Post by dracomalfoy on Dec 7, 2011 14:13:09 GMT -5
DRACO • LUCIUS • MALFOY
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NICKNAMES: none (that he knows of or will answer to)
GENDER: Male
AGE/D.O.B: 15/ June 5th, 1980
HOUSE: Slytherin
OCCUPATION: n/a
BLOOD STATUS: Pure
LOCATION: Hogwarts
ABILTIES: Being better than you.
ALLIANCE: Death Eaters/Voldemort
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HAIR: Short, sleek, white-blonde
EYES: Cold, judgemental, gray
BODY AND HEIGHT: Thin, 5'9", pale
DISTINCT MARKINGS: Dark Mark on his inner left forearm
CLOTHING/STYLE: Draco prefers suits more than anything. He's a three-piece suit sort of fellow. Jackets, ties, and pressed slacks are his usual clothes. Black is his color, but dashes of green and silver are seen here and there. At school, he wears his robes - Slytherin - like anyone else. At home, he wears dress robes, though he feels a little stuffy in them. He thinks it makes him look too much like his father. He has no piercings and is never seen wearing that awful "guy-liner" stuff either. Muggle lovers, psh.
ANYTHING ELSE: He is always seen wearing his Malfoy family crest ring on his right ring finger. It is gold and antique; his father gave it to him when he received his Mark.
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DISLIKES: Mudbloods, being dirty, Weasley (since Potter isn't around to hate anymore), Death Eater meetings, white chocolate, physical/Muggle fighting
STRENGTHS: Charismatic, Doesn't mind taking charge/Being the Leader, Quick-witted, Totally loyal to his family
WEAKNESSES: Mama's Boy, Lets his father solve his problems for him, Extreme paranoia of injury (scabs are gross)
PRIORITIES: Being well-dressed at all times, Not letting anyone find his "sketchbook of shame", Figuring a way out of his current situation
BOGGART: Shaming his family, Being killed by Lord Voldemort, Stuck forever living the way his father wants and never doing anything he really wants
ERISED: Moving to Paris and becoming a fashion designer (and having his father approve of it and not kill him from shame)
VERITASERUM: I really don’t want to be a Death Eater
PATRONUS: ferret; first time Father took me to the Ministry just to show me off to his colleagues
PENSIEVE: receiving the Dark Mark
PERSONALITY OVERVIEW: Draco leads two lives - the one everyone knows about, and the one he must always keep secret. For as long as he can remember, Draco has lived this way. His outward self is arrogant, prideful, supportive of the Dark Lord, and unashamed by it. That isn't who Draco really is. Though, he does support the ideals of pure-bloodist, he's never really had that burning desire to kill a mudblood or a muggle. They aren't hurting him, so he'd rather just stay separate and be done with this whole war. However, that isn't how wars end - on the whim on fifteen year old boys. He knows he's in this for the long haul, and he hates himself for it. He loves his family, more than anything, and they wish him to be a Death Eater, and so he is. It's as simple as that. Though, he wishes he could just ran away sometimes, and stop living a lie.
The real Draco just wants to live his life - get a job, get married, have some kids. No wars or death needed. He has no vendetta against anyone, and finds it exhausting - emotionally and physically - to pretend each and every day. There's so much pressure to be perfect - the perfect son, the perfect Death Eater, the perfect student. Draco feels pressed in on from every side. He feels suffocated. Pretending to be something you aren't sounds fun at first, but he finds himself thinking about throwing himself off the Astronomy Tower more often that not. Reduced to tears and self-loathing, Draco spends alot more time alone, just to be able to relax for a few moments without all that false bravado and sass. He knows, someday, it has to get better, but, for now, he is one severely depressed little Slytherin.
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MOTHER: Narcissa Malfoy
SIBLINGS: None
OTHER FAMILY: The Blacks (Bellatrix, mostly)
SOCIO-ECONOMIC STATUS: Rich… Oh, so deliciously rich. Eat your heart out, Weasel-bee.
HISTORY OVERVIEW: Draco was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. He was pampered and overly loved by a mother who had miscarried many, many times before bringing a baby into the world. Even still, Draco was a skinny, sickly looking little boy with his pale skin and pointed chin. He was also a terrible brat, which was only reenforced by his parents thinking it was cute. He started to show magical ability around age three, and was immediately thrown into tutoring for dueling, dark magic, and discipline. At age eleven, he received his Hogwarts letter - though his father wanted him to attend Durmstrang, his mother insisted Hogwarts would be better (mostly because she didn't want her baby so far away).
Draco started school and was sorted into Slytherin, like so many Malfoys before him. Knowing many children from other magical families prior to school, he immediately made friends amongst the purebloods, mostly Slytherins. Seeing as he was the richest and most arrogant of the bunch, he became the leader of his gaggle of friends. Having manipulated his parents for years, bossing other kids around was a breeze. Of course, then there was Potter. Ugh, perfect, pious Potter - savior of us all. Psh. Malfoy had actually wanted to be Harry's friend, at first. Being friends with Harry would have been cool. Draco liked having the best of everything, and having a friend who survived a killing curse was definitely better than Crabbe or Goyle. However, Harry snubbed him for that piss-poor Weasley and the feud began.
Draco did well in school, especially Potions, since he'd know Snape his entire life through his father. His first year was fairly uneventful, but his second year he reveled in people thinking - for a moment - that he was the Heir of Slytherin. Then, of course, Potter had to speak Parseltongue and upstage him. What an ass. Though, hoping Potter's mudblood friend Granger got killed kept his spirits up. One must always search for a silver lining. By the end of the year, Potter was a hero again, and, of all things, made them loose their house elf, Dobby. Really? What the hell!? What did Dobby have to do with Potter anyways? Such an ass.
In Draco's third year, he, perhaps, stepped a bit out of bounds and got his arm ripped off by a rabid monster chicken. And the mudblood punched him. It was a bad year in general. Though, Pansy Parkinson helped soothe his wounds. Me-ow! There were some good parts - like Potter nearly falling to his death, and the whole feinting Dementor thing. It wasn't a total wash, but third year could have been better. In fourth year, however, things changed completely. The Tri-Wizard Tournament took place and, of course, Potter got in. Ass. Draco knew he could have done much better than Potter. He would have been better at the interviews, surely. Though, that dragon... As much as Draco hated Potter, it was still a bit traumatic to see him get ripped apart by a dragon. Brutally.
That day, everything changed. Sometimes, Draco wishes Potter would have made it through, grabbed that egg. Overnight, Lord Voldemort returned, and his father was drawn back to his side, meaning, of course, that Draco had to as well. A week after Potter's death, Draco stood before the Dark Lord, pledged his allegiance, and was branded with the Dark Mark. His blood ran cold, and still does whenever he sees it there on his arm. For some, it's a symbol of pride, but, for Draco, it meant only life long enslavement. He was no house elf, but he was good as, considering he would never be able to live his own life. Though, it made his father happy and proud, and Draco took comfort in that.
Now, with the Order crushed and school back in session for his fifth year, Draco - a known Death Eater - is held in high regard by the Hogwarts staff, almost all of which are Death Eaters as well. He is given free reign, now a prefect and well on his way to being head boy. Though, he's never been more miserable. Every day seems more hopeless and bleak than the last. He's trapped, and the mark on his arm won't let him forget it.
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YOURAGE: 26
YOURTIMEZONE: USA, Central
YOUREXPERIENCE: Going on fifteen years (omg –sob- I’m old)
YOUROTHERCHARS: none at the moment
SECRET PHRASE: fight it out
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