue and mystery, just as his noble upbringing has dictated. Even so, he manages to get away with whatever he wants whenever he wants, having a serious disregard for authority, rules, or societal principles (though the juicy details of those endeavors will remain a pleasant secret). How he manages to be so collected and yet a wreck-loose is a wonder in itself, but if anyone could pull it off, it would be Scorpius Malfoy.
Emotionally Void: He does not trust, nor is he a particularly trustworthy. He doesn’t fully relinquish himself to anyone without a great amount of respect and esteem for the person, which is hard to come by, seeing as he is a rather repulsive person. He remains a stoic passerby on the stage of life, remaining more to himself than seeking friendship, companionship, or love. There are few traits that are admirable, at least not from a basic level. He remains recluse and mostly to himself, hollowed to a shell, or as Shakespeare wrote: ‘a man of wax’; molded by his past, present, and prospects of what is to come.
malfoy, a history
“Oh, he looks just like his father.”
He’s been hearing that phrase since he took his first breath, and they weren’t lying either. They also foretold that he will always have a big head, though in time (thankfully), not literally. It was in those moments between being born and getting cleaned up that the last and only connection between he and his mother was cut off at his navel. After that, she was just another character cooing at him in the background. Now most children have blue eyes when they are born and take to their actual hues within the weeks, months, and years. It was the same for the Malfoy son. When he had finally opened his very large, round eyes, they were a magnificent, magnetic blue color, not exactly the same color as his father’s nearly translucent gray color, but nevertheless, Draco did not seem upset to finally having a son to carry the name. Born just in time for the month of the Scorpio, Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy was born on the 24th of October.
Life was rather hectic at Malfoy Manor with the little inheritor in their midst. Nannies and Astoria all tried to keep up, but he was indeed a handful. From the cradle, Scorpius adored attention. Whenever friends of the family came over he cooed and giggled as their entertainment, and when left alone too long, he would take a vow of silence for attention. For a while he was confined to the baby room, but it just got too small by the time he was two.
By then he could walk and constantly loved to prove it. White blonde, wavy pieces of hair sat on top of his head, bountiful and thick. He enjoyed being outside immensely and would often go wandering over the green grounds or go with his father through the mazes of their massive gardens. It was there that he learned his first word. His eyes were then dulling to a soft, but deep gray, more like his father’s, but of a richer hue. It was during the late summer that he watched a frog leap into a small, man-made pond in the gardens did he croak ‘frog’ (pronounced ‘fwog’) quite loudly. Not exactly the cutest word to resound. Nevertheless, everyone had a hay day about that for a while, laughing and applauding every time little Scorpius said ‘frog’ much like a real croak of an amphibian.
Now getting older, it was true to say that he suffered the case of ‘terrible twos’ until he was five. He had an immense amount of energy and Scorpius caused havoc. Not to say he was purposely a heathen, though that seemed to be the case. In fact he was just curious, vigorous, and adventurous all at once, not to mention completely hyper all the time. Accidents happen, but he was indeed something entertaining to watch and follow after rather than constantly discipline. It was quite early in life when Scorpius wanted to take a stab at flying (mostly without a broom) and his father or the nearest maid had to step in, therefore only left a few incidents of bruised faces (not mentioning the great presents of broom equipment by age seven). Despite his alluring nature, he didn’t make friends well. In fact, he became a little monster when set with people who he wasn’t related to or instinctively didn't like. There were the exceptions, but other than that, he either caused mischief by himself, or he toddled around his family.
Getting older, and after more cases of ‘falling’ out of windows (thankfully with brooms now), it was time to broaden his space further, seeing as he knew every nook, cranny, and hole in his house and all outdoors. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry seemed like the next place to go. In this transitional period Scorpius was taught the values of his forefathers, the concepts of tradition and pride instilled in his mind and relished upon forever. Grandpa Lucius - who was publicly losing his sharpness with age - taught Scorpius much about a 'dieing era' and 'the last of the purebloods' - not exactly the warmest bedtime stories; in fact, they were actually quite frightening to think about. Scorpius mentally devoted himself to the cause of keeping the rich and bountiful history of witches and wizards alive, not mentioning his desire to keep the secret society under wraps from the wasteful and superfluous muggle world. All these developed values were brought with him to Hogwarts.
During that year he was completely and utterly alone. Very few remember this point in time acutely in Scorpiuss life, but when first coming into Hogwarts, many saw him as a 'loner'. He was constantly doing singular activities, assuredly keeping people (strangers in his eyes) away and didn’t make any friends. Many actually thought him really weird because his eyes seemed far too big for his face, not also mentioning his lips which were extremely full, especially for a male. Besides, he also had an obsession with Papaya juice and chocolate that nobody seemed to understand. All his quirks that were understood, even well-received at home were solidified as weirdness with Scorpius's strange aura of foreboding soberness, a trait not common in an eleven year old. Many thought that the Malfoy son would lead the life of a loner - an outcast. Oh, how wrong they were.
