Post by Deleted on Nov 23, 2013 12:26:45 GMT -8
LUCIUS ABRAXAS MALFOY -- 18 -- SLYTHERIN
full name: Lucius Abraxas Malfoy
nicknames: Lucius isn't the sort to take nicknames lightly, endearing, offensive, or otherwise. During his fifth year as Slytherin prefect, and much to his dismay, he received a love letter in which the sender called him, Luscious Lucius. Needless to say, he did not relay this information to anyone else.
age: 18
birthplace: Wiltshire, England
blood-type: Pure-blood
sexuality: Straight
year/occupation: Seventh
three words to describe character: Cool-headed, conflicted, and calculating. Alliteration!
play by: Boyd Holbrook
When he was eight, Lucius Malfoy was admiring a vase rumored to have been owned by Salazar Slytherin, and a Malfoy family heirloom. He held it in his tiny hands, running his ringers over the silver-ridged grooves. Clumsy and awkward, as most young children are, Lucius dropped the vase and fled the scene. Later, his father Abraxas confronted him, asking him if it was he who broke the vase. Lucius readily blamed one of the house-elves. Unconvinced, Abraxas pressed him further. He warned Lucius that he would have to harshly punish said house-elf if he did in fact break the vase. Still, Lucius remained adamant in his accusation.
Lucius Malfoy is spoiled. He is a spoiled, rich brat, and he knows it. In fact, he takes an unnecessary amount of pride in this simple fact. Carrying himself with an air of superiority, Lucius will go to great lengths to prove his self-worth and dominance over those around him, and will go to even greater lengths to avoid the consequences of his self-indulgence. In his not-so-humble opinion, he is entitled to whatever he wants, whenever he wants, whether it’s the girl of his affections – affections being an overstatement, sadly - or an expensively obscure enchantment from Borgin and Burkes. For Lucius Malfoy, everything has a price, and everything can be bought.
Similarly, he doesn’t bother himself with relationships. Lucius regards people as opportunities for social-climbing. He treats relationships like a mercenary would; Lucius is not one to let his loyalties lie firmly in one person or group, but rather to whoever will better serve in his favor. He considers his circle friends to be puppets whose strings he can pull to his advantage. Need someone to pen his term paper? He can persuade his smartest mate to do it for him. Coveting the adoration of a particular professor? Bribe them with something they most desire – on his father’s galleons, of course. This is even more true for his view toward women, as trophies to be won rather than meaningful pursuits. Lucius doesn’t find himself to be particularly engaged in fulfilling friendships or passionate romances.
Besides being an A-class elitist, Lucius is a considerably serious sort. Rarely one to be the life of the party, Lucius is more prone to reflective thought than ceaseless partying. He has a tremendously composed demeanor. He is slow to smile, and even slower to laugh. There is nothing particularly inviting about him.
Beneath this stony, sly composure, however, is a coward. He is a silver-tongued devil, with a snippy, curt retort for just about anything. But all of this hides the soul of a boy who is terrified of his role within the grand scheme of things. Lucius is much more likely to save his own hide than do ‘the right thing,’ as it were.
Despite his faults, Lucius deeply loves his family. His greatest wish is to serve the Malfoy name well. He respects his parents more than anyone else and longs for nothing more than a family of his own. Lucius extends true, lasting love to very few people, but his family is certainly among them. When push comes to shove, Lucius will do anything to protect the few he keeps close to his heart. Moreover, though Lucius has a cold exterior, he is very reflective and sensitive. Especially as of late, Lucius is less certain about his role and what he should be doing with his life.
Lucius always enjoyed a good bath. He was very lazy and luxurious that way. Showers had never particularly appealed to him; you had to stand, which was less than relaxing, you were frequently in a state of half-warm, half-cold, and there were no bubbles. Lucius was very much a child, in that sense. Before he’d been made prefect, the only means of bathing available were showers, to Lucius’ refined dismay. Would it be wrong to admit that half the reason he applied to be a prefect was for the bathtubs? It was a berating day of interviews for the Wizard’s Cup and what Lucius really needed right now was a soothing bath, bubbles, and a book to read.
When he entered the quiet of the prefect’s bathroom, Lucius breathed a sweet sigh of relief. Away from the chaos of the corridors and the pestering of his fellow Slytherins in the Common Room, Lucius felt he could finally rejuvenate. There were few places at Hogwarts Lucius could really get a moment’s peace. There was always someone around, someone bugging him to play Wizard’s Chess, someone always badgering him with questions he didn’t care to give the answers to. Right now was prime Quidditch-practice time, lunch in the Great Hall had just come to a close, and most were to bothered with the thrill of the Wizard’s Cup and the gossip of the adjoining Ball, to even think about the Prefect’s bathroom. Lucius didn’t anticipate being disturbed.
He could scarcely wrap his head around everything that was happening now. School. The Wizard’s Cup. The Ball. It was all mounting on top of one another. He had received yet another letter from his dear, sweet mother, pestering him to find a date. To be honest, Lucius wasn’t even sure if he would go or now. Well, no, that wasn’t entirely true. Lucius fancied the idea of bailing on the event altogether, holing up in his dormitory to read, instead. But he knew he would have to go. His presence, particularly as a Malfoy, a Wizard Cup applicant, and a Prefect, would be expected. He didn’t anticipate on bringing a date, however. The trouble of some nitwit girl on his arm was the last thing he needed.
The bigger problem at the moment was the Wizard’s Cup. So far, Lucius had maintained a fairly cool head. He had tried to push the thought of the interviews to the back of his mind where it couldn’t bother him. But now the interview process was upon him, and he couldn’t keep burying his head in the sand.
