Post by scorpius hyperion malfoy on Feb 19, 2012 20:10:32 GMT
scorpius hyperion
malfoy
THE SCARS OF YOUR LOVE
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full name:"my name is scorpius hyperion malfoy. my first name is a typical constellation name, a tradition passed down the noble lines of malfoy and black. my second name, however, is highly irritating (though its amusing an older boy has the same thing). when i asked dad how he got it once he merely winced and replied with; "never try to argue with a female, post birth, who's high on pain medication, son." if i'm honest with myself, i never want to know what he really meant by that."
nicknames:"well for the people who have a fondness for shortening names, scorp. blondie is one as well, as well as the less pleasant squirt due to my height and malfoy, mostly said in a horribly little snide voice. my close friends though, few as they may be, call me scorpie."
birthday:"much to my displeasure each and every year, i was born on february the fourteenth. someone must have been playing a great big cosmic joke, no?"
age:"i, like the other members of my year, am sixteen."
house:"while the sorting hat took a fair while to choose between ravenclaw and slytherin, it eventually settled for the latter."
blood status:"pure... come on, you know my surname. surely this should be obvious."
face claim:"people have sometimes mentioned i look like some muggle named luke worrall. personally... i'm not entirely sure. do i really look that pretty?"
WE COULD HAVE HAD IT ALL
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likes:"what do i like... reading is one of my main hobbies, i guess, both fiction and non-fiction. and the tactical skill required for chess is always engaging. an atypical like of mine compared to many of my house is to be alone - i dislike being around people who can't communicate with me by sign language, simply due to the irritation which arises in such situations. high grades could be included as a like, perhaps? i enjoy written proof that being unable to hear and unwilling to talk doesn't make me an idiot. out of my subjects, my favourite has to be potions something that has been nurtured by my beloved mother and my dad alike. and what else... actually, i quite enjoy painting and taking photographs. being able to take delight in something i can see is special. and my favourite food... well i do have a strange weakness for golden syrup sponge pudding. the house elves in my family manor simply cannot be beat in regards to that."
dislikes:"pity. i did not even have to think about that one - i utterly loathe it when other people have the silly idea that i need pity simply because i can't hear. i don't want to be pitied and don't like to be coddled by anyone other than my mother. being treated like i'm an idiot is also something that i cannot stand. in class i loathe failure, or any grade below an A at a push. oddly enough, people seem to think that just because i can't hear it means that i don't know when they are insulting me or my family. i can lip read, you know. insults are another thing i dislike, but something i have learnt to ignore as best as possible when in regards to my family. people who resort to such levels are idiots, pure and simple. i have no fondness for sports either - party because i know that i can't safely play the only real one at this school, and also because i dislike large crowds. sports turn out to be just a place to sort out petty rivallries in any case... which are, again, something i dislike. i see no reason to pick on other people and don't see why other's do the same... of course, i'm not entirely bigotted. i still have little fondess for muggles and muggleborns, but that's expected. the thing is, i don't hate them. i simply don't have anything to do with them. they've never done anything for me other than provide me with a way to communicate, after all."
strengths:"well, i'm ambitious, a typical slytherin trait. my ambition works due to a high capability to focus and avoid unwanted distractions (though my apparent weakness of not being able to hear might also have something to do with that). my ambition also ties in with my determination as well - i will be successful. i will succeed in school, pass NEWTs with Os as i did my OWLs and proof that being able to hear does not make people better than people who can't."
weaknesses:"alas, my greatest weakness in the eyes of others is something that is also incredibly well known to others - the fact that i am completely and utterly deaf. my hearing was lost when i was five, and while i can talk, i suppose another weakness would be my unwillingness to do so. why would i wish to talk when i know my voice to be achingly loud and out of place, even if i can't hear it? other weaknesses... my pride makes me so goal orientated i end up ignoring all else, i suppose... and my reclusive nature is considered by the laws of slytherin house to be a weakness. i hold no power over my house maters, but then again, i am not directly scorned. whether that should be included here i'm not entirely sure."
veritaserum:"as much as i have tried to stop myself, i can't help but hope for a cure to my disability. i shouldn't, because broken and foolish hope hurts, my dad warned me about that, but he hasn't given up on money and time looking yet. i can't ignore that. and another secret would be my sexuality. i would not be able to bear it if my family loathed the fact that i've looked at one male for every female. they've never mentioned their views on such a thing... but it's frightening, none-the-less."
dementor:"my worst memory is not one that people might expect. i think i was about four... but before the 'incident'. and it was quite simply, being able to hear. it shouldn't be frightening, but the onslaught of sounds after so long in silence is just that... and mainly because of that irritating longing i feel to be able to experience that again. longing for the impossible is not a clever move."
patronus:"my best memory was my first full conversation i managed to have with my mother and my dad, without any mistakes from anyone - when i was six and all in sign language. the smiles on their faces and the pride in their eyes is such a happy thing to recall. and the shape my patronus would be, and i am ashamed to say, a scorpion. while the term 'silent but deadly' does molify me slightly, it just appears to be another part of the cosmic joke being played on me."
sexuality & relationship status:"i will have to call it bisexual... but it's not a known fact. and i'm single and likely to remain so."
