Post by draco malfoy on Sept 13, 2009 2:05:29 GMT -5
DRACO MALFOY ,
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"IT'S REAL FOR US. NOT FOR HER.
WE'LL GET THE LETTER, YOU AND ME."
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"IT'S REAL FOR US. NOT FOR HER.
WE'LL GET THE LETTER, YOU AND ME."
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( FULL NAME ) : Draco Malfoy[/size][/blockquote]
( NICKNAMES ) : ---
( SEX ) : Male
( BLOOD TYPE ) : Pureblood
( AGE & DOB ) : June 5; 16
( YEAR ) : 6th year
( HOUSE ) : Slytherin
( AFFILIATION ) : Death Eater (in training!)
( SEXUAL ORIENTATION ) : Heterosexual
( WAND ) : Hawthorn, 10", unicorn hair
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"I CAN'T PRETEND ANYMORE.
YOU'VE CHOSEN YOUR WAY, I'VE CHOSEN MINE."
• the personality • the personality • the personality •
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"I CAN'T PRETEND ANYMORE.
YOU'VE CHOSEN YOUR WAY, I'VE CHOSEN MINE."
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( LIKES ) : Being the center of (positive) attention. Getting his way. Winning or being at the top. Quidditch. Learning.[/size][/blockquote]
( DISLIKES ) : Anything less than a pureblood. People who support non-purebloods. Getting shown up. Voldermort. Getting caught at breaking the rules.
( STRENGTHS ) : Intelligent. Organized and meticulous. Tenacious.
( WEAKNESSES ) : Prejudiced. Inexperienced at anything beyond his comfort zone. A bit of a coward (though he'll never admit THAT).
( RIDDIKULUS! ) : Voldermort
( EXPECTO PATRONUM! ) : Watching the Quidditch World Cup as a small child.
( DEMENTOR'S KISS ) : His father getting carted off to Azkaban.
( MIRROR OF ERISED ) : To be free of the Dark Lord, home and safe with his family.
( PET PEEVES ) : Potter. Getting shown up by Potter. Not being taken seriously. People below his standards (aka just about everyone).
( KEYWORDS ) :
Arrogant - Having been raised in the so-called upper crust of society to prejudiced parents who spoiled him utterly, it's not unexpected that Draco is the haughty boastful arrogant prat that he is.
Coward - For all his talk, Draco is usually exceedingly averse to putting himself in actual danger or to get his hands dirty. That's what his minions are for, after all.
Frightened - Sure he can talk the talk, but with his life having begun to spiral wildly beyond his control, Draco is living in a state of constant terror, much as he tries to hide it. He's been made to mature far too quickly and has been driven into something far more horrible than he imagined. Fear is what motivates him these days.
Intelligent - Believe it or not, Draco's no Crabbe or Goyle. He's actually a bright young lad, if horribly misguided in his morals.
Dramatic - When it suits his needs, Draco does have quite the flare for the dramatic and isn't afraid to play the role of a drama queen if it suits his needs. He rather likes being fawned over as the center of attention.
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"DID YOU LIKE QUESTION TEN, MOONY?"
"LOVED IT. 'GIVE FIVE SIGNS THAT IDENTIFY THE WEREWOLF.'"
• the appearance • the appearance • the appearance •
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"DID YOU LIKE QUESTION TEN, MOONY?"
"LOVED IT. 'GIVE FIVE SIGNS THAT IDENTIFY THE WEREWOLF.'"
• the appearance • the appearance • the appearance •
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( HAIR ) :[/color]Draco's hair is a sharply pale blonde, cropped just fashionably short from being considered 'shaggy' or 'long'. He used to keep it slicked back, but in recent years prefers just to keep it brushed neatly.
( EYES ) : Beneath a pair of dark eyebrows that contrast sharply with his pale hair, Draco's eyes are a steely grey, devoid of any color or warmth.
( FACIAL STRUCTURE ) : Like his father, Draco has sharp pale features, always laced with the hint of a sneer on them.
( BODY STRUCTURE ) : Tall and thin, Draco seems to be nearing the end of whatever growth spurt tends to hit boys around his age. Unlike most other people his age, however, Draco seems to bear none of that awkward lanky bearing that most boys encounter. Either it's simply because he didn't grow too much, too quickly, or he's just that in control of his posturing.
( ATTIRE ) : Being how he's of a higher class and style than everyone else, Draco dresses to show it. When out of his impossibly neatly kept school uniform, Draco prefers dark custom-cut suits of an undoubtedly expensive make. He's got a reputation of high class to upkeep, after all! It's also why one will never see him in anything less than finely tailored black pants and a button-down shirt. For him, removing a tie to pop the top button or two off his shirt and/or rolling up his sleeves is as close to casual as he will ever get.
