Post by Draco Malfoy on Apr 29, 2008 22:01:15 GMT -1
Personal
Name:: Luke
RP Experience:: about two, maybe three years.
Other Characters on the site:: N/A
How often you can login in (and post):: I’ll likely be on about every other day, for a couple hours each time.
Basic Character Info
Name:: Draco Malfoy
Nickname/s:: Drakie-Poo (only by Pansy… should anyone else call him that, he’s been practicing his hexes)
Age & Birthday:: 17, June 5th, 1980
Blood Status:: Pure. It isn’t as though he’d settle for anything less.
Member Grounp:: Hogwarts Student/Death Eater
Education Level:: 7th year
House:: Slytherin
Current Events:: He’d just recently gotten the Dark Mark branded onto his forearm, so he’s spending his time trying to please his new Master, along with his parents. Though, in his free time, a good picking on some Gryffindors is in order.
Background
Family::
Narcissa Malfoy – Mother
Lucius Malfoy -- Father
Rodolphus Lestrange – Uncle
Bellatrix Lestrange - Aunt
Damian Lestrange – Cousin
Demeter Lestrange -- Cousin
History::
Draco was born on an unusually cold day for June to the Malfoy household, and immediately, he learned the rules he’d have to abide by. Nothing involving him drastically, of course, but more how he should view the world. In fact, he distinctly remembers learning that anyone less than pureblood was entirely worthless and should not be spoken to, unless to insult, before he’d actually learned to speak. Other rules of the house, like how he should refrain from showing emotions (as they were signs of weakness) and how he should only associate himself with other of the Dark Lord’s followers, came later.
But, despite the strict set of morals forced on him at a young age, he soon realized that his family was ultimately rich, and used that to his advantage, resulting in him being spoiled beyond imagination. Whatever he wanted that money could buy, he received, no questions asked. As long as the item was magical, of course, but it wasn’t as though he was interested in anything else.
He was accepted into Hogwarts at age 11, as was every student, and there was no doubt in his mind that he was going to be placed into Slytherin. By his parents’ orders, he attempted to befriend the famous Harry Potter in his first year, only to be turned down, much to his dislike. And, ever since then, the two have been mortal enemies.
The years progressed normally, with him passing each year with decent grades, and all was typical until his sixth year. His father had since been locked in Azkaban for attempting to steal the prophecy (the entire family had been disgraced when he failed), and the Dark Lord called for Draco to replace his father as a Death Eater. Though a bit uneasy at the prospect, he agreed (after all, what else could he do? He wasn’t willing to die), and so, the dark mark was burned onto his skin. This year, he attempted to kill Albus Dumbledore, but proved to be unable, which he explained as “circumstances beyond his control.” Nevertheless, he was tortured nearly to death for the failure.
But, despite this, he was allowed to return to Hogwarts the next year, and now searches for every opportunity to murder the man who’d caused him so much pain, despite the fact that the orders to do so have been given to another.
Personality::
Draco is the pure definition of Slytherin, which explains his title, ‘The Slytherin Prince.’ He’s cunning and ambitious, willing to work hours on end for a task assigned to him, but only if it benefits him personally. He holds no one close to his heart, apart from a select few—namely his cousins, Damian and Demeter Lestrange, and from time to time, Pansy Parkinson. However, even they don’t usually see any emotion from him, just because he’d been taught to hide his thoughts and feelings well. In fact, he’d even been taught Occlumency from his aunt Bellatrix.
However, despite the fact that his number one concern is himself, he’s recently shown a side to his personality that is normally kept hidden. He’s grown rather attached to his cousins (particularly Demeter), and watches over them like a hawk, acting as an older brother, despite the fact that they’re the same age. If anyone hurts or insults them, he makes it his personal duty to find and hex them, no matter who they are.
In his seven years at Hogwarts, Draco has grown a reputation as a player, and likes to play this side of him up a bit. He spends whatever free time he has (after bullying a younger Slytherin or Ravenclaw to finish his homework for him) flirting with Slytherin girls, just because he can. In fact, this practiced art has been nearly perfected, so that he prides himself on being able to ‘get’ any girl he likes, and arrogance is accompanied with this.
He, of course, has it set in his mind that only purebloods are fit to live, and makes it clear to everyone around him. Whether voicing it aloud, or just taunting anyone who he knows comes from Muggle parents, he likes to make his opinions on the matter known. He’s often rather blunt and sarcastic in this sense, and thrives if people cheer him on, which results in more brutal insults.
Likes::
-The Dark Arts
-The Dark Lord (not that he has a choice)
-Getting his way
-Flirting
-Pureblood Slytherins
-Quidditch
Dislikes::
-First years, even Slytherin ones
-Professors
-Harry Pothead and the Golden Trio
-Anyone less than pureblood (Mudbloods)
-Weak people
Appearance
Description::
Draco is what everyone calls attractive, and uses that to his advantage. He’s a bit taller than average, standing at about 6’0, and while he’s thin, he’s hardly lanky, with just enough muscle to make sure of that. He has a pale complexion and, with it, very pale blonde hair, which falls just above his ears when not slicked back from his forehead, which happens more often lately. He has pale blue eyes with a piercing stare, and is often found with a scowl or a sneer on his face, apart from when flirting, when the look is replaced by a smirk.
He dresses casually, usually always in his school uniform, even during the weekends. Though, even in classes (those he could get away with it in, at least), he wears his tie extremely loose, keeps his shirt untucked, and refuses to button it all the way up to his neck. And, despite whatever heat there is, he refuses to roll up his sleeves when not in the common room, simply because he doesn't want people seeing the Dark Mark branded onto his forearm. Just yet, atleast.
Picture::
Celebrity:: Tom Felton
RP Example
Draco’s eyes flew open, and his heart rate was rather faster than normal as he sat bolt-right up in his bed, trying to calm his breathing. It had just been a nightmare; he often had them, and they were always the same, involving him being tortured, and finally, killed. Thankfully, he always woke up before he was actually murdered, but that didn’t stop his body from panicking, just as it was now. He glanced over at the watch next to his bed: 11:43. He’d missed his first two lessons—History of Magic and Potions—but, he didn’t pay much attention to the fact. Binns never took attendance and wouldn’t have realized if he hadn’t attended the class at all, and Snape would surely let the skive slip under the radar.
So, he took his time stretching and getting changed, his infamous smirk on his face, before walking down to the common room, where a couple of first years sat, struggling to finish what looked like a Charms essay. How annoying. What were they even doing there? His stomach growled, as if on cue, and it was only then that he realized it was lunch time. Letting the first years continue in their panic with only a roll of his eyes, he pushed past them and made his way down to the Great Hall.
By the time he’d burst through the doors, it was noisy and crowded, as was always the case during meal times. He produced a rude hand gesture as he passed the Gryffindor table, directed towards the Weasley who had looked up, but otherwise paid no attention towards anyone not at the Slytherin table. He made a bee-line for it, and sat down in his usual seat, just nodding once towards the people who called out greetings to him. As he began piling food on his plate, however, he took the opportunity to glance around, his gaze calculating. Who would he get to fall for him today?
