Post by Lucius Malfoy {Inactive} on Feb 11, 2007 18:20:19 GMT -5
Behind the Character[/b] Holly
Contact: Pm and Msn if you poke me
Roleplay Experience: Lots and lotsssssssss[/ul]
Basics
Nicknames: Smexy
Age: 17
Birthday: 19th September
Year: 7th
House: Slytherin[/ul]
Physical
Lucius stands about six foot tall which means that he is of course one of the taller people in the school, very handy when trying to intimidate people and get them to do what you want them to. Lucius finds himself standing above even most of the staff at Hogwarts and so it's a lot easier for him to get away with not handing in homework. It is also pretty handy when playing quidditch, being able to stretch out just that little bit further than someone on the aposing team. It is also rather handy when trying to look older than you really are, something Lucius has recently found he is extremely good at, especially since he has quite a weird obsession with pulling an older woman, along with most of the other guys at Hogwarts.
Lucius found out a while ago that girls are really that interested in fat guys. That and the fact that Lucius would probably have to kill himself if he was overweight, has kept Lucius skinny, making him look rather like a large spider what with his height and everything. Though he goes around telling girls about his six pack and other amazing muscles, Lucius has nothing really except a little bit of muscle definition from playing quidditch. He will never except the fact that he is not amazingly tones though and still struts around Hogwarts talking about how he is going to be snapped up by the best modelling agencies as soon as he takes a step outside Hogwarts. Not that his father would let him become a model.
Lucius eyes are a piercing blue colour, although those that don't get on well with Lucius would prefer to call them a cold grey colour. This would probably be because his stare seems to be all icy when around rivals, putting on a hard outter layer so that they will not see the emotion inside of him, something that has taken him quite a while to perfect. Lucius's eyes look even more blue because of his extremely pale skin. No matter how much time he spends outside in the sun, Lucius's skin refuses to tan and he remains the same pale colour all year round. At first this annoyed Lucius like hell, but now he rather likes his pale compexion as he feels it makes him look all interesting and smexy.
With the amazingly pale skin and ridiculously blue eyes, comes the long, blonde hair. Though most guys with this hairstyle would look rather girly and ridiculous, Lucius works it of course and even makes it look rather hot. It is one of his main and favourite features and he is often seen flicking, brushing, or twirling his hair through his fingers. Rather feminine yes, but Lucius somehow gets away with it. Lucius is often teased by other guys that it looks as if he just doesn't cut his hair, though he probably gets it cut and styled far more frequently than they do.
Lucius dresses in that rather annoying casual but in that smart lookatmeivegottonnesofmoney way. Lucius can make even the scruffiest old t-shirt look like he had brought it for a lot of money, though he chooses not to opt for the casual look most of the time, much preferring to look smart and sophisticated. Though he doesn't make a habit of doing so, Lucius is one of those annoying people that could wake up in the morning and wander around the common room in his pajamas and still look like he had done so the night before going to bed. Well, when you've got it, you've got it good.
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Mental
Lucius likes nothing more than to be the center of attention and cannot leave the common room unless he is surrounded by a vast crowd of people. Of course, muggles and mudbloods are not to be found in this group and Lucius spends much of his spare time terrifying and cursing them all in the corridors. He takes great pleasure in doing it as it makes him feel bigger and better than everyone else. Though people may think this makes Lucius a bad person, he has known no different and thinks that it is the right thing to do. This of course does not excuse the behaviour and Lucius is still a bad person, getting a lot of joy out of hurting and upsetting others.
Lucius's father often told him that he didn't need friends. Lucius can't help but to bond with others though and finds himself doing the silliest things to ensure that none of the people he is close to come to harm. Though Lucius never tells anyone, he actually cares a lot of them and would hate to see them come to any harm. Because of this, Lucius actually has pretty poor social skills and finds it a bit on the hard side to become good and close friends with people. Being taught from a young age not to show his emotions as that is seen a weakness in his fathers eyes, Lucius often finds it hard to get close to people, mostly because he ends up saying or doing something ridiculously stupid that means that they all end up hating him.
Lucius actually finds it easier to be around females, taking great delight in seeing them put under his spell of seduction. Lucius likes nothing more than to see them blush and giggle because of him and finds it extremely easy to get them wrapped around his little finger. Because of this, Lucius practically has a different girl every night, though this has stopped since someone has recently caught his eye. He is finding it extremely hard to remain faithful and sometimes slips over the line, but most of the time he keeps himself under control, mostly because he is so suprised that one girl could have such a huge effect over himself, enough to make him seriously think about stopping the man whore act anyway.
One of the things Lucius hates the most is the word "no." He is used to getting his own way and has always been his fathers favourite little son since day one, always getting what he wanted without having to even ask twice. Lucius if finding it difficult to realise that at Hogwarts, some people won't do everything he asks. This is exactly a huge problem for Lucius though as they are tonnes of people at Hogwarts that will do his bidding and she just calls upon them instead. Easy peasy. Lucius finds it easy to manipulate people at make them do what he wants and this could definitely be called one of his many talents.