I HEARD ONE ON YOU
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father:"my father is a name that you have no doubt heard from your own parents. draco malfoy, son of lucius and narcissa, and most well known for the events he was caught up in when he was my own age, all of which beyond his control. while i may not react to anything said about him, don't underestimate how close i am to my dad. he was the person to brave the muggle world of sign language when i was a child just to help me."
mother:"astoria malfoy, once greengrass. a few years younger than my father, but a heiress to quite a family, the greengrass accounts were added to the malfoy's when they bonded... and yet despite being outwardly a cold aristocrat, my mother is special. people don't understand the truth behind families like mind; they think us to be cold and image obsessed. we aren't. not at all, not really... although, admittedly, my mother may be slightly."
siblings:"none. not in hogwarts and not outside. i'm an only child and as far as i am aware, will always be an only child."
others:"there is an extended family on both sides of my family tree; on my mother's side the greengrasses and the notts, on my father's the malfoy's, the blacks, the lestranges by marriage and even some relation to the ones considered blood traitors - the names of tonks and lupin and weasley. but what do you expect? pureblood families all tie into one another in some way. all i need are my direct relations, however."
overall history:"what is a history? really? if i had the time i could detail you such a long thing, page after page of births and marriages and deaths, of conflicts and contests, of loyalty and love... of family. the ancient lines of malfoy and black have been able to be traced back to the time of the founders and then even further into the past; the purest of wizarding blood that is descended from the very earth on which we now walk. ancient magic runs through our veins, has always done, and judging by our traditions and rituals, will always do. but i don't suppose your interested in that, are you? no. if you were there are plenty of grimmoires you could open at your leisure, as long as you have no fear of losing a finger or too to a curse of darkness and destruction, of course.
"my personal histories begins two years before my birth, when the arranged marriage between draco abraxas malfoy and astoria cassiopa greengrass was finally achieved. it was a splendid day, if the photographs are anything to go by; the low opinion of the malfoy family at the time meant nothing when the depth of the now combined bank vaults were considered. i was concieved an almost worrying length of time later, but nine months after that my mother said i was the best valentines my dad could ever have given her. please. even hearing it from her when i could still hear gave me the urge to vomit. for the first five years of live, i was the same as every other pureblood noble, brought up in one of my dad's families offshore estates - a large villa in the south of spain occasionally, or a chateuax in the north of france. i know now that the idea of living abroad was to miss most of the chaos and bad looks our family was getting back home, but at the time... it was like a holiday. i enjoyed it quite a bit. when i was five, however... the 'incident' occured.
"i don't have a memory of that incident, but what i have learnt of it is thus; an ear infection, thought to be nothing, was actually something more magic in nature, and when my family moved back to the colder climate of england long after the symptoms died down, the magic of my native land seemed to consider the magic of the land from which that infection had been born as an 'alien invasion' to use the technical words, and so attempted to destroy it. what resulted was an extended stay in saint mungos with healers trying to save my life, before my parents were given the ultimatum of saving my magic or saving my hearing, where the infection was routed. they chose the former. and i don't blame them, you know. imagine being a squib.
"the years after that were slightly... difficult. i was a child, who was suddenly left being unable to hear a thing; trapped in the world of silence without being able to understand why. you must understand that it was frightening, incredibly so, and my parents were probably racked with the guilt of having to choose this for their child. we visited numerous specialists, i'm aware of that, only to hear the same thing, that my hearing would not be able to be restored. it was my dad who came up with the idea of sign language... no, who took it upon himself to learn it from an old muggle friendly associate of his, and then to teach it to me and my mother.
"it was fairly easy to pick up.
"leaving for hogwarts wasn't easy, but i'd grown used to it by that point. i could lip read as fast as others could hear, and sign easily enough, and there was always parchment to write upon. i'm not going to pretend that i was a completely social bug though - would you be? i doubt it. my main focus was on my studies and on doing well.... and well, take a look at my OWL results. i think 'pretty well' is something of an underestimate. and now it's sixth year. one year after this left. i'm not counting down the days, you know, i don't hate it here. on some occasions it can really be quite entertaining."
