Post by DRACO LUCIUS MALFOY on Feb 19, 2013 20:12:03 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: Although many seem to assume that Drake is an acceptable way to address him, it really isn't--he does accept Malfoy, though, and who could really blame him? date of birth: age:15 gender: Male sexual orientation: Straight occupation: Student bloodstatus: Pureblood financial status: Wealthy, he'd be inclined to say that his family owns at least eighty percent of the gold in Gringott's, but that would be an exaggeration. year: 5th house: Slytherin wand: (description of wand like core, wood, length, flexibility) allegiance: Of course, he's not officially associated with any organization yet, but he certainly supports the Death Eaters, granted, much more loudly amongst his own peers than any sort of authority. canon: yes Tell Us a little about how you look height: 5'8", though due to his age, he hasn't really reached his full height yet. weight: Around 150, give a take a few pounds depending on whether or not he's feeling indulgent and taking that second (or third, let's be honest) piece of cake at dinner. hair: Blond (though, white blond, if we're being specific), and short-cut, at that, since he certainly isn't the type to wear it long. Some members of his family may be able to pull that off, but he isn't one of them. eyes: Grey, not blue, grey. distinguishing features: His white-blond hair, really is his distinguishing feature. It seems like he could be in a crowd anywhere in the magical community and someone can point him out and say, 'that's a Malfoy'. intended face claim: Tom Felton overall: The Malfoy family is known for their looks, and the youngest of them all, Draco, isn't any exception. It isn't that he's incredibly handsome or anything of the sort; quite the contrary. His looks, while not hideous, leave quite a bit to desire. The most noticed part about Draco is his angular look. While many consider a round face preferable to look at, his is quite the opposite. His nose is pointed, his cheeks are thin and his face ends in a distinctively pointed chin. He is oftentimes described as being ferret-like, mostly as a comment on his behavior and his body shape. In addition to his features being moderately long and pointed, his body is as well. When he first arrived at Hogwarts he just barely stood above the rest of his peers; but by about his third year he began to shoot upwards a bit quicker than his peers. Despite his height (in comparison to most fifteen year olds, anyway), however, he's rather narrow. His shoulders, waist, and hips are all quite slender, giving him that before mentioned long-and-thin "ferret" look. Another thing that he shares with both of his parents is his coloring. It's said that something called "melanin" is what gives a person their color; if this is true, then the Malfoys seem to face a severe lack of it. His skin is fair to the point where it is quite ghostly. This idea of a ghoulish pallor is one that is only furthered by the white-blond color of the hair that is often seen gelled (see also: glued) in place on the top of his head, although in recent years that's been primarily for special occasions. Malfoy's attire isn't anything that one could consider special, even with the amount of money his family holds. He dresses in the typical school uniform a majority of the time, and when found outside of the school he finds himself in dark wizarding robes. The robes are what he considers the mark of a pureblooded wizard and wouldn't ever really consider dressing himself in things that muggles have created (not that he dresses himself, of course, his mother wouldn't ever allow such a thing). The only issue with the robes is that no matter how finely woven or expensive of fabric, they're boring beyond belief. It is indeed a good thing that Draco has yet to notice this. and then a little about yourself likes: 5+ dislikes: 5+ strengths: 5+ weaknesses: 5+ boggart: (characters greatest fear) erised: (characters greatest want) overall personality: (two paragraphs at least please) history your family and such parents: Lucius Malfoy, is probably way older than I think, etc Narcissa Malfoy, is currently way younger than she should be, etc(name, age, ect) siblings: NO SIBLINGS, BITCHES this is going to be worded more eloquently later. pets: That owl thing. JUST A PERSONAL NOTE SHUT UP DON'T JUDGE ME. born: overall history: Draco was born on June 5, 1980 to a mother that was glad to finally have him outside of the womb. Though she was overjoyed with his being alive, it also meant that she could soon begin to get her feminine figure back. She did, and in the meantime she also raised her son and catered to his every whim, creating the spoiled but incredibly loved brat that we all have grown to accept. At the age of eleven, Draco