Post by PROFESSOR DRACO MALFOY ! on Feb 28, 2009 15:59:15 GMT -5
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I BEEN ROAMIN' AROUND ,
[/font]I BEEN ROAMIN' AROUND ,
always lookin' down at all i see
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DRACO ABARAXAS MALFOY[/CENTER]
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PAINTED FACES FILL ,
[/font]PAINTED FACES FILL ,
the spaces i can't reach
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NICKNAMES: Draco , Mr. Malfoy , Ferret [ifyouwannadie]
AGE: 27
D.O.B.: June 5, 1980
ALLEGIANCE: Death Eaters
PROFESSION: Death Eater, aside from that nothing
WAND TYPE: Hawthorn and unicorn hair, 10 inches, reasonably springy
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YOU KNOW THAT I ,
[/font]YOU KNOW THAT I ,
could use somebody
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EYE COLOUR: Steel grey / blue
HEIGHT: 6''4
WEIGHT: 210lbs
BODY TYPE: Lithe, a "seekers" build
VOICE: Smooth, but icy, tends to carry
PERSONAL STYLE: Prefers the latest fashions and proper "wizarding" attire.
GENERAL DESCRIPTION:
Being a man of high blood, Draco has been rather high maintenance all of his life. He's always held high standards for himself and his wardrobe, and this shows by the way he carries himself. He's never one to slouch, instead carrying himself with a regal air and proper posture. Being rather tall, Draco has been known to use this to his advantage. While not like his father in the sense that he needs to run absolutely everything and be everywhere at once, Draco gets what he wants when he wants it, and doesn't need others to get it for him. When he walks down a hallway, people tend to notice him, and not just because of his piercing eyes or his name: it's his presence. He presents himself in a manner that is rather eye-catching, and most tend to defer to him if he wishes entrance to a room while they wish to enter as well, or if he reaches for the same item at the same time.
Another thing you will notice, is his selection of clothing. They're all high fashion, those vintage pieces you see models wearing with slightly modern twists thrown in. He's high maintenance in almost every aspect, and his wardrobe is no different. He has all the major name brands residing in his closet, and takes care to add new names every chance he gets. He never wears the same thing more than necessary, which is normally no more than three times if he can manage. He makes no attempts to show off for the world, it's just his own standards he lives by and what he expects of himself. His father and mother's pressure also help in the matter.
His height dictates his body type, as does his position on the quidditch team. Being the old Slytherin seeker, his body is rather lithe and slightly muscled. He isn't a body builder by any standard, but he has enough muscle that some would be put off by it if he were to ever get into a fight. Malfoy's, however, don't "fight" by physical means. It's below them.
His facial features are a dead give away that he is a Malfoy. Pale, and rather pointed, his face shows nothing but slight boredom and disgust. Naturally, he has an excellent poker face passed down from generations of Malfoys and Blacks before him. Almost never does he give away emotions, keeping the outside world at a distant as he has been taught to do all of his life. Emotion, it seems, is also below a Malfoy. Or, strong ones, that is. A bit of annoyance, or surprise, or even happiness, has been known to pop up from time to time. His facial hair is limited most of the time, as he prefers himself without any. Sometimes, though, he'll allow himself to grow a little bit of facial hair just for the hell of it, and for a bit of change.
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AND ALL YOU KNOW ,
[/font]AND ALL YOU KNOW ,
and how you speak
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CHARACTER DISLIKES: idiots, careless mistakes, cheap items, tasteless design/ers, bright neon colours, senseless music, loud noise, dodgy eateries, being the least bit sick, allergies, the high expectations that come with the Malfoy name, being preassured, extreme cold, hurricanes and most other tropical storms, extreme dry conditions such as deserts
GOALS:
- find a women he truly loves before his parents find a wife for him.
- take part in a professional quidditch team
- in the end, please his father at all cost
BOGGART: His biggest fear, something that will, at times, keep him up at night, is the fear that he may be disowned. Being a bit of a rebel in the Malfoy's eyes, Scorpius has always feared this may be a possibility. He tries his hardest to keep on his families good side, and to stay there, to avoid this.
PATRONUS: Draco, being a Malfoy, has many memories that he remembers well. The one that stands out most, though, is the first Quidditch match he won when he was seven years old. He was on a team made up of kids from his neighborhood [all respectable pureblood families, of course], against a rivaling team from another pureblood neighborhood. He'd just snatched the snitch, and won the game. He'll never forget, even though he was so young, his Father's face when he turned on his broom and gave that golden ball a shake towards him.
DEMENTOR: His worst memory was the night he killed Albus Dumbledore. This memory has kept him awake at night more than a few times, and he's awoken to nightmares in a cold sweat whenever he's managed to get asleep after going over this memory in his head.
AMORENTIA:
- that damp grass-and-dirt smell right after rainstorms.
- cooking food; he can be found lounging around the kitchens because of this.
- women's perfume. he loves the dainty scent of it, and buys all of his girlfriends and lady friends bottles of the stuff for an excuse to smell it.
