Post by Scorpius Malfoy on Sept 2, 2009 21:33:06 GMT -5
[/b][/color] !> Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy <
"New blood joins this earth
And quickly he's subdued
Through constant pained disgrace
The young boy learns the rules"
>> Basic Information !Name:Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy
Nicknames: ... none unless you count Malfoy.
Gender: male
Birthday: October 29, 2006
Age: 16
Blood Status: Pure-blood
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Canon/Original: Canon
Occupation:None. Family riches are all he needs.
>> Appearance !Hair: He's always had hair a lot like his father's. It's a bit of a darker blond, but when the light hits it just right, it looks almost exactly the same as Draco's, a silvery blond. It's long, shoulder length, but usually well-kept. If it's not down, he's got it slicked up in some messy form, but it just looks right on him.
Eyes: He has eyes as gray as a storm, and they have a haunting resemblance to his father's.
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 150 pounds
Body type: He's rather slender, and has his father's build. Somewhat muscular, but not anything impressive.
Distinct features: His skin is ghostly pale, and his face very long, almost pointy even.
Celebrity Face: Boyd Holbrook
>> Personality !Likes:
- Being in control --He's authoritative and won't stand to be in 2nd place
- Independence -- He doesn't need friends. Really.
- Loyalty -- To be a traitor is the thing he could imagine
- Qudditch -- Best game ever invented
- Potions -- Fun to make, even more fun to use
- Girls -- Can't take his eyes off them
- Animals -- Hey, they don't judge
- Sarcasm -- It's what he lives and breathes.
- Irony -- It goes quite well with sarcasm, now doesnt it?
Dislikes:
- Being judged for his last name -- Just because his last name is Malfoy doesn't mean he's evil
- Cheesy movies or books -- why even write them?
- Homework -- It's a waste of time
- Rules -- Were they not made to be broken?
- Heat/ Hot days -- He'd prefer the cold to sweltering heat.
- Neon colors -- OUCH! Blinding colors. How about black instead?
Strengths:
- Patience -- He'll wait all day long
- Self-control -- Anger is not really an issue
- Devious -- A clever liar and cheater
- Stealthy -- He could almost hide in plain sight
Weaknesses:
- Need for revenge -- It's a curse, that one
- His family -- They mean more than most people think
- Really touchy about his heritage -- Bad-mouthing his family is pretty much the only thing that instantly gets a rise out of him.
- Despise for rules -- It gets him into way too much trouble
Habits:
- Clenches his jaw/grinds his teeth when irritated
- Distrusts people based on their looks
- Need for constant movement -- Foot-tapping, finger-drumming, leg-bobbing. Whatever.
- Always looks over his shoulder -- Slightly paranoid? Perhaps.
Secrets:
- Dislikes Slytherins
- Had to cheat off of Rose Weasely to pass his first year
- Is ashamed of his father
- Has a crush on several Gryffindor girls
- Is afraid of spiders
Boggart: To end up being as cowardly as his father
Patronus: His first day at Hogwarts
Mirror of Erised: For people to accept him
>> Background
Parents:Draco Malfoy -- 45 -- no job (he's already rich)[/size]
Astoria Malfoy (previously Greengrass) -- 43 -- no job (married a rich man)
Siblings: None
Extended Family:
Pets:none
Biography:
Being born into the Malfoy family has caused many complications for Scoprius. It has pretty much written his entire life. Even as a baby, people were already forming opinions of him. His own family believed that he would become a great and powerful, dark wizard who would work at Lord Voldemort's side, just as the rest of them had. Strangers too, believed that he was a bad seed from the beginning. As a child, it was not really his choice whether to excel in the art of dark magic or to parade in the light with his fellow students. From day one, his life was planned for him, but he would not let others decide his own fate.
They say that the blood coursing through Scoprius' veins is already tainted and that he will never be anything more than a threat to everyone around him, but they don't know him. As a young lad, he would often be fund helping injured birds that fell from their nests or drawing heart-felt pictures for his mother, Astoria. Of course, his father did not like that, and it soon came to an end, but the fact that he was a little boy with a big heart remained. However, as time passed, and he aged, his attitude became noticeably colder. It wasn't his fault. It was a decision the world had made for him by treating him with contempt.