( SUMMARY ) : Draco is what many would most likely admit to be a handsome youth, though really he would be much more handsome and charming if he dropped his characteristic sneer for an actual genuine smile. Still, the condescending look he seems to have almost permanently affixed to his face rather suits the haughty and aristocratic features. Due to his so-called cultured upbringing in the wealthier tier of wizarding society, it seems only natural that Draco gives off the airs that he does. Particularly since his family is one of those types who has long been settled in their position, and is well known for their arrogance and rather narrow scope of vision. The Malfoys do not earn respect, but rather command it, and Draco is no exception to that.
( PLAY-BY ) : Tom Felton[/size][/font][/blockquote]
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"DOESN'T YOUR DAD LIKE MAGIC?"
"HE DOESN'T LIKE ANYTHING, MUCH."
• the history • the history • the history •
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[/font]"DOESN'T YOUR DAD LIKE MAGIC?"
"HE DOESN'T LIKE ANYTHING, MUCH."
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( PARENTS ) : Lucius Malfoy (42)- Death Eater; Azkaban prisoner. Narcissa Malfoy (41)- Socialite[/size][/blockquote]
( SIBLINGS ) : ---
( OTHERS ) : Bellatrix Lestrange (aunt). Nymphadora Tonks (cousin). Sirius Black (first cousin once removed).
( HISTORY ) : Draco is the one and only son of the wealthy aristocratic Malfoy family, and from it has been both spoiled and pushed since day one. While both parents spoiled he boy, his mother was admittedly the more smothering of the pair. Yet while both parents fawned over their only son, Draco's life was not always fun and games... though it mostly was. A heavy emphasis on him upholding what his parents believed what was proper conduct and standards, as they saw that they had a reputation to upkeep. Pampered though he was, Draco's home life was actually far more strict than people are led on to believe.
When he came of an age to go to wizarding school, his father initially intended for the boy yo attend Durmstrang, as opposed to Hogwarts. His mother protested, however, refusing to let her son go any farther from him than he had to go. So Hogwarts it was. He made a brief attempt to befriend Harry Potter once the pair met, but Draco's disparaging attitude towards Harry's friends quickly made the pair enemies. For the next five years it would continue, almost always with Draco on the losing side of things.
However, after the end of his fifth year, things have taken a sharp turn in the young Malfoy's life, and its all for the worst. His father was captured amongst the death Eaters who invaded the Ministry of Magic, and has been carted off to Azkaban because of it. His family's proud social status has taken a great blow amongst the good wizarding community. Worst of all, he would think, is that Voldermort is back. Of course, Draco had only semi-secret ambitions and dreams of operating for the Dark Lord as his father did, but he has learned the hard way that dreams are very very different from reality, particularly where the dark lord is concerned. Having been tasked with the duty of both killing Dumbledore and bringing the Death Eaters into Hogwarts. Sounds cool, right? Wrong. Sure Draco is an opinionated nit and not the nicest of people, but being forced to murder and be an accessory to what will only result in mass slaughter terrifies him. But if he doesn't do it, Voldermort has made it clear that Draco's family will be the first on the chopping block. Scary? You bet. Poor little Draco is going to have a rough time this year...
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"MY WHOLE FAMILY HAVE BEEN IN SLYTHERIN."
"BLIMEY, AND I THOUGHT YOU SEEMED ALL RIGHT!"
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"MY WHOLE FAMILY HAVE BEEN IN SLYTHERIN."
"BLIMEY, AND I THOUGHT YOU SEEMED ALL RIGHT!"
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( ALIAS ) : Draco works juuuust fine. Or, if you REALLY want, Vodka.[/size][/blockquote]
( AGE ) : 22 (lol old)
( EXPERIENCE ) : Abooout.... nine years now, I'd surmise.
( HOW'D YOU FIND US? ) : Proboards Support
( ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE ) : Snagging from my FFVII RP. Original character.Mornings. Sophia hated mornings. Well, Sophia hated a lot of things, but mornings fell under that special category of hatred, where even the merest mention could make her skin crawl, her stomach churn with poorly held disgust, and her facial features dip into the most disapproving of frowns. Mornings, though difficult to judge under the eternal black smoggy blanket of air that settled over the city of Midgar, was easily the part of the day Sophia hated the most. Mornings meant rolling out of the comfort of one's bed to go to work. Mornings meant more long hours with inadequate pay, beneath Hojo and whatever foul experiment he had managed to dredge up for the day. It also meant, in addition to the blur of paper and research, herding around the vapid little techs stupid or overzealous enough to seek out employment under the supposed safety of the ShinRa corporation banner.
Ah, if only they knew! As if they weren't understaffed enough as it was. Idly, she wondered if she was going to make it out of work on time early enough to catch the tram home to her cramped apartment on the edge of sector three, or if the mangy couch in the break room would once again serve as her sleeping tool of choice... again. Ngh. Could life get any more miserable? Were the other more senior laboratory colleagues stressed out and abused to the point Sophia was? Or was she in that transition hell between being a senior staff member with no responsibility, and a newbie with.... no responsibility? It was hard to say, considering how Sophia had only been in ShinRa's employ for eight years, and was already considered one of the most senior researchers on their payroll. Thanks to Hojo, the turnover rate for scientists was... high.
