Post by DRACO ABRAXAS MALFOY on Feb 24, 2012 22:42:04 GMT
draco abraxas malfoy
THE SCARS OF YOUR LOVE
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full name: draco abraxas malfoy
nicknames: ferret, that blonde git, etc. if you're calling him by something other than his given name, it's probably not a positive thing.
birthday: june fifth nineteen-eighty
age: spelled out in letters
house: slytherin
blood status: purest of the pure
face claim: ryan gosling
WE COULD HAVE HAD IT ALL
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likes: sweets, fire whiskey, his lineage, complex spellwork, potions, horseback riding, fine wine, ballroom dancing, museums, artwork, reading, old books, sleeping, control, schedules, family, knowledge, importance, stargazing, brunch, buffets, summertime, apple cider, buffalo wings, curries, exotic foods, vacationing, french, german, the ocean, large cities.
dislikes: ignorance, muggles, mudbloods, wintergreen, snow, dirty hands, sand/mud on his feet, poorness, grubby food, pubs, children, students, yellow, puppies, poverty, dandelions, constraints, jealousy, sweat, butterscotch, beer, bangers and mash, gelatin, winter, stickiness, being ignored, feeling out of the loop, moths, woods, small spaces, herbology, divination, oafs, dunderheads.
strengths: ambitious, clever, calculated.
weaknesses: vain, vengeful, perfectionist.
veritaserum: he never wanted to become a death eater and felt as though he would never be able to kill a person in cold blood. another secret of draco's is that he is terrible when it comes to arithmancy -- this is a sore spot, since hermione always beat him on tests and things, and because of this he plays it off as though he was bored and couldn't pay attention.
dementor: draco's worst memory is most likely when he was forced to try and kill dumbledore. he often has nightmares concerning that night, and how he failed his family in the fact that he couldn't force himself to kill the wizard -- one of his biggest secrets, his inability to kill in cold blood, revealed to those in the inner circle of voldemort.
patronus: his best memory is getting the news that his mother and father were not going to be put to death for his apparent failure with dumbledore. since the man was killed, albeit by snape and not he, voldemort chose to spare lucius and narcissa. draco held a stony face when receiving the news, graciously thanked his lord for granting him that, and then went home to hug his mother and father and assure himself that they were real. that night, when he was alone, he cried in the shower for two hours with relief.
his patronus takes the shape of a large eagle.
sexuality & relationship status: heterosexual. married.
I HEARD ONE ON YOU
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father: lucius malfoy, 60's, retired.
mother: narcissa malfoy, 60's, retired.
siblings: --
others: astoria malfoy, wife. scorpius malfoy, son.
overall history:
Draco was born to two incredibly wealthy parents in a mansion in Wiltshire, but this much you must already know about him. His life, to muggles, might have seem like something out of Pride and Prejudice -- days filled with learning how to ride horses, hunting with hounds out in the field with his father, and going to magnificent balls and dances. Draco was taught etiquette as well as many different types of math and sciences which he would need in order to stay on top of everybody else at Hogwarts. He was given the best clothing, the best tutors, and two loving parents who wanted to see him succeed in the world. All in all, his childhood was wonderful, and Draco often looks upon it fondly, hoping that his children will feel the same way when they are his age.
While his life was extravagant and full of love, there were definitely dark spots. His parents indoctrinated him into the muggle-hating world of Pureblood supremely early on, making sure to drill into his mind that Purebloods, especially those of his caliber, were superior to all other beings. Draco found himself enraptured by the tales they would spin of the great Dark Lord, and how he would have liberated them had it not been for a certain Boy Who Lived. Draco found himself obsessed with the idea of Purebloods reigning supreme once more, and, with his constant lust to please his father, took to the beliefs like a duck to water.