BASIC PERSONALITY: vain, sarcastic, narrow minded, intelligent, witty, sly, calm, vicious, detail oriented, pompous
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COUNTLESS LOVERS ,
[/font]COUNTLESS LOVERS ,
under cover of the streets
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MOTHER: Narcissa Malfoy
BROTHER(S): --
SISTER(S): --
OTHER: Nearly all Purebloods are related directly or indirectly to Draco.
BLOOD STATUS: Purest of the Pure
HOMETOWN: Wiltshire
CURRENT RESIDENCE: Malfoy Manor, Wiltshire
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I HOPE IT'S GONNA MAKE ,
[/font]I HOPE IT'S GONNA MAKE ,
you notice someone like me,
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RP EXPERIENCE: 5yrs about
HOW YOU FOUND US: I uh ... yeah I created you O-o
OTHER CHARACTERS: none as of now :3
RP SAMPLE:
vesher spent most of his time down to business, working harder than nearly all of the interns he was surrounded by put together. he wanted to be a doctor more than anything, and he intended to become the best of his kind. a spotless lab coat lay beside him, strew next to a pile of books all from the extensive medical library that was next to the hospital. he was on break, and he intended to use the time to accomplish something.
his finger traced one line of text, glasses drooping until they rested unsteadily on nearly the tip of his nose. suddenly, his fingertip stopped at one word and his finger pressed down slightly on it, and the man became, visibly, all the more absorbed. vesher's eyes were sharp and intense, taking in the words as if they held the answer to the riddle that was life. most didn't pay attention to their studies as he did, vesher being beyond dedicated to what he did. it was his life, his passion, his love.
his hand skimmed the other page, brushing slightly against the pile of unturned pages laying heavy against the table. flipping to the next side, vesher's eyes darted to his left when a shadow fell over him, casting him in darkness and blotting out his reading light. a snarl twisted his otherwise handsome features, as he peered upwards to the perpetrator. "do you-" his words were cut off as a grin encompassed his face. it wasn't some stupid intern that worked beside him, nor was it some pathetic little excuse for a doctor come to bother him for advice or something of the sort. it was one of his "friends", or as close to a friend as vesher had ever had.
after a few moments of heated discussion between the two, vesher only putting in his argument and side half-heartedly for he knew in the end he'd lose, the man began gathering his books. after every last one had been put in it's proper place, the lamp shut off, and a silent wave of thanks to the librarian given, vesher was on his way to lunch. normally he didn't eat, after all lunch was such a trivial thing at the time they had it! but carrigan seemed to think vesher needed to fill up before their next shift began, and the man seemed to win all the arguments between them.
the sunshine almost blinded him when they exited the building, as he'd been couped up in the library's darkest corner for at least twenty five minutes by now. the doctors weren't the only lab-coat wearing pedestrians- in fact, most of the traffic heading out of or into the library were doctors on break or just coming off of their shifts. slate city had the largest medical library there was, and even doctors from out of state would travel there just to read up on things.
brushing his hands against the front of his lab coat, smoothing it out over his maroon sweater and beige slacks. in the breast pocket, two pens were held along with a notepad. his shoes, of course, were sturdy loafers.
they walked at a rather fast paced speed, which would have challenged any other person to keep up with them. both being quite tall, though, it was a natural pace for them. they normally had to bring to an almost unbearably slow pace in order to keep behind their attending at a respectable distance. vesher didn't mind so much, though to him it always felt as if he were moving at a snail's pace and he couldn't say he enjoyed that in the least. no, vesher was a man who enjoyed getting things done as quickly, quietly, and efficiently as possible- that meant going at his normal pace.
his movements were graceful, and fluid, earning him a few looks from the females he passed. he looked cool and confident, the aura that shrouded him purely masculine and almost dangerous. it didn't help that the daemon that trotted faithfully by his side was a Lynx- a mysterious sign if anything.
lorelei panted slightly as she was apt to do, looking at nothing but what stood before them.
finally, they entered the building, though the light refused to dim. the white hallways and floor of the hospital reflected their powerful lamps to create almost an illusion of glowing. it was a slightly surreal look, though vesher paid it no mind. he really didn't notice anything going on around him at the time, his two main objectives being get to the cafeteria, and be on the look out for any doctors that may need help.
they crossed through many wings, some filled with sleeping babies, another the psych ward. the "crazies", as some called them, rewarded their entrance with demands for things like drugs, and freedom. they paid them no heed, however, and kept at the same pace. the cafeteria was only about a hundred yards away- they could see the entrance once they turned the next bend.
lorelei looked upwards, bringing vesher's attention there as well, spotting his attending. she was a pretty woman, no matter her age, who had a good head on her shoulders and was one of the only doctors that vesher openly admired and respected. he thought they had a sort of mutual respect, in a way. he knew she must have taken into account his work ethic and drive to please those who he deemed worthy of it. he definitely deemed her worthy; she was the type of doctor who he thought deserved to be at such a prestigious hospital.
hearing a beeping sound, vesher narrowed his eyes at his friend, who threw up his hands n apology then raced out the door. looks like he was going on call early. leaving vesher alone in a cafeteria.
oh joy.
