Post by fid3ns on Jan 31, 2013 0:50:53 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 600px; border-left: 10px solid #c0b0a1;] Welcome to your site young blood DRACO LUCIUS MALFOY [/style] [style=font-family:times; font-size:10; letter-spacing: 6px; line-height: 2px color:#c0b0a1; text-transform:uppercase; font-style: italic; ] you're a wizard, harry nicknames: The only nicknames I have came from my mother, and only she has the right to use them. However, if you must know... Her favorites include “Dray”, “my little prince”, and... “snuggle dragon.” Don't laugh. date of birth: June 5th, 1980 age: Fifteen gender: Male sexual orientation: Straight occupation: Student bloodstatus: Pure-blood financial status: Very wealthy year: Beginning of his 5th year house: Slytherin wand: Hawthorn wood, reasonably pliant, 10” long, unicorn hair core allegiance: My allegiance lies with the highest caliber of wizards: pure-bloods. Half-bloods are tainted, and those filthy mud-bloods... I can't even stomach it. canon: yes Tell Us a little about how you look height: 5'-6” weight: 120 lbs hair: My hair is white-blond. I just recently had it cut, so it sits closer to my head. My father insisted, saying it was more fitting for someone of our status to appear more put together. He also insisted I part whatever is left of it to the right. It suits me fine. eyes: They're a pale grey. I only know this because my mother likes to dote on the fact that I have my father's eyes. distinguishing features: I have a scar on my left arm from where that beast Buckbeak broke my arm a couple years ago. Nasty encounter, that was. Barely made it out alive. Other than that, I have none. intended face claim: Tom Felton overall: How would I describe myself other than dashing, you mean? Well, I suppose I'm pale enough; it fits with the white-blond of my hair. My face has a sharp and pointed shape. I also have a slender build, but I don't need to be big and clumsy in order to make a meaningful impression. My lips, while thin, can form a smile, or even a smirk, that will make any girl swoon and do what I bid. When not at school, where I'm normally in my robes, I like to dress in darker-colored dress clothes, mostly black. I believe it gives off an air of class, which is important for a family of my status. I don't like to make my outfits too elaborate, though; I prefer something simple. and then a little about yourself likes: I like being the center of attention; if there isn't someone listening to what I have to say, I am not happy at all. I'm also very competitive, to the point where I need to win at everything I do. Qudditch is, naturally, something else I like, reflected by how early and easily I was able to join the Slytherin team. In addition, I like being comfortable; I don't want to want for trivial things. Finally, I like being powerful; having people to do my bidding for me, like Crabbe and Goyle, very much strokes my ego. dislikes: The first thing on my list of dislikes would be those filthy mud-bloods; half-bloods and blood traitors might as well be included with those, too. I don't like being ignored either; if I'm not being heard, there's no point in there being a conversation. Being threatened is another dislike that is high on the list, and having my family attacked, verbally or physically, is something I very much dislike. And though I admire my father, there are times where I don't like him either; he can be very harsh, even when I'm doing my best. strengths: While it would take me hours to list all of my strengths, I suppose it will do for me to pick a few: Quidditch Potions Dueling Transfiguration My wit weaknesses: I don't often make my weaknesses known, but if you must know: I've been called narcissistic. I push people and test their limits too often; it sometimes causes them to snap. I get myself into situations that are difficult to leave. There are times when I don't know when to quit. I make enemies quickly. boggart: I don't fear much, but I suppose that my greatest fear would be not meeting my father's expectations. It would either be that or not being able to protect my family. erised: My greatest desire is to live up to my father's legacy. He is powerful and respected, and he has always been the man I look up to the most. overall personality: (two paragraphs at least please) I need to be the best and be recognized at everything I do, and I have been known to do what I can to attain this. My father has always been the person in our family whose name seems to gather the most attention, but I long for a day when I have a reputation comparable to his. After all, my legacy and social standing places me above most people, so why should I not have that reputation? People often label me as narcissistic because I was spoiled by my parents when I was younger. I've been called arrogant, spiteful, and a bully. These last few adjectives usually stem from my strong opinions, specifically on how our kind ought to be brought back to a time of pure wizarding families and purged of mud-bloods. Those who pity mud-bloods should not be allowed in that ideal world either. It makes me sick to think about how tainted our world has become. history your family and such parents: My mother's name is Narcissa Malfoy, with Black being her maiden name. Her birthday is on April 30th. My father is Lucius Malfoy, born November 25th, 1954. siblings: I am an only child. pets: My parents have pets; my father has two hunting dogs and my mother has a white kitten. We also have an eagle owl. born: June 5th, 1980 overall history: I am the only child of Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy, one of the wealthiest and most prestigious families in the wizarding world, for good reason. Throughout my childhood, I was taught of the importance of blood purity, and I've always held on to that. My parents spoiled me, I suppose; I've never wanted for anything. When it came time for me to go to school, my father wanted me to attend Durmstrang, but my mother insisted that I not go somewhere too far from home. So I accepted admission to Hogwarts. I met the famous Harry Potter on the train