attended Hogwarts much like all of the other young wizards and witches his age. Being away from home, and most importantly his mother, was hard on the boy but he eventually adjusted; mostly thanks to the care-packages that his mother sent him weekly while in attendance at the school. His first year was also what made him grow to despise Harry Potter, after he rejected a kind offer of friendship. This was also the year, according to him, that he single-handedly fought off a legion of werewolves in the forbidden forest while Potter ran screaming. This is commonly accepted as a myth, as everyone knows that Mr. Malfoy is terrified of things that might be classified as even more super natural than wizards and witches are considered to be. At the age of twelve, in his second year, the care-packages continued and life continued on just the same. He worked hard in his classes and strove to achieve the best marks possible to send home to his father. He often looks back fondly on his second year as his favourite year. He says that not only is it the year that Weaselette and Granger almost died, but it was the year where everyone else hated Harry Potter as much as he did. The only problem he views with his second year, was the disappointment he faced upon hearing that everyone was going to live happily ever after. In his third year, at the age of thirteen, he started to grow. He hit the awkward stage of puberty and found speaking to be oddly embarrassing at times, but he certainly continued on with it. Draco Malfoy not speaking non-stop, may after all be a sign of an oncoming Apocalypse. This is one of the years that he looks back on unhappily, and finds himself having to lie to cover-up what really happened. The true story is widely known, but the story that he swears to be true is that he was violently attacked by a rogue hippogriff and had to be slowly, but surely, nursed back to health. His mother and father sought justice for the offense, but unfortunately justice never came and the rogue and dangerous hippogriff escaped. --- not done now for the person behind the character alias: britt age: 24 experience: 10 years where'd you find us?: kat! anything to add?: don't judge me on my WIP, it will get better. ;( lastly the roleplay sample There was a fine, fine line between a romantic notion and being in need of a restraining order, and as of late, he had been toeing that line. This was because for the past few days, he had been showing up at the diner at different times in an attempt to catch the redhead that he had trapped in a conversation before. It was a little weird, and maybe a little stalkerish, but that was really up for interpretation, or so he felt. He hadn’t shown up at the right time for the past few days, and so he had opted to go just a teeny bit earlier than before, in an attempt to ever so coincidentally cross her path. Yeah, he might have put too much thought into this. Upon entering the diner this time, bells above his head rang and caused him to immediately look up—they hadn’t been there before, and the red sash that they were attached to made it clear that they were for the holiday season. Great. Dante, admittedly, had a bit of a vendetta against the holiday season, primarily because it was a reminder that he spent a lot of his time alone, which was a little depressing. It probably wasn’t any wonder why people were assumed most likely to shoot themselves in the head or find some other way to take a dirt nap around then. Feeling a little uncomfortable at the alert that he was there, he took an extra moment to make sure that he wasn’t trailing mud into the diner since it had been a little wet outside, and then he looked up to scan through the crowd in the diner to try to see if the woman who he had been looking for was there, or if their paths just weren’t going to cross that day. It wasn’t exactly a long process, given that she had the kind of hair that stood out in a crowd, and so when he did finally spot her, he tried to seem as inconspicuous as possible as he moved to where her table was to… Immediately sit in the booth next to hers just as he had the last time their paths had managed to cross. “Just coffee.” He said to the waitress who followed over to set a menu on the table he had chosen, and then had promptly after greeting him as waitresses were prone to, left to retrieve it. He usually felt bad about just getting coffee, but, well, given that he showed up there a lot now, he couldn’t really afford much else. [style=padding-right:5px; padding-left:9px; font-family:georgia; font-size:10; letter-spacing:0px; color:#fff;line-height:10px; text-align:center; border-left:0px dotted black; text-transform:uppercase; padding-bottom:0px; text-shadow: 0 0 0.2em #F87, 0 0 0.2em #F87;] Credit goes to MDIZZLE FO RIZZLE at Caution 2.0 |