He was home schooled by his parents. Draco Malfoy mostly went over the art of magic, though Scorpius was too young to actually perform anything that he was taught. It was still considered good for him to be exposed to it. His mother, on the other hand, instructed him on the mortal way of life, or more accurately, the subjects that were taught in muggle schools: science, arithmetic, reading, writing, and history. Of course, he didn't excel in anything. Scorpius was more interested in games and sports. It is needless to say that he didn't turn out quite the way his parents wanted him to.
Stuck between two worlds, Scorpius was disconnected from society. He grew up a bit of a loner, but life still passed by in a blur. Before he knew it, he was heading down the street, shopping for wands and school supplies with his father. He had gotten only the very best, as was the custom in the Malfoy family.
When the day finally came, and he'd loaded onto the train to Hogwarts, the boy could not have been happier. He was getting away from a stern, pushy father, and a cruel mother who only ever spoke about him becoming a powerful wizard. She, of course, wanted him to be prefect, while Draco would much rather just seen him do well in Quidditch. Apparently, there was a score to settle with Gryffindor. However, the joy of his first day was short-lived. By his second day at school, everything went down hill. At first, no one had recognized him, but pretty soon, things began to click. When he walked down the hall, all he could hear were whispers. To the other first-years, he was the son of someone evil. It was a wonder that he found friends, especially with the Potters and Weasleys around, but friends did eventually come.
Because of all the whispers, he became slightly paranoid, always looking over his shoulder as if someone were following him. Of course, by third-year, things had settled down. Most people had quite forming wrong opinions of him by then, but that's not to say that they were any more friendly. Not that he really wanted them to be. Second year went by with nothing special happenings. It was all pretty boring. Thid and fourth year were also pretty uneventful, but he became one of the top students in his class. He had some of the highest marks... had probably the most detentions given to a single student. Who's to say that the teachers just don't like him? That was completely possible, even understandable.
By now though, things had changed a little. Scorpius even spoke to the Potters and Weasleys in a friendly manner. However, that's not to say that any of them trusted or liked him. In fact, he was pretty sure they all hated him. Ah well. It made life interesting.
>> OOC Information[/b][/color] !
Name or Pen Name:Kio
Age:17
Gender:female
Experience:3 years
Why you joined:Same as before, I love Harry Potter, and I'm bored! ^^
Anything else: Thought I'd try again, with a male canon character.
RP Sample: Urgh. Not my best. Sorry, but samples stump me every time. ^^
It had been just another day for the young man. Potions. Defense against the dark arts, history. All of it was boring, well, until he decided to make it fun and pull some dirty tricks. Word spread fast, and first-years didn't hold back in the halls. They gave him a wide berth, as if he might actually jump out and try to get them. They also whispered about him, as if he was deaf to their squeaky, little voices. Idiots. At least his own House had finally quit watching their backs whenever he was around. Most of them still help him with indifference, but that was the way that things must be. Or more precisely, the way that his grandfather Lucius an father Draco made things to be. They shaped his life, so now he must suffer for their actions.
Staring into the mirror just above the ancient sink, Scorpius sighed and tiredly ran his hands over his face. He turned the faucet and let the cool water into his hands before splashing it onto his pale skin. A few seconds passed, and with a hand on either side of the sink, he just stared at his reflection. From the blue-gray eyes to the deathly pale skin and sharp, pointed features of his face, he was almost a cop of his father. More muscular perhaps, and maybe a little better looking, but that's not the way people saw him. When they looked at him, they believed they were staring into the face of Draco Malfoy, the boy death-eater. Reaching for a towel, he made sure to turn the water off, and then dried to chilly liquid from his face. As his eyes once more glanced over the man in the mirror, he clenched his jaw and through down the rag.
With something close to a growl, Scorpius stomped down the hall and stairs, back to the dormitory. However, sleep was the last thing on his mind. The young wizard snatched up a pair of faded jeans and a navy blue shirt. After tugging them on and forcing his feet into some black converse, he knocked on the end table next to one of the beds. A frail boy was dozing in beneath the covers, and as Scorpius's voice boomed from his throat, the other boy jumped and fell from the bed.
