Post by lucius malfoy on Jan 10, 2009 15:46:35 GMT -8
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FULL NAME. Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy
NICKNAMES. Scor
AGE. 20
YEAR. Junior
DATE OF BIRTH. June eleventh, 2004
SEXUAL ORIENTATION. Straight
HOUSE. Alpha gamma sigma
DO YOU WANT TO BE IN A FRATERNITY/SORORITY? Yes
WAND. Walnut and dragon heartstring, 11 inches, unyeilding
BROOMSTICK. Nimbus 2010
CANON OR ORIGINAL. Canon
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HEIGHT. 6'1"
WEIGHT. 130 pounds
BODY TYPE. Skinny
HAIR COLOR. Platinum blonde
EYE COLOR. Grey
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES.
APPEARANCE IN DETAIL.
Scorpius would probably be the prettiest person you'd ever seen, if he had been a woman. The white hair, visible bones and full lips were futures a lot of girls would kill for. But that doesn't mean that it makes him an ugly man. The lines that the bones gives his face is the difference between beautiful girl and beautiful boy.
His posture radiates pride, almost to the point of arrogance, and luckily for him, most people tend to understand not to mess with him. He's not strong, not physically, it wouldn't be entirely wrong to call him quite breakable. Scorpius Malfoy likes his looks, that's obvious, but he'd admit that it's not the most practical body. Oh, well he wouldn't.
DESIRED PLAY BY. Boyd Holbrook
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LIKES.
- Attention
- Affection
- Admirers
- Compliments
- Pure-bloods
- Parties
- Power
- Pretty people
- His family
- Secrets
DISLIKES.
- Muggles
- Mudbloods
- Blood traitors
- Love
- Cowards
- Music
- Hippogriffs
- Authority, as long as it makes the wrong decisions
- Rude people
- Butterbeer
STRENGTHS.
- his charm
- his intelligence
- his manipulation
- his determination
- his last name.
WEAKNESSES.
- his attitude
- his lack of physical strength
- his slightly narcissistic traits
- his soft point for flattery
- his last name.
HABITS/QUIRKS.
- bites his lip
- rips his eyelashes when he's stressed
- twirls his hair with his fingers in a feminine way
- mumbles to himself
- very polite and formal, as in handshakes and titles. (until he either starts liking or disliking you)
FEARS.
- ending up with some unimportant job, working next to a mudblood or something worse
- being married to someone not good enough, he doesn't entirely trust his parents
- disappointing his father
SECRETS.
- has never been in love, ever how many times he'd assured a girl
- has a fascination for self-injury, he likes seeing his own pure blood
- had a one night stand with a teacher. he's never been drunk since that.
FULL PERSONALITY. .
Scorpius Malfoy didn't only look like his father, it's quite obvious too to see who's always been his role model, more accurately idol. Call it brainwashing, but being better than the rest, prettier, smarter, it's... That's always been the only truth Scorpius knew. He'd always known that he was elite. He was proud, and he loved himself.
The morbidity of his character is still undeniable. It's a part he's always been ashamed over, but still a very big part of him. Not only had he learned to adore dark arts, but he was sadistic too, in the way he liked showing people that he was and always will be better than them. He was masochistic, as long as it didn't hurt him. Pain was of course never a problem while he could handle it. As long as it didn't involve humiliation and defeat, he liked it. Self injury was naturally the only option to him, when he, himself, was the only one good enough to hurt the Malfoy heir.
Scorpius, in difference to his dad, didn't like to brag. He didn't like to have to show his money, he found that somewhat embarrassing. But of course his slight shyness was nothing compared to his pride, and he would have no problem with stuffing galleons up somebody's nose if that somebody showed him a lack of respect that he could fix. He wasn't all that greedy. But I don't think it'd be okay to call it generous either, the trait he showed. He didn't at all mind buying people gifts as long as he knew there was something more in it for him than the joy of giving. Manipulative bastard.
Pride, of course. His family tree was flawless. Not as correct as his blood, but it was just to cut out the weak links on the papers, you know. Draco Malfoy, Astoria Greengrass, Lucius Malfoy, Narcissa Black, Abraxas Malfoy, he could go on forever, happily aware of that he had more to be proud about than most the people at school.
He tried to behave of course, to make it all look good. It was hard sometimes, to keep the face in front of a blood traitor, but he knew it was for the best. He didn't want to cause a scene, now that the society was all for equality, blah, blah, blah. Officially.
He was an intelligent boy, knowing exactly what mistakes his dad, grandpa, had done. He was determined not to repeat them.
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PARENTS.
Draco Malfoy, 44, quidditch player
Astoria Malfoy, 42, trophy wife
SIBLINGS. Abraxas Demetrius Malfoy - sophomore, Delilah Rhea Malfoy - sophomore, --- --- Malfoy - freshman
BIRTHPLACE. Wiltshire, England
SIGNIFICANT OTHERS.
CHILDREN.
PETS. A black owl
FULL HISTORY.