to Hogwarts at the beginning of my first year. I graciously offered him my friendship, but he denied it in favor of the blood traitor Weasley. I tried to warn him that he was making a mistake; he'll soon learn why. My family – or those who matter, anyway – has always been sorted into Slytherin, so of course I was placed there with no question or hesitation. I quickly climbed the hierarchy of my house, very easily attaining the Seeker position on the Slytherin Quidditch team during my second year. The amount of wins we have had since then has increased dramatically, of course. During my third year, when all of the dementors were flying around and Sirius Black was on the loose, I was attacked by a hippogryph that Hagrid, that filthy groundskeeper, was showing during a class. I managed to make it out alive with only a broken arm, but it could have easily taken off my head. I don't know how the oaf managed to keep from being fired or getting his beast killed, but I can assure you my father was not happy. Last year, Hogwarts hosted the Triwizard Tournament. I can't believe Potter's name came out of that cup; if you ask me, he had too much help during the whole thing and should have died during the first task. During this year, there was an incident where things got a little... hairy. That's all I'll say on the matter. Now that the Dark Lord is back, maybe we'll finally rid our world of those tainted with Muggle blood. now for the person behind the character alias: Brandon age: 19 experience: 7 years where'd you find us?: Devvi very enthusiastically invited me. anything to add?: yerface lastly the roleplay sample The sound of nearby gunshots rang out. In one fluid movement, his hand darted under his pillow, and he sat up, pulling out the old hunting knife hidden below. He quickly scanned the darkened room for signs of imminent danger, breathing heavily as his heart raced. Sensing he was safe, he sighed, dropped the knife onto his bed, and ran his hands over his face. It had been a long month. It was a good night if he got at least four hours of sleep, especially with all the marching and yelling going on outside his house, not to mention the gunshots that occurred almost every night. He was sure he wasn't the only one in town who wasn't getting enough sleep either. They had all been on edge since it began. His door creaked open. With another sigh, he pulled his head from his hands and looked over at the little girl peeking through the crack. “Hey, Maddie,” he smiled, beckoning her into the room. Without hesitation, she pushed past the door, her blonde curls bouncing as she ran over him. She jumped up and snaked her arms around his neck, her pale complexion contrasting with his tanned skin. He caught her in his arms, holding her close. “Make it stop, Josh,” she whimpered. He stroked her hair. “You're safe,” he whispered. “I promise.” She sniffed and peered up at him, her big blue eyes watering. “Can you tell me a story?” For the next thirty minutes, Josh told her story after story, and the activities devolved into games. After a couple rounds of “Ring Around the Rosy” he scooped her off the ground and carried her to her room. She giggled the whole way there, but when he tucked her in, she yawned. “Goodnight, Bubba.” He smiled and kissed her forehead. “Goodnight, Sis.” He exited her room, closing the door behind him. With a yawn, he meandered into the kitchen, shuffling his feet. He grabbed a beer from the refrigerator, cracked it open, and moved to the living room where he plopped into his armchair. His hand reached out and flicked on the radio beside his chair. The radio announcer was reading off the nation's news. She was listing the status of delivery trucks to the towns in the different states. Josh groaned and tuned in to a new channel. This one had a scientist attempting to explain how this whole thing got started in the first place. Scowling, Josh took a swig of his beer and sank back into his chair, staring out the window. He spent roughly fifteen minutes in this position before a scream jolted him back to reality. He jumped up, snatching a baseball bat that was leaning against a nearby wall. He burst into his sister's room, ready to attack. And then he froze. He had heard the rumors going around, but he had never actually seen one. It was a grotesque being, with bits of rotting flesh hanging off its chest and arms. He could almost literally see – not to mention smell – the body decaying as it stood there holding his sister down and fighting to keep her still. Without another thought, Josh readied the bat and swung at the monster's head. It stumbled backwards, stunned. He swung again, and it fell to the floor. He roared and brought the bat down on its head repeatedly, crushing its fragile skull and causing it to splinter. But even though it would appear that it was dead, he continued his assault. It wasn't until several soldiers climbed through the open window and pulled him away that he stopped. As the soldiers proceeded to decapitate the corpse, Josh turned to Maggie. He grabbed her by her face and looked her over: she was wounded, but not bad. He sighed with relief and pulled his crying sister close to his chest. The moment was quickly interrupted when one of the soldiers yanked him away from her. He was about to protest when the man pointed to Maggie's neck. “She's been bitten.” Without another word, another soldier raised his gun and shot her between the eyes. Ring around the rosy, Pocket full of posies Josh watched in stunned silence as they pulled his sister's lifeless body off the bed and tossed it onto the corpse of the monster that bit her. One soldier began to empty a container of gasoline onto the bodies, and another one lit a match. With a toss of the match, the bodies erupted into flame. Ashes, ashes Josh sank to his knees, watching the sight with wide eyes that couldn't even begin to process what was happening. When he didn't respond to the shouting from the soldiers, they grabbed him by the arms and dragged him outside to remove him from harm's way. We all fall down. 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