walking to the counter with a fluid grace, lorelei at his heels, vesher picked up a tray. on it, he placed a bowl of chicken noodle soup, a fruit cup, along with a grilled cheese sandwich and a carton of milk. yes, a strange combination, but he would enjoy it none the less. sliding down the line, he spotted a piece of chocolate cake and grabbed it, seeing as it was small.
once he'd paid, he worked his way back to his attendant's placement. might as well sit next to her- all the other seats were taken. standing at the side of the table, he gave a hesitant smile. "is this seat taken?" he asked, gesturing to the seat across from her.
his finger traced one line of text, glasses drooping until they rested unsteadily on nearly the tip of his nose. suddenly, his fingertip stopped at one word and his finger pressed down slightly on it, and the man became, visibly, all the more absorbed. vesher's eyes were sharp and intense, taking in the words as if they held the answer to the riddle that was life. most didn't pay attention to their studies as he did, vesher being beyond dedicated to what he did. it was his life, his passion, his love.
his hand skimmed the other page, brushing slightly against the pile of unturned pages laying heavy against the table. flipping to the next side, vesher's eyes darted to his left when a shadow fell over him, casting him in darkness and blotting out his reading light. a snarl twisted his otherwise handsome features, as he peered upwards to the perpetrator. "do you-" his words were cut off as a grin encompassed his face. it wasn't some stupid intern that worked beside him, nor was it some pathetic little excuse for a doctor come to bother him for advice or something of the sort. it was one of his "friends", or as close to a friend as vesher had ever had.
after a few moments of heated discussion between the two, vesher only putting in his argument and side half-heartedly for he knew in the end he'd lose, the man began gathering his books. after every last one had been put in it's proper place, the lamp shut off, and a silent wave of thanks to the librarian given, vesher was on his way to lunch. normally he didn't eat, after all lunch was such a trivial thing at the time they had it! but carrigan seemed to think vesher needed to fill up before their next shift began, and the man seemed to win all the arguments between them.
the sunshine almost blinded him when they exited the building, as he'd been couped up in the library's darkest corner for at least twenty five minutes by now. the doctors weren't the only lab-coat wearing pedestrians- in fact, most of the traffic heading out of or into the library were doctors on break or just coming off of their shifts. slate city had the largest medical library there was, and even doctors from out of state would travel there just to read up on things.
brushing his hands against the front of his lab coat, smoothing it out over his maroon sweater and beige slacks. in the breast pocket, two pens were held along with a notepad. his shoes, of course, were sturdy loafers.
they walked at a rather fast paced speed, which would have challenged any other person to keep up with them. both being quite tall, though, it was a natural pace for them. they normally had to bring to an almost unbearably slow pace in order to keep behind their attending at a respectable distance. vesher didn't mind so much, though to him it always felt as if he were moving at a snail's pace and he couldn't say he enjoyed that in the least. no, vesher was a man who enjoyed getting things done as quickly, quietly, and efficiently as possible- that meant going at his normal pace.
his movements were graceful, and fluid, earning him a few looks from the females he passed. he looked cool and confident, the aura that shrouded him purely masculine and almost dangerous. it didn't help that the daemon that trotted faithfully by his side was a Lynx- a mysterious sign if anything.
lorelei panted slightly as she was apt to do, looking at nothing but what stood before them.
finally, they entered the building, though the light refused to dim. the white hallways and floor of the hospital reflected their powerful lamps to create almost an illusion of glowing. it was a slightly surreal look, though vesher paid it no mind. he really didn't notice anything going on around him at the time, his two main objectives being get to the cafeteria, and be on the look out for any doctors that may need help.
they crossed through many wings, some filled with sleeping babies, another the psych ward. the "crazies", as some called them, rewarded their entrance with demands for things like drugs, and freedom. they paid them no heed, however, and kept at the same pace. the cafeteria was only about a hundred yards away- they could see the entrance once they turned the next bend.
lorelei looked upwards, bringing vesher's attention there as well, spotting his attending. she was a pretty woman, no matter her age, who had a good head on her shoulders and was one of the only doctors that vesher openly admired and respected. he thought they had a sort of mutual respect, in a way. he knew she must have taken into account his work ethic and drive to please those who he deemed worthy of it. he definitely deemed her worthy; she was the type of doctor who he thought deserved to be at such a prestigious hospital.
hearing a beeping sound, vesher narrowed his eyes at his friend, who threw up his hands n apology then raced out the door. looks like he was going on call early. leaving vesher alone in a cafeteria.
oh joy.
walking to the counter with a fluid grace, lorelei at his heels, vesher picked up a tray. on it, he placed a bowl of chicken noodle soup, a fruit cup, along with a grilled cheese sandwich and a carton of milk. yes, a strange combination, but he would enjoy it none the less. sliding down the line, he spotted a piece of chocolate cake and grabbed it, seeing as it was small.
once he'd paid, he worked his way back to his attendant's placement. might as well sit next to her- all the other seats were taken. standing at the side of the table, he gave a hesitant smile. "is this seat taken?" he asked, gesturing to the seat across from her.
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OFF IN THE NIGHT ,
[/font]OFF IN THE NIGHT ,
while you live it up
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