MALFOY, Lucius Abraxas

LUCIUS ABRAXAS 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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(FULL NAME ) : Lucius Abraxas Malfoy
( NICKNAMES ) : Lucius isn't the sort to take nicknames - endearing, offensive, or otherwise lightly. However, 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.
( SEX ) : Male
( BLOOD TYPE ) : Pure-Blood
( AGE & DOB ) : Seventeen, January 13
( YEAR ) : Seventh
( HOUSE ) : Slytherin
( CANON? ) : Yes
( OCCUPATION ) : Student and future Death Eater
( AFFILIATION ) : Death Eater (unofficially)
( SEXUAL ORIENTATION ) : Heterosexual
( WAND ) : 18 inches, Dragon Heartstring, Elm, seems to lend itself well to the dark arts and dueling, etc.

( LIKES ) :

• Reading
  
• Astronomy
  
• Cats
  
• Rainy weather
  
• Refinement
  
• Power
  
• Early mornings and late nights
  
• Strolls
  
• Secretly likes classical 'muggle' music, particularly Chopin, Stravinsky, Wagner, and Tchaikovsky. He'll never admit this, of course.
  

( DISLIKES ) :

• Anyone who doesn't fit his narrow-minded paradigm of what's 'right' or 'normal'
  
• Muggle studies
  
• Change
  
• Mortality
  
• Dogs
  
• The Marauders and the rest of the non-Slytherin riff-raff
  
• Weakness
  
• Practical jokes
  
• Loud or sudden noises
  

( STRENGTHS ) :

• Cunning - beneath his sly, stony composure, Lucius is always calculating a few moves ahead.
  
• Academics - a student with exceptionally high marks, his professors have frequently praised his skill, particularly with dueling, defense against the dark arts, and potions.
  
• Persuasive - there is little Lucius can't convince someone to do
  
• Cool-headed - it takes a lot to unnerve him.
  
• Loving - this part of Lucius goes out to a rare few, but when he does truly love someone, family or friend, he will do whatever he can for them.
  

( WEAKNESSES ) :

• Cowardly - though he presents himself otherwise, Lucius is fearful of many things and will do little to stand up to them
  
• Spoiled - raised with every conceivable refinement, Lucius is conditioned to getting what he wants whenever he wants
  
• Apathetic - unless your interests are his interests, Lucius isn't the kind to be particularly caring of other peoples' problems.
  
• Opportunistic - he will go to any end to get what he wants, regardless of the consequences or who he hurts in the process
  
• Elitist - are you a mud-blood? Half-breed? Middle-class? Then don't bother wasting your breath on him.
  

( AMORTENTIA ) :

• Chocolate, though he never indulges
  
• Sandalwood
  
• Rain
  
• Peppermint
  

( RIDDIKULUS! ) : Causing his family shame.
( EXPECTO PATRONUM! ) : Being sorted in Slytherin and becoming a 'true' Malfoy
( DEMENTOR'S KISS ) : Being reprimanded by his father during a childhood flying lesson in which he fell off the broom and broke his arm.
( MIRROR OF ERISED ) : He would tell others it would be to honorably serve his family name and become a famous, powerful wizard of widespread notoriety. Inwardly, however, his greatest desire is to have a son and be a proud father.
( PERSONALITY ) : 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 have relationships, he has connections. 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. People are disposable, and better suited when they are to his advantage.

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. Lucius is naturally drawn to the dark and the depraved, but he does so with a tremendously composed demeanor. He is slow to smile, and even slower to laugh. There is nothing particularly inviting about him. In fact, Lucius is nothing short of cruel and bigoted.

Beneath this stony, sly composure, however, is a coward. He is a silver-tongued devil, with a snippy 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. Finicky in his loyalties and overly reliant on his family wealth, it truly would not take much to reduce Lucius to shambles. He is incapable of understanding the bigger picture or the meaning of sacrifice.

Despite his faults, Lucius is deeply loving of 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, even if it means death.

Presently, Lucius is in a state of transition. Don’t worry. He’s not about to go rubbing elbows with filthy mud-bloods or anyone of that sort. He understands his future as a Death Eater and his purpose in serving the Dark Lord. He prides himself in his blood-status and still looks down upon those of ‘lesser purity.’ However, he is fearful of a war that will surely come. He is fearful of his own mortality, the future state of the wizarding world, and his role to play in everything. Lucius is beginning to question everything that was taught to him as a boy, and wonders if all of the lessons were as true as he always believed they were.