It was to no one's surprise that Sophia looked less than pleased to be where she was when the elevator doors slid open, pinging the floor number, allowing her to step onto the laboratory floor. She had stopped arriving to work with a smile years ago. Smiles were not made for a place such as this. Perhaps that was one of the reasons Sophia hated hawking over the new technicianss o much. They always smiled. What the hell was there to smile about? Certainly not work. Not here.
However, those smiles rarely lasted long. Few lasted beyond the duration of their smile. More than once Sophia had wondered why on earth she never left when she had the chance.
She was fairly early, as was customary for her, but the floor was already abuzz with activity. Grumbling an incoherent reply to all the greetings offered her way, Sophia made a beeline to the obligatory first two stops of the morning: the card-reader to mark her as here and present so she could make off with her meager funds to pay the bills, and the greatest creation ever made by man: the coffee pot. After swiping her ID badge and grabbing a cup of the disappointingly weak coffee, the woman went on to her next task, which was one of the few things she actually half-enjoyed- Research.
The process of refining materia via mako infusion was Sophia's current primary project, and she was finding that she was rather fond of the project. First off, it was a major field of research under ShinRa, and to be in charge of it (even if she was only serving as temporary head)... It was the first real command she had been given since joining, and she was rather proud of that. The topic itself was genuinely interesting, and the best part? So far it had maintained a near-minimal contact with Hojo, the Department head. Really, it was one of those things that almost made coming to work bearable in the morning.
However,t hanks to the cruel spirit of mornings, work, and Sophia's general bad luck, she was not to get directly into work today. A young lab tech, annoyingly perky with a vague smile that rang of fresh graduate on his good-natured features approached Sophia and waved her down. "Ah! Mrs. Johnson!"
Sophia scowled at the unfamiliar young man, hunched over her coffee as if it were some weak flame prone to blowing out at the faintest puff of air. "What is it--" a glance at the ID badge gave the face a name "Wells?"
Wells seemed startled by Sophia's less-than-friendly greeting, but he was quick to reassert himself and that irritating smile of his. "Mrs. Johnson, you're needed in exam room one." His smile flickered, as if trying to puzzle the next bit of his message out. "I was told to tell you that Fifteen is back."
"Mm," Sophia nodded slowly, hiding her surprise at the relay. "I'll get on it. Run down to Kronwall in the mako lab and tell him that they can start without me."
With the return of the annoying smile and a nod Wells was off, leaving Sophia to trudge down to the exam rooms. Fifteen- Angel was back already? Either Sophia was losing track of the days again, or the girl was back early. Not that Sophia minded, she always had a fondness for the little experiments. And Angel was a good girl. This could prove to be a pleasant diversion.
Draining the dregs of the weak coffee, Sophia left the cup on an empty counter just prior to entering the room. A brusque knock on the door was done prior to opening; a simple polite motion few even remembered to use within the labs these days. Once the door had slid open far enough Sophia stepped in, a rare smile on her face. It was too worn and drawn to be a good smile, but the friendliness and warmth behind it was clear.
"Good morning Angel," Sophia murmured in a softer, gentler voice than many would think possible of the woman. "I see you're back already...?"
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"WEIRDOS, THAT'S WHAT YOU TWO ARE.
IT'S GOOD YOU'RE BEING SEPARATED FROM NORMAL PEOPLE."
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don't steal or she'll come to you in the middle of the night and
own you up with her mad ninja skillz. word up, fo shizzle drizzle.
all quotes from the amazing series of harry potter. go read them!
fill it out completely or you'll get nowhere. if you're a canon,
make sure to check your facts. if you're an original, then, well,
go crazy, yo. specifics are nice, but no two-page long histories.
be creative! oh, and please, don't forget: have fun! that is, after
all, what roleplaying is really all about in the long run. <3
[/size][/center]"WEIRDOS, THAT'S WHAT YOU TWO ARE.
IT'S GOOD YOU'RE BEING SEPARATED FROM NORMAL PEOPLE."
• the credits • the credits • the credits •
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heyyy. this application was made by salinaa! of caution 2.0.
don't steal or she'll come to you in the middle of the night and
own you up with her mad ninja skillz. word up, fo shizzle drizzle.
all quotes from the amazing series of harry potter. go read them!
fill it out completely or you'll get nowhere. if you're a canon,
make sure to check your facts. if you're an original, then, well,
go crazy, yo. specifics are nice, but no two-page long histories.
be creative! oh, and please, don't forget: have fun! that is, after
all, what roleplaying is really all about in the long run. <3