By his second and third year he was one of the tallest of his year. He grew up into a lanky form, though his face seemed to grow and blend a bit better together with the help of hormones. It was his personality that attracted the most attention, however, because after first year jitters, he grew a taste for defiance, which was well heard in class the simplest, quiet words and visionary expressions. After a few detentions with the same old people, you start up conversations, and from there, people to talk to outside the detention room. By the end of his third year he also filled out substantially due to quidditch, which also helped a bit with his notarization.
While he was quite a commodity for the quidditch pitch, Scorpius realized that he wanted power over the small glory gained by the athletes of the school. Scorpius buckled down, put his knowledge and nose in the right places and earned himself a spot as prefect in his fifth year. Though the call of the pitch seemed great, he found the influence and power he had over the school a much better mistress. He wanted to be the best at everything Hogwarts could provide, scholastically, athletically, and politically. The Malfoy name may have been tarnished after the second wizarding war, but Scorpius made earnest effort in improving the name.
YOUR GOING TO WISH
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name/alias: Tristan
gender: male
age: 20
contact: pm and ask nicely before you add me on msn
how you found us: advertisement on marauders site
other characters: none
experience: forever - 8 years
role play sample:Scorpius has never purchased store-bought potions. It was a mortal sin to use impotent ingredients and water-downed tonics as opposed to a fresh, simmering potion created by his own hand. No matter how busy his schedule, if he had to make a potion for sore muscles or sprains, he went out of his way to collect the necessary ingredients. A lot of the time he had the ingredients stocked in his own home, but on this occasion he needed to go out and get a rarer ingredient. Today, he went to Hogsmeade. Scorpius took a rather long walk up a rural path to talk to a citizen who lived on the outskirts of Hogsmeade. It was something that felt normal for Scorpius. Being outdoors, pursuing his hobbies and interests, a first glimpse of what it was like to find balance.
And to think, Scorpius had very little to do with the matter of content or happiness. In fact, the only control he seemed to have over his life was this afternoon, walking in the crisp, damp air while contently digging his quidditch boots into the mud to gain traction on the Scottish hills. It just felt more home like. The Malfoy Manor didn't really feel so homey at the moment. While Scorpius had control over his marginally lovely day, his family, reputation, and ambitions had control over everything else. He didn't have to worry about women, he was going to marry Evangeline Montague -- unless dear mum has a more scandalous scheme up her sleeve. Astoria already wrenched a young couple apart in order to 'win' the prize of betrothing a Montague to a Malfoy. During this forced courtship, Scorpius was to come play for a British team so he could get more access to British higher-ups. His daily schedule dealt with sports journalists and photographers so he couldn't exactly be gallivanting about doing whatever he wanted. Image; how devastatingly important. Everything was in line, he just had to go the path without hesitation. That would be the small issue, he wasn't completely content with the image of his predetermined life.
Walks like the one he enjoyed today led him to better clarity to the situations ahead. The sun has now fallen, however, a few faint ribbons of pink and gold rippled across the sky. Scorpius decided to make camp at the Three Broomsticks. It was a place to be appreciated for he was well away from most cosmopolitan company, in a country that spoke his native language, and the place was not very populated. Marvelous. Scorpius had decided to remain for the night, taking a room upstairs and enjoying the warmth and civility on the main floor. Going home was as simple as saying 'pop', but Scorpius didn't want to go home -- it didn't feel so much like home.
Many couples and groups had come after work -- a crowd not typically seen by the adolescent eyes at Hogwarts. Some music was floating on the air, but more so chatter and laughter from all corners. The evening was still young, and Scorpius was certain the Three Broomsticks was not going to be quiet for a while.
Dressed in the quidditch boots he had changed into for practice earlier today he also wore sturdy, wooly trousers with a shirt and heavy sweater worthy of Scotland's damp and fog. He was also showered and combed, however, if his more rustic look would be one to surprise. Outside the practice fields Scorpius had to look composed and professional. You just never knew when someone of esteem could catch you with wind-blown hair and mud on your teeth. But otherwise, Scorpius wasn't anticipating much. He had ordered some fish and chips along with a pint of butterbeer for the sake of nostalgia. For a half a second Scorpius felt like he should be sitting down with friends and catching up on the past week's trials. It has been years since Scorpius felt that sort of attachment to friends. He wasn't sure right now if he still had friends. He hasn't spoken to anyone in a while. Sure, he was back in Britain, but who gave a shit?
No matter, Scorpius was to enjoy his hot meal, the semblance of being around people, and a room to sleep at tonight to avoid his mother's plans. Anything else could be a surprise twist.
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