Scorpius had grown up in a bubble, safe and secure between the walls of Malfoy Manor, spoiled and loved. It was like the fall of the Dark lord had had no impact at all on his family, the Malfoys continued their luxurious high society lives. It wasn't before Hogwarts he started understanding why daddy's friends both intimidated and respected him. It wasn't like he'd ever wondered, he'd never thought about people living their lives in any other way, his life was perfect.
But in Hogwarts they told him his life was wrong. "Mum said you're a bad guy", that phrase was common at first, told by innocent eleven year olds. But after the hurt, he learned to not care. He got the explanations he needed, and became what people would call a bad guy. He was aware of it, but it didn't bother him. It wasn't like he did anything worse than picking on people. Well, sometimes bullying, but he was just a child.
After a while, he got more and more involved with his father's friends, more and more he understood how seriously wrong the filthy blood in the once perfect wizarding society was.
Then he wasn't that much of a child anymore. He didn't do worse still, but it was growing inside of him, the thoughts. You could've carved up his abdomen and found nothing but annoyance, hate and disgust when he graduated Hogwarts, when he was no child at all anymore.
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YOUR NAME. Jona
YOUR AGE. fourteen. but i'd prefer that you didn't bother 0:)
YEARS OF EXPERIENCE. Around three
CONTACT INFO. pm/email/msn
HAVE YOU READ THE RULES? less than three
ANYTHING ELSE. Uhm. I'm allergic to something in the sleeping pills. Well nothing relevant.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE.
The blonde figure leaned over his desk had never really been much for writing.
Scorpius, Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy. Such a pretty boy, such a pretty name. His name wasn't that tasty in some people's mouths, but if it wasn't admiration, at least it meant something. He was a celebrity, for good and bad, for "Oh... Malfoy...", for snorts and glares and longing and sighs. It didn't bother him, not at all, because he could always say "I'm not my father", as if he didn't admire him just as much as Draco had admired his. Even though his father never could give him everything that last name deserved, after those mistakes his grandpa made so many years ago, Scorpius had inherited the looks, and he had without doubt grown up watching a master of charisma and pride. The "Oh... Malfoy..."'s were never really surprised.
The Malfoy heir was happy with his life, he knew better than to brag about it, thinking about his families official position in society. He was an intelligent boy, you'd think he'd lived to see his father's mistakes and learned from them. Sure, he was arrogant, yes, he adored himself, but he knew to not underestimate people, it's quite accurate to say that he gave people chances, even though he never really thought the people in question would be good enough for him. He was spoiled, but not enough to understand that he needed, if not friends, allies. He had feelings, and he'd learned to respect.
He'd never fallen in love though, but that was just good anyway. It was easier that way, to answer the letter "Of course I trust you to do what's best, for us, for our society". It did sting, he understood what Draco Malfoy meant, Scorpius had been waiting for it. A request for some kind of permission to control his future.
"As if there was a choice" He chuckled coldly. He wouldn't disobey, the boy adored his father. And he understood him, it was insane to not do everything to save it, their blood, heritage.
He was a lousy writer, but it wasn't as if his father would care.
Scorpius signed the letter, tied it to his owl and blew out the candles. Yawning he stripped down and slipped into his bed, He lay there for a while, he had this lump in his throat, worry probably. But it didn't take long to push it away and drift to sleep.
Scorpius, Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy. Such a pretty boy, such a pretty name. His name wasn't that tasty in some people's mouths, but if it wasn't admiration, at least it meant something. He was a celebrity, for good and bad, for "Oh... Malfoy...", for snorts and glares and longing and sighs. It didn't bother him, not at all, because he could always say "I'm not my father", as if he didn't admire him just as much as Draco had admired his. Even though his father never could give him everything that last name deserved, after those mistakes his grandpa made so many years ago, Scorpius had inherited the looks, and he had without doubt grown up watching a master of charisma and pride. The "Oh... Malfoy..."'s were never really surprised.
The Malfoy heir was happy with his life, he knew better than to brag about it, thinking about his families official position in society. He was an intelligent boy, you'd think he'd lived to see his father's mistakes and learned from them. Sure, he was arrogant, yes, he adored himself, but he knew to not underestimate people, it's quite accurate to say that he gave people chances, even though he never really thought the people in question would be good enough for him. He was spoiled, but not enough to understand that he needed, if not friends, allies. He had feelings, and he'd learned to respect.
He'd never fallen in love though, but that was just good anyway. It was easier that way, to answer the letter "Of course I trust you to do what's best, for us, for our society". It did sting, he understood what Draco Malfoy meant, Scorpius had been waiting for it. A request for some kind of permission to control his future.
"As if there was a choice" He chuckled coldly. He wouldn't disobey, the boy adored his father. And he understood him, it was insane to not do everything to save it, their blood, heritage.
He was a lousy writer, but it wasn't as if his father would care.
Scorpius signed the letter, tied it to his owl and blew out the candles. Yawning he stripped down and slipped into his bed, He lay there for a while, he had this lump in his throat, worry probably. But it didn't take long to push it away and drift to sleep.
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