Title: MALFOY, lucius
Description: 7th Year : Seventeen
Description: 7th Year : Seventeen
Lucius Malfoy - September 23, 2007 06:01 AM (GMT)
Lucius Malfoy
played by: danni
- Oh, My, My
nicknames : You'd best just call him Lucius. (Though Prince of Darkness has a nice ring to it.)
date of birth : November 18th.
house : Slytherin.
age : Seventeen.
year : Seventh.
wand type : 12.5'', Reed Wood, Dragon Heartstring
blood line : Pure.
pets : None to be spoken of.
- You're Oh, So, Sly
eye color : Gray-Blue.
height&weight : 6'1, approximately 140 lbs.
played by : Nick Potts.
full appearance :
A most imposing figure in all regards, well structured at an impressive height of roughly six feet, Lucius embodies the finished product and prime example of an old world, European aristocracy.
Very traditional in appearance, Lucius has inherited the most desirable traits of the Malfoy lineage. Nearly white-blonde hair reaches just past the nape of a long, slender neck, cut to frame the milky-pale contours of a narrow face. Always meticulously kept, it never quite obscures the view of stormy gray eyes, fanned by thick lashes of an effeminate length. The sharp features of the pureblood lines sit well on the composed visage, dulcetly pink lips commonly set in a thin line of disinterest or indifference, occasionally: condescension or disdain. Very rarely indeed does the young heir allow for a smile, genuine or otherwise.
In fact, he rarely looks pleased. He exudes an aura of privilege and expense, dressing himself in only the finest materials - often in somber colors. You will never see him in any less than his very best, as he has had ample time to determine what clothing flatters him, and what does not, though - it isn't difficult to flatter a figure such as his.
Contrary to popular belief, Lucius would be a surprisingly worthy adversary on a physical plain. Tall and lean, years of secretive training and self-discipline have left him quick of mind, and just as swift in movement. He is proof that appearances have great potential to deceive, as anyone who underestimates the up-and-coming dark wizard will realize a moment too late.
- Oh My, Boy
Expense. Adrenaline. Power. Success. Passion. Intelligence. Instrumental Music. Daggers. Sterling Silver. White. Tailored Clothing. Having Authority. Well-Groomed People. Peacocks. Pain, To A Degree. Company. Lust. Green Tea. Vanilla. Stormy Weather. Winter. The Cold. Books.
dislikes :
Dirty Blood. Tramps. Tactlessness. Poverty. Uncleanliness. Poor Hygiene. Betrayal. Being Slighted. Failure. Yellow. Orange. Summer. Stupidity. Unrequited Affection. Being Touched Without Permission.
strengths :
Strategizing.
Discretion.
Manipulating the weak minded.
Dark Arts.
Solving puzzles.
Dueling.
weaknesses :
Lust.
Underestimating his enemies.
Stubborn.
His inability to focus on anything but the 'big picture'.
Vanity, and appreciation for beautiful things.
habits/quirks :
He's slightly OCD about cleanliness and showers twice a day - minimum.
Twisting the rings on his fingers.
He refuses to slouch in public.
boggart :
Loss of Status.
patronus : Panther.
His memory is that of his first experience with inadvertant magic. Lucius was... a bit of a late bloomer as far as pureblooded children go, showing absolutely no signs of magical ability until the age of nine. His father's reaction and his security under the name of Malfoy is still a very prominent recollection of pleasant times for Lucius.
dream job :
Anything which provides him jurisdiction over another.
overall personality :
The genuine persona inherent of Lucius Malfoy is a luxury afforded to very few, and often times, it is only revealed at great personal cost.
To those who can count themselves among his true and only friends, the one in possession of sufficient credentials, he is an awfully pleasant creature. The typical façade of indifference and condescension seems to melt away, revealing his innermost passions for the finer things in life. He enjoys intelligent conversation and good company, with wit enough to match the cleverest of parlor guests and a dry, if well-employed sense of humor.
At his worst, he comes across as an overtly idealistic, stubborn teenage male with a terrible reputation for flirtatious behavior. At his best, he is considered to be a very level-headed, resourceful young man with realistic, yet impressive ambitions, and the tangible means to achieve them.