Likes:
- Being in a large group of people
- Being the center of attention
- His hair
- Shopping
- Purebloods
- Anything orange flavoured
Dislikes:
- Muggles and mudblood
- Looking anything less than perfect
- Being ignored
- Pumpkin Juice
- Large expanses of water
Patronus:
A Wolf
Talents:
- Being able to intimidate just about anyone
- Getting the answer he wants from everyone
- Hearing what he wants to hear
- Quidditch
- Wearing everything and making it look good
Boggart:
Drowning with bad hair
Life Goals:
- To be a model
- To rid the world of mudbloods
- To be a quidditch star
- Be as rich and powerful as his father
- Ban the colour yellow
Family
Siblings: None
Personal History:
The day after Lucius was born on the 19th september, he was taken away and given to a nanny who looked after him up until the age of about eight. Lucius's father wouldn't nothing to do with his son until he got to the age where he could understand fully what he was saying and could take in what he wanted to teach him. Lucius had a pretty good childhood and enjoyed the years he spent with the woman his father had hired to look after him. She treated him well and allowed him to go out and play with the children. At about the age of eight, Lucius began to show signs of magical talent and soon he was whisked off to the Malfoy mansion where he would begin the lessons with his father.
Having never really met his father, Lucius just wanted to get the know the man, but he was having none of it. Instead, he sat him down and taught him about purebloods and how they were the only important people in the world. He told him of how they were still around and how he must help with ridding the world of them. Lucius, knowing no better thought whatever his father said must be correct and so automatically thought that this was the best way of doing things. And so Lucius grew up in the Malfoy mansion, gradually turning into a cold hearted child, just like his father had been.
Though many would call Lucius lucky, growing up in such a large house with such a rich and poweful family, Lucius would disagree and felt jealous towards all those small and happy families, the ones that actually loved each other and asked whether or not they had had a good day. Lucius learnt a lot from his father, but it was all about how purebloods were better and how mudbloods must be disposed off, nothing like learning how to ride his first broom or catch his first ball. Lucius only ever wanted his father to be proud of him, though nothing he ever did seemed to match up to the standards the man had set for him.
Just before his eleventh birthday, Lucius recieved his letter of acception to Hogwarts, something he knew was coming. So without even a congratulations, a hug or even a smile, Lucius got on the train at platform nine and three quarters and went off to begin his first day at the place that would soon become his favourite place to be. Lucius was obviously sorted into slytherin and soon made it clear that he would be the head of the group of slytherins he formed, picking all the members because of their blood type and the powers they possessed.
And so this continued over the years, Lucius staying at school all the time except for in the holidays where he would have no choice but to spend the time at home. Though he never said anything, Lucius was miserable at home and though he looked up to his father and thought the man was God, all he really wanted was to spend an after playing quidditch with him, or even just to get to know the man. But it never happened and soon Lucius gave up. When he went back to school, Lucius gave up on his schoolwork, coming to the conclusion that his father wouldn't care whether he was failing or passing. So with no homework to waste time on, Lucius had even more time to spend going out and getting drunk with his friends, playing quidditch and getting as many girls as possible.[/ul]
Other
[One I wrote for Remus.. lazy]
It was nearing midnight and Remus Lupin was currently asleep. Not for much longer though unfortunatly. Remus's bedroom wasn't large but there was enough for a decent size bed and all of the boy's things. It was decorated in a pale blue colour, supposedly to calm. Nothing would be able to calm Remus tonight. There was a window directly opposite the bed that Remus was fast asleep in, for the moment anyway. The window was rather large and Remus often looked out of it at night. He would look at the room and would wonder how many people, like him were looking at the moon. He always thought it was a beautiful thing and just looking at it made him fall asleep happy. Tonight would be the last night that Remus would think of the moon in a good way.
The window opened with a slam and Remus's eyes fluttered open suddenly. He sat up and looked across at the window. It was open, but there was nothing there. Remus got out the bed, curiosity getting the better of him and slowly made his way over to the window. He closed it and quickly ran back to bed. He jumped on it and pulled the covers up over his head. He had a bad feeling, like someone was watching him. It was all over quickly, something large and hairy pounced onto Remus and then it was off the bed and out of the window, with another large bang. Remus sat in bed paralysed. Why had the animal just left him? Why hadn't it killed him?
Remus's bedroom door was thrown open and in ran his parents, his father carrying a gun. They looked around the room and saw the window open. His father walked to the window and looked out, but there was obviously nothing there because he moved back to where Remus was sitting terrified on the bed. Remus said nothing and just kept looking at the same point on his arm. The place where the animals claws had just scraped the skin, where the skin had just been pierced. Remus still wondered why it was only a scratch but his father obvious had other ideas. He was back at the window and shouting into the night.
"My son!" he shouted with passion. "My only son!" Then he broke down on the floor, silent tears pouring down his face.
Remus would never look at the moon in the same way. Whereas it used to be beautiful, it was now a deadly sign. He knew that when it became full, he would have to transform and it would not be nice. He would lay awake at night staring at the moon and would wonder how many people were staring at that same moon at that moment. He wondered how many of them were werewolves.
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