He headed to Hogwarts as a young boy with the mission of making friends with the young Harry Potter. This was forced on him by his Aunt Bellatrix, a woman who he did not see often, usually once or twice a year, but who he had great respect for. Though obviously unstable, the woman had suffered immensely in Azkaban, and Draco felt pity for her. He knew that it could only help the Purebloods case if he befriended Potter, so he decided to do his best to do so. He was rejected, though, and a deep hatred planted itself in his breast because of it. Draco was not used to people saying no to him -- he wasn't used to having to accept the fact that he wasn't going to get his way.
And so everyone's favorite rivalry began.
Draco spent the next few years doing his very best to best Potter and the other two members of the Golden Trio. He was always one step behind them -- with Granger, in the classroom, where she was the only one with grades higher than his; with Weasley, on the Quidditch Pitch, where no fancy tutor or expensive broom could give him such talent; and with Potter, on popularity, as everyone wanted to befriend the boy with the lightening scar. Draco found himself constantly humbled by them, and his anger grew yearly because of it. He did not like others besting him, in any way. And there seemed to be nothing he could do about it.
Until, of course, the Dark Lord made his reappearance.
Draco was rejoicing in a ballroom wtih his parents and the rest of the Death Eaters, awaiting their Lord's arrival, his hair slicked back, his sneer wide and cruel, and his eyes sharp. When the man made his entrance, Draco bowed to the floor with the rest of them, anxious to join their ranks and receive his Dark Mark. However, he did not realize that having the tattoo placed upon his arm would also cause the near death of his parents and a lot of epiphanies to occur within himself. It was painful, more painful than anything he knew, when the Dark Wizard gripped his arm and dragged his wand across it. Draco refused to scream -- in fact, it was talked about often after that how long he held out without making any noise. But, as all did, he gave in and shrieked in agony. Toppling to the floor after, covered in sweat and blood from biting his own lip until it bled, the boy passed out.
He awoke the next day in his bed, the Dark Lord requesting his audiance. Draco, eager to please, threw on proper clothing and flooed over to the place where the man was staying. When he was given his assignment, however, the boy couldn't believe what he was hearing.
Kill Dumbledore, or be the reason of your parents deaths.
Of course, Voldemort couldn't risk killing Draco himself -- oh no, he needed the Pureblood lines to continue, and Draco was great breeding stock. However, his parents had done their duty and would not produce anymore children. And so it fell on Draco's shoulders, this heavy task, which he knew he could not complete. Draco realized something that day, and it struck him to his core -- he was no killer, and he could not kill Dumbledore in cold blood. When he said this to his mother, begging her for any help she could give -- any potion to make him into a killer, or a spell that would give him courage in the moment, she apparated to none other than Severus Snape, with Bella in toe.
The next year went by in what seems a blur to Draco now. He failed in killing Dumbledore, though he made many valiant attempts, and was in the end saved by Snape. Draco was in shock for the next year after that as well, and doesn't remember much of it, either. He did what he had to in order to survive, though, and does not regret any of it. He just wished he could have realized many things sooner, without having to pay such prices for the knowledge. After the war, he got married to Astoria Greengrass, a beautiful girl two years younger than he. He found her to be attractive and polite enough, enjoying the fact that she was so docile. What he had for her wasn't love, but companionship. Because of this, however, it took him longer than it should have to bed her. They did not join on their wedding night, instead he waited. She was scared, and rightfully so. Finally, under pressure from both sets of parents, the couple consummated the marriage and within the next year Scorpius was born.
Draco loved his son, and still does. He raised him in just the way that he himself was raised. The only difference was when one fatal year his son suffered a magical attack of sorts and fell deaf because of it. Draco forced himself to learn sign language, teaching it to his wife and their servants as well as the house elves. He would not allow his son losing his hearing to effect the family to the point of not being able to communicate. Draco spends countless hours trying to find a cure, and will stop at nothing to bring his son's hearing back. Draco also, beyond being the CEO of Malfoy Enterprises which has it's hand in many industries around the world, decided to take up a job as the Potions Master of Hogwarts. Being the owner of the company has proved to be ... Well, boring. Most of the business is taken care of and he hardly has a hand in keeping it going. Advisors, lawyers, and the Board of trustees are able to handle the day-to-day running of things, and he only has once a month meetings to keep up with. Being the Potions Master at Hogwarts allowed him to keep a close eye on his son, and make sure that his education was progressing as planned despite of his ... shortcomings.