YOUR GOING TO WISH
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name/alias: nyx
gender: guess?
age: 17, nearly 18
contact: pm me for YIM... xD
how you found us: clicked on a wonderfully pretty advert and lurked for a while before giving in and joining.
other characters: nadda
experience: five plus years.
role play sample: not scorpius, but i've never been on a post-potter site, so this is one from the last tio-era site i was one, and my usual sample for hp applications. if i need to write one from scratch, just let me know =)It was just a shame that he couldn’t flash the badge at the irritating littlies who had decided to come over and giggle near him, for though he was a prefect, that was far too tame a deed to actually contemplate around Hufflepuffs. Little girlies, giggling over...well, perhaps over him, which was rather sweet in an annoying kind of way (and terrifyingly familiar to that stupid fan club in second year, which though he had adored at the time, had become the epitome of evil after that horrible valentine’s day), but their voices were high pitched and grating on his nerves. When he had heard that the Ancient Runes classroom was open for private studying...he had taken it to mean the serious students.
The earliest runic inscriptions date from around 150 AD, according to muggle historic records. Evidence hidden beneath layers of ancient shielding chars (earlier, more primeval versions of the protego charm, nothing stronger), however, has shown that...
There was a pause in the giggling, a moment of blessed relief save for the scratching of his quill of the parchment...until curiosity got the better of him and he turned his head upwards to glance in the direction the sound had been coming from. Only for his silver eyes to be met with the wide eyed gazes of three midgets, all of whom quickly spun around to face their table again to explode into giggles in relative privacy.
A growl escaped the lips of the Malfoy heir, and eyes narrowed into slits, flashing dangerously. Stupid children...He groaned, rubbing his temples with his fingertips in an attempt to relieve the pressure once more building behind his eyes...and then gave up, on impulse getting to his feet instead and moving away from his table, robes swirling around his feet and strutting over to the table of gigglers instead.
"While I am absolutely flattered by the appreciative attention you appear to insist on bestowing upon me," he purred, voice weaving around the ice that was clear in his words to swarm around the little girlies who had shrunk back into their seats on his approach. "I am sure that even moronic little filth creatures like you have something better to do with your time other than giggle and irritate me. You're voices are worse than chalk on a blackboard...But if you were trying to get my attention, well done, you've succeeded. Not the type you were hoping for, I bet, but you're all ugly little things, aren't you? Now...going to say anymore? Giggle anymore? No. I think you should leave before I find myself unable to resist the urge to hex your legs together and string you up by your underwear. Happy?"
He had no idea how old they were, neither did he much care. Irritating little children, weak and pointless...one was even looking as though she was about to cry. Pitiful. But, finally. Honestly, was a bit of peace and quiet too much to ask in this godforsaken hell that masqueraded as a school? The powers that be should be glad, for crying out loud, that Draco Malfoy was actually designating some of his precious and extremely valuable time to study a subject in which he knew he was already far, far ahead of the lectures his year received. The books at the manor had been extensive, on the subject of runes, considering the fact that most dark magic spells and curses had to be translated from such runes. It was like Arithmancy and Potions, a subject he had been studying since he could remember. Spending his own time on it when he didn't need to was a gift, and yet irritating little children still insisted on wasting up his air by irritating him.
It was frankly unbelievable.
They didn't move though. Oh, one was starting to weep silently, glistening tears pooling in her eyes before crashing over down her cheeks, shrinking back in her chair, but that just roused some sort of sadistic pleasure in the slytherin. Strong people did not cry. Weak, pathetic people cried. Malfoy's don't cry. He, for example, hadn't spilt tears since he was five.
He was also frankly pleased at the fact that they made no sound and did not move, merely cowered before him...until another voice interrupted that blissful silence. A bleating little voice, one which once more prodded at the ache behind his eyes, but one which sent the little ones running with soft words and false kindness. A gryffindor then, most likely. Draco felt like growling, but that would be undignified. So he just turned elegantly, looking down at the rather short girl who had taken it upon herself to actually come over to him with her prefect badge on show to...tell him off. He wasn’t surprised though – she was wearing a red and gold striped tie...but thankfully wasn’t Granger. He didn’t much want to be slapped again.
What was it with Gryffindors and their do-good insistence of bleating at him. Hufflepusses and Ravendorks never had to (and he completely blamed Crabbe for those names, ones gained in a moment of surprising clarity in first year from the hulking boy); no, they just went about their own business. Gryffindor's never seemed to have their own business, just everyone else’s. It was quite sickening, and irritating, and annoying, and plenty other words all ending in ‘ing’.
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