( HAIR ) : The Malfoy family, particularly the males, have a strong knack for resembling one another. Lucius is no exception. He has the same fine, white-blonde hair of his father which he sports in a short, slicked-back style.
( EYES ) : Narrow grey eyes with pale lashes that seem to be set in a perpetual glare.
( FACIAL STRUCTURE ) : Lucius is delicately featured, possessing a fair complexion, arched eyebrows, a pointed, aristocratic nose, defined chin, and prominent cheek bones, lending himself to having a somewhat 'spectral' appearance.
( BODY STRUCTURE ) : Tall and imposing, Lucius is neither lanky nor particularly muscular. His body, though lean and toned due to his youth, is for the most part, average.
( ATTIRE ) : Having a keen eye for flair, Lucius is never one to look drab or unstylish. He considers himself blessed with impeccable taste and never fails to flaunt this particular talent of his. His robes are always without stray lint or stain, his trousers always pressed, and his shirts and jackets always tailored to fit his frame.

Recently, however, Lucius has become more experimental with his appearance. Doubting his role within the Malfoy family, the Dark Lord’s campaign, and his overall place in the wizarding world, Lucius is beginning to become questioning of all the fundamentals he was raised on. Some days, lately, he has appeared less-than-chic, hair a bedhead mess, occasionally stubble around the jawline. His closest friends are beginning to wonder about his outward appearance, and its reflection of his present inner turmoil.

( PLAY-BY ) : Boyd Holbrook

( PARENTS ) : Abraxas Malfoy - Father, 42, Ministry of Magic official Lilith Malfoy - Mother, 38, Socialite
( SIBLINGS ) : None
( OTHERS ) : None
( HISTORY ) :Lucius’s early life was a luxurious one. Born and raised in Wiltshire, England at the Malfoy Manor, Lucius quickly became accustomed to all the delights and extravagances his affluence could bring him. He was raised to understand and prize the importance of blood-purity and social standing. The Malfoy home was stern and uninviting. Instead of love and affection, Lucius was raised with grimness and remoteness. He was raised to be the best of the best, flocked with private tutors even before his studies at Hogwarts, given early flying lessons, and given the very finest in clothes, cohorts, possessions, and so forth.

Upon arriving to Hogwarts, he was immediately disliked by most, save for Slytherins. There were even some Slytherins who resented his frequent tendency to lord his wealth and prominence over the other students. Even still, many vied for his attention due simply for social-climbing. It can be guessed then, that Lucius likely has very few if none true friends. Made a prefect in his fifth year, Lucius is now a member of the Slug Club, and enjoying his last year at Hogwarts before beginning his life alongside the Dark Lord.

( ALIAS ) : Allison, but I'll pretty much answer to anything from 'Ally Pally' to 'hey you!'
( AGE ) : 20
( EXPERIENCE ) : I've been role-playing an embarrassingly long time
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( ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE ) : From a Victorian Era role-play

“I’m sorry, I must have misheard. You are what?”

From the perspective of the parlor window, Gabriel Whittington could see the vast expanse of the Whittington grounds, and all that sprawled beyond it. At the first gesture of morning, the sun rose from its lonesome bedding of dark clouds. The stars had faded into the pale teal of the sky. A light fog had clung to everything in sight, casting the entirety of the place in an unnatural paleness, as if the world was only half-awake. As the day progressed, the sun had gleamed brighter although the fog still prevailed. Gabriel was fond of days like this; days when a storm stood at the edge of a precipice, and the world was holding its breath in anticipation. Gabriel could have stared on forever had it not been for his friend’s incredulous explanation.

With a frank expression, Gabriel half-turned to face his friend who sat reclined in the red velvet armchair. Deciding the conversation would require more than his half-hearted attention, he moved to sit in the chair opposite his friend, and folded his arms calmly.
“Your hearing is fine, Rupert. I’m engaged.”

“Oh what is that outside? One of the Groomsmen of the Apocalypse?”

A rare smile – albeit, a wry one – appeared faintly on his lips. “You jest but the fact remains the same. I’ll be wed soon and quietly.”

“My condolences to the bride.”

Gabriel laughed then. He and Lord Rupert Doyle had been close friends since Gabriel had attended university. Unlike most of the Victorian social scheme, Rupert readily welcomed friends, was unconcerned with the reputation of others, and didn’t pass his time debating scientific theories and discussing Her Majesty’s health. And unlike Gabriel, Rupert was adventurous and daring. He was always without fear, wild in a certain sense. The ginger-haired lord was for the most part Gabriel’s only friend other than the odd acquaintance. This was perhaps unusual, but Gabriel decided Rupert was exciting enough for twenty people.
“Who is she? She must be a half-fit or completely desperate to consent to marrying you.”