YOUR GOING TO WISH
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name/alias: serpentina.
gender: female.
age: eighteen.
contact: message me here.
how you found us: i found you from The Greater Good.
other characters: --
experience: about ten years, haha. since i was around eight. i started early :P
role play sample:
Her alarm clock hadn't gone off. Of course, if this were any other day, Eva would not have been half as panicked as she was at the moment. Realizing she had overslept, the woman leaped out of bed and bounded over to her closet, before realizing that she'd already lain out her outfit for the day last night. Turning on heel, she darted towards her dresser, slipping and face planting right onto the wooden floor. Now, this was not an ideal way to begin such an important day to start with, but now she had to also lose her graceful dancer ways? Honestly, anything out of place could happen from this point on, and Eva wouldn't have questioned it a bit. She carefully lifted herself up, checking quickly for injury and assessing that, no, she hadn't killed herself in her haste. Yet. Her knees hurt enough that she had to walk gingerly over to where she'd put her outfit, taking care not to strain herself as she slipped into the jeans, pulled on the shirt, and threw on her jewelry. Hair? What was that? She didn't have the time. With a flick of her wand the messy locks straightened themselves out slightly and started weaving two braids along either side of her hair, meeting up and braiding together down the back. Good enough.
Next, make up and such. She quickly waved her wand again and felt her mouth freshen up -- it wasn't the ideal way to clean your teeth, but it would work for now. Once she'd applied the foundation, smudged lipstick across her lips, swiped on mascara, brushed some quick eyeshadow on and penciled the eyeliner, Eva judged herself ready. Looking at her clock, she winced. She was ten minutes late already. Swearing sharply, she pushed into the heels she'd picked out, threw on her coat, and grabbed her bag. Eva had no time for breakfast, and absolutely no time to think about using the facilities, which sucked. She always woke up having to pee in the worst way -- she really needed to stop drinking so much before bedtime. Flinging herself into the fireplace and throwing down the magical powder of transportation that she loved so much, Eva called out her destination and was soon standing in the fireplace of another building.
about two hours later ...
Brooding over what would probably end up as the loss of a job opportunity, the woman trudged down the road, kicking at a random stone every now and then. She hadn't been the only one late -- apparently there had been some mix ups in the owl post and others had first gone to another place for their appointment. Eva, following their lead, said that she had also been mixed up. However, spilling coffee all over her would-be employer had probably slimmed down her chances quite a bit. Also, being a well dressed, young, attractive blond while the woman she was being interviewed by was at best an old hag who was hopeless in love, Eva knew prejudice would most likely win over. It wasn't fair, but it was life. Sometimes being pretty was a drag. She looked up and found herself at The Leaky Cauldron, smiling despite herself. Perhaps a warm Butterbeer and conversation with a stranger could take her mind off of things. And a Cauldron Cake or two, of course. You couldn't leave out those!
The bell rang when she pushed her way in, slinking towards the bar, hips swaying and feet perfectly placed. Sometimes a girl just needed to have some fun, and so what if she was being overtly sexual? Her brother wasn't around to stop her, and her parents weren't there to scold her. It had been a long time since she'd gone out for the sake of it and flirted openly with people. Every now and then, you needed to just let loose and have fun, and Eva was certainly in the mood for it after the day she had experienced. Honestly, put her in a tutu and she could give people goosebumps, wow a crowd into silence. But off stage? She was like a train wreck. You knew it was going to end horribly and you wanted to stop looking, but you just couldn't tear your eyes away. The blond slid into a seat at the bar, smiling at the barkeeper and asking him for a Butterbeer -- the adult version, of course. With a wink he said he'd be right back with one and turned to begin making it. Looking at her nails, Eva surveyed the room, looking for somebody to start a conversation with. Anybody.
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