He is fiercely loyal to those he truly cares for, but should their aims conflict with his own, he will not be troubled to maintain such close relations. To those with whom he is unfamiliar, he is often described as superficial, though subtly enough that one can’t quite place what it is he’s hiding beneath the polite display of utmost respect and rapt attention. Any possible suspicions aroused in personal conversation with the man can rarely be justified, as Lucius is well aware of exactly what he can and cannot disclose to his audience. Endowed with more charm, and more cunning than most will ever hope to possess, he is a master in the art of persuasion.
A death eater by nature, and by nurture if ever one could be named.
- You're Oh, So, Coy
hometown : English countryside.
mother and father : Abraxus & Avaleen Malfoy.
brothers and sisters : None.
other relatives : None.
overall history :
Raised beneath the oppressive scrutiny of a tyrant father, and the strict social codes of the traditional pureblood family, Lucius had always been placed under immense pressure to perform, and to succeed. The sole heir to both monetary fortune, and universal prestige, the young man provided nothing but his best efforts from a young age, taking the obligations and stresses of his title in stride.
His pre-official education consisted of mostly etiquette and language lessons, both of which he picked up with ease. Later, instrumental music was introduced with Lucius excelling in both violin and piano. Instruments became non-magical methods of defense, his father declaring that he would learn to properly handle a sword in upholding the legacy of old-world tradition.
Once he approached the age of eleven, he was accepted to Hogwarts. A pre-determined Slytherin, he went on to achieve great things both personally and academically during his schooling. The socially adept young man earned himself a handful of trustworthy contacts, more than a handful of enemies, and just as many admirers. He became the spearhead of Slytherin as a Prefect, excelling in the more mentally-stimulating subjects such as Arithmancy, Ancient Runes, and Defense Against the Dark Arts. In ignorance of his dislike of half-bloods, and even greater distaste for muggle-borns, it seems though, that Lucius might emerge a well-balanced, even ethical graduate…
- Let's Just Pretend That Nothing's Broken
contact : MSN? sorrow.by.nature@hotmail.com
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roleplay example :
[ excerpt from a story i aspired to write at one point. hope that's okay? ]
“Get your hand off me, Severus,” the blonde spat, vehement indignation smattered
against the sharp contours of once pallid cheeks. Stifling a healthy pant, he shrugged himself from the older man’s grasp, half-stumbling in the gutter of Spinner’s End. Embarrassed and fatigued, the Malfoy ground his teeth, the silver-gray of his eyes betraying him in the shadow of the overcrowded street. He vaguely recognized this muggle slum as the Potion Master’s home, lip curling in disgust at the realization. This merely added to his frenzy, shoving the once-Slytherin’s out-stretched hand as if he intended to break it should it come any nearer his person.
“Do you have any idea what you’ve done?”
He despised the cold and calculated composure of his mentor, loathed it with a passion he could never confine to words. Blindly, he struck out once more, the flat of his palm meeting a much coarser robe and swiftly encompassed by fingers firm enough to bruise. Lashes fluttering, he tossed his head in a vain attempt to hide his face from the all too knowing gaze of his supposed savior. A shudder coalesced his spine as a second hand forced his chin up with unnecessary vigor.
“I know… exactly what I’ve done, Draco.”
Those eyes… He hated them, hated them and loved them in the same instance. He idolized the apathy in their depths, yearned to know exactly how it felt to be so ruthless. He longed for that authoritarian control of himself, the control he had lacked in the tower barely moments ago. It was both exhilarating and terrifying, how easily Snape had brought Dumbledore to his demise.
It all seemed so surreal to him now, like the remnants of a dream that lingers in the state between sleep and consciousness. He didn’t feel the hand holding his jaw captive move to his shoulder instead. He barely noticed the semi-amused murmur that he was trembling. If it had been so easy – why couldn’t he have brought himself to do it? It would have been so… simple. Two ultimately insignificant words had stood between him and his family’s honor, his father’s redemption, and his place in the eyes of the Dark Lord.
He shook his head fervently, pointedly spacing himself from Severus in the single-lane. “How dare you,” the boy hissed. “How dare you concern yourself where you've no business…”
Lily Evans - September 23, 2007 12:50 PM (GMT)
[align=center]Accepted.
Lovely application./align]
Lovely application./align]