This brought forth a hesitation on Gabriel’s part. He knew the woman’s name, what she looked like, her family circumstance, but he really knew nothing substantial about her. “Olivia Stephens, a viscount’s step-daughter apparently. I sent a note to the viscount and he accepted my proposal readily. To be honest I was a little taken aback. I would have thought, as a viscount, he might want to weigh his options.”

“Perhaps she’s a dog.”

“Charming, Rupert. No, I’ve seen her in person. I didn’t speak to her, of course. But…”

“Yes?”

“She’s actually quite lovely,” he was silent for a beat and then shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. “Although I suppose she could be a real imbecile. She is, after all, several years past her debut.”

“Men don’t care about intelligence, Gabriel. The only thing we care about is how willing the girl-”

“You can stop right there,” Despite the crudity, Gabriel smiled fondly at his friend, but once more his expression became thoughtful. “I know it’s unorthodox, but I actually care about those things. If I’m going to be tied at the wrist to her for the rest of my life—“

“That a boy!” Rupert cheered.

“—I ‘d like to be able to discuss something other than crinolines and Lady Devonshire’s masquerades.”

Gabriel supposed he’d had, by the standards of the modest time, a good deal of sex for his age. Women, or a certain kind of girl, liked him. He was what middle-class women fancied; a handsome, wealthy man who had his share of troubles and consequently was willing to look past theirs. The scandalous vixens of the aristocracy liked him because he was the sort they could spend a clandestine night with and delight in the adrenaline the day after. They had slept with Gabriel Whittington! They could secretly lay claim to seducing the bastard! He was their concealed accomplishment, the man they coyly smiled about in the dark of the night as they lay in the sanctity of their beds. He of course had money and a family name. He wasn’t ugly and even more important, he had his loneliness, which as every fool knew was a deadly weapon with women.

He did not collect conquests, but by the time he had left University he was a half a dozen girls away from virginity, a respectable feat considering the prudishness of many of the women, and the risk of a love affair on a presumably ‘innocent’ girl’s reputation. Beyond these sexual experiences, however, he had been unsuccessful in formal relationships. This was to be expected, of course. No proper lady of society wanted him. He was wealthy. His grandfather was to this day a revered figure in the social scene despite having long passed. However, he was unclean. His reputation was blackened. His social behavior was questionable at best. To put it frankly, no self-respecting woman would risk courting Gabriel Whittington if they dared care about their social future.

What was worse was that all of the scandal surrounding him was not of his doing. He had to suffer for the consequences of his family. Rather than be given the benefit of the doubt as a victim, he was the one to endure the exchanged glances and quiet laughs. His family, who was to be rightly blamed, had been able to get out easy; his grandfather was long dead and his father was too drunk to care. Meanwhile Gabriel sought the privacy of his estate, too sick to bother with the gossip, and too sick to change anything.

Which was why when he had spied Olivia Stephens, he felt he had found an opportunity at long last. She was perfect. She was older than most unmarried women and therefore, probably didn’t have many suitors drooling after her skirts, thus securing the likelihood of his marriage proposal. More so, she wasn’t awful to look at. Gabriel wagered she looked better than most of the wives of his peers. He wanted someone who would not bother him. He wanted someone who would finally dispel all of those rumors and give him a chance at a normal, quiet life, devoid of gossip and overeager whispers.

Admittedly, Gabriel had a nose for emotional blackmail. He thought it must be nice to be totally alone in the world, to have no family ties. He liked the idea of a wall of glass between him and the rest of the world. He had a desolate estate by the seaside. He had never been there but had inherited it from his grandfather upon his death. Often he dreamed about leaving this place and going there forever. It was idyllic. He dreamed about standing on a ledge at the sea and the edge of the world. He would watch the stasrk white birds dip and wheel against the grey sky, watch the lightning flash in the distance, listen to the sounds of the waves swelling and swelling against the bay. It was there, he was certain – the life he had always wanted. Yet something unnamable continued to hold him back.
As the afternoon waned, Rupert excused himself as his in-laws were intending to visiting – of which he was dreading – and knew his wife would be sour if he did not at least pretend he cared.

Evening came – sooner than he had anticipated - and Gabriel arrived at the Stephens estate just before the rain began to fall. He was surprised at how nervous he was; he hadn’t expected this, at all. After all, he wasn’t concerned with impressing anyone. The deal was done. The viscount was aware of both his immense wealth and his tasteless reputation. He wasn’t looking for love or the perfect companion. This was tradition. This was what had to be done. He had thought he had convinced himself that he didn’t care what the rest of the aristocracy of London thought about him; but now he realized that it was their acceptance that he wanted more than ever.