Grabbing a copy of the book he was currently reading, Lolita by Vladimir Nobokov, Lucius swiftly undressed and slipped into the steaming waters of the bath. It was his own Edenic paradise.
nicknames: Lucius isn't the sort to take nicknames lightly, endearing, offensive, or otherwise. During his fifth year as Slytherin prefect, and much to his dismay, he received a love letter in which the sender called him, Luscious Lucius. Needless to say, he did not relay this information to anyone else.
age: 18
birthplace: Wiltshire, England
blood-type: Pure-blood
sexuality: Straight
year/occupation: Seventh
three words to describe character: Cool-headed, conflicted, and calculating. Alliteration!
play by: Boyd Holbrook
When he was eight, Lucius Malfoy was admiring a vase rumored to have been owned by Salazar Slytherin, and a Malfoy family heirloom. He held it in his tiny hands, running his ringers over the silver-ridged grooves. Clumsy and awkward, as most young children are, Lucius dropped the vase and fled the scene. Later, his father Abraxas confronted him, asking him if it was he who broke the vase. Lucius readily blamed one of the house-elves. Unconvinced, Abraxas pressed him further. He warned Lucius that he would have to harshly punish said house-elf if he did in fact break the vase. Still, Lucius remained adamant in his accusation.
Lucius Malfoy is spoiled. He is a spoiled, rich brat, and he knows it. In fact, he takes an unnecessary amount of pride in this simple fact. Carrying himself with an air of superiority, Lucius will go to great lengths to prove his self-worth and dominance over those around him, and will go to even greater lengths to avoid the consequences of his self-indulgence. In his not-so-humble opinion, he is entitled to whatever he wants, whenever he wants, whether it’s the girl of his affections – affections being an overstatement, sadly - or an expensively obscure enchantment from Borgin and Burkes. For Lucius Malfoy, everything has a price, and everything can be bought.
Similarly, he doesn’t bother himself with relationships. Lucius regards people as opportunities for social-climbing. He treats relationships like a mercenary would; Lucius is not one to let his loyalties lie firmly in one person or group, but rather to whoever will better serve in his favor. He considers his circle friends to be puppets whose strings he can pull to his advantage. Need someone to pen his term paper? He can persuade his smartest mate to do it for him. Coveting the adoration of a particular professor? Bribe them with something they most desire – on his father’s galleons, of course. This is even more true for his view toward women, as trophies to be won rather than meaningful pursuits. Lucius doesn’t find himself to be particularly engaged in fulfilling friendships or passionate romances.
Besides being an A-class elitist, Lucius is a considerably serious sort. Rarely one to be the life of the party, Lucius is more prone to reflective thought than ceaseless partying. He has a tremendously composed demeanor. He is slow to smile, and even slower to laugh. There is nothing particularly inviting about him.
Beneath this stony, sly composure, however, is a coward. He is a silver-tongued devil, with a snippy, curt retort for just about anything. But all of this hides the soul of a boy who is terrified of his role within the grand scheme of things. Lucius is much more likely to save his own hide than do ‘the right thing,’ as it were.
Despite his faults, Lucius deeply loves his family. His greatest wish is to serve the Malfoy name well. He respects his parents more than anyone else and longs for nothing more than a family of his own. Lucius extends true, lasting love to very few people, but his family is certainly among them. When push comes to shove, Lucius will do anything to protect the few he keeps close to his heart. Moreover, though Lucius has a cold exterior, he is very reflective and sensitive. Especially as of late, Lucius is less certain about his role and what he should be doing with his life.
Lucius always enjoyed a good bath. He was very lazy and luxurious that way. Showers had never particularly appealed to him; you had to stand, which was less than relaxing, you were frequently in a state of half-warm, half-cold, and there were no bubbles. Lucius was very much a child, in that sense. Before he’d been made prefect, the only means of bathing available were showers, to Lucius’ refined dismay. Would it be wrong to admit that half the reason he applied to be a prefect was for the bathtubs? It was a berating day of interviews for the Wizard’s Cup and what Lucius really needed right now was a soothing bath, bubbles, and a book to read.
When he entered the quiet of the prefect’s bathroom, Lucius breathed a sweet sigh of relief. Away from the chaos of the corridors and the pestering of his fellow Slytherins in the Common Room, Lucius felt he could finally rejuvenate. There were few places at Hogwarts Lucius could really get a moment’s peace. There was always someone around, someone bugging him to play Wizard’s Chess, someone always badgering him with questions he didn’t care to give the answers to. Right now was prime Quidditch-practice time, lunch in the Great Hall had just come to a close, and most were to bothered with the thrill of the Wizard’s Cup and the gossip of the adjoining Ball, to even think about the Prefect’s bathroom. Lucius didn’t anticipate being disturbed.
He could scarcely wrap his head around everything that was happening now. School. The Wizard’s Cup. The Ball. It was all mounting on top of one another. He had received yet another letter from his dear, sweet mother, pestering him to find a date. To be honest, Lucius wasn’t even sure if he would go or now. Well, no, that wasn’t entirely true. Lucius fancied the idea of bailing on the event altogether, holing up in his dormitory to read, instead. But he knew he would have to go. His presence, particularly as a Malfoy, a Wizard Cup applicant, and a Prefect, would be expected. He didn’t anticipate on bringing a date, however. The trouble of some nitwit girl on his arm was the last thing he needed.
The bigger problem at the moment was the Wizard’s Cup. So far, Lucius had maintained a fairly cool head. He had tried to push the thought of the interviews to the back of his mind where it couldn’t bother him. But now the interview process was upon him, and he couldn’t keep burying his head in the sand.
Grabbing a copy of the book he was currently reading, Lolita by Vladimir Nobokov, Lucius swiftly undressed and slipped into the steaming waters of the bath. It was his own Edenic paradise.
ALLISON -- 21 -- NO OTHER CHARACTERS