"Blurkey, Kiffer, come on you lazy dopes, let's get out of here." There were a few disoriented groans and protests, but soon enough, the other two were fully dressed at his side. "What do you say we explore that old forest a bit, huh?" Of course, the responses were both 'Why don't we sleep?' and 'Why the forest? Too far... Sleep sounds better.' Fixing them with a steel-eyed glare was all it took to make them bend, and they'd given into his suggestion with a shrug and a nod. "Now, that's more like it.
Grabbing his wand, just in case though he sincerely doubted he would even need to think about casting a spell other than lumos, he led Blurkey, a tall, lanky boy with greasy brown hair and freckles all over his face and Kiffer, an all around average fellow with flaming red hair, through the Hogwarts school and out to the school grounds. There was no telling how many times he'd done this and not gotten caught. Of course, there was also no telling how many times he'd sneaked out and had gotten caught.
For awhile, they were safe. Just as they were sauntering through the greenhouses,
an authoritative and unwelcome voice blared from behind the glass. It was an old man, one of the teacher's. He favored Hufflepuff above all other houses, but that didn't really help Scorpius.
"Malfoy! Blurkey! Kiffer!" It was curious that the instructor would be out so late, but that probably wasn't all that uncommon. He was most likely just gathering ingredients for the potion master or something. "Out after curfew. That's five points deducted for each of you." And so was life. Getting house points deducted because of Malfoy and his two friends.
Staring into the mirror just above the ancient sink, Scorpius sighed and tiredly ran his hands over his face. He turned the faucet and let the cool water into his hands before splashing it onto his pale skin. A few seconds passed, and with a hand on either side of the sink, he just stared at his reflection. From the blue-gray eyes to the deathly pale skin and sharp, pointed features of his face, he was almost a cop of his father. More muscular perhaps, and maybe a little better looking, but that's not the way people saw him. When they looked at him, they believed they were staring into the face of Draco Malfoy, the boy death-eater. Reaching for a towel, he made sure to turn the water off, and then dried to chilly liquid from his face. As his eyes once more glanced over the man in the mirror, he clenched his jaw and through down the rag.
With something close to a growl, Scorpius stomped down the hall and stairs, back to the dormitory. However, sleep was the last thing on his mind. The young wizard snatched up a pair of faded jeans and a navy blue shirt. After tugging them on and forcing his feet into some black converse, he knocked on the end table next to one of the beds. A frail boy was dozing in beneath the covers, and as Scorpius's voice boomed from his throat, the other boy jumped and fell from the bed.
"Blurkey, Kiffer, come on you lazy dopes, let's get out of here." There were a few disoriented groans and protests, but soon enough, the other two were fully dressed at his side. "What do you say we explore that old forest a bit, huh?" Of course, the responses were both 'Why don't we sleep?' and 'Why the forest? Too far... Sleep sounds better.' Fixing them with a steel-eyed glare was all it took to make them bend, and they'd given into his suggestion with a shrug and a nod. "Now, that's more like it.
Grabbing his wand, just in case though he sincerely doubted he would even need to think about casting a spell other than lumos, he led Blurkey, a tall, lanky boy with greasy brown hair and freckles all over his face and Kiffer, an all around average fellow with flaming red hair, through the Hogwarts school and out to the school grounds. There was no telling how many times he'd done this and not gotten caught. Of course, there was also no telling how many times he'd sneaked out and had gotten caught.
For awhile, they were safe. Just as they were sauntering through the greenhouses,
an authoritative and unwelcome voice blared from behind the glass. It was an old man, one of the teacher's. He favored Hufflepuff above all other houses, but that didn't really help Scorpius.
"Malfoy! Blurkey! Kiffer!" It was curious that the instructor would be out so late, but that probably wasn't all that uncommon. He was most likely just gathering ingredients for the potion master or something. "Out after curfew. That's five points deducted for each of you." And so was life. Getting house points deducted because of Malfoy and his two friends.
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