DRACO ABRAXAS MALFOY
Name: Draco Abraxas Malfoy
Date of Birth: June 5, 1980
Blood status: Purest of the pure!
Year : Probably 6 or 7
House : Slytherin, obviously.
Occupation : Student.
More detailed description:
Sexuality : Straight, make no mistake on that.
Wand : Hawthorn, 14 inches, Dragon-Heart string.
Loyalties : Death Eaters, but really? His family and himself.
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Appearance
Height : 6'1"
Weight : 150, he's very slender and thin.
Hair and Eyes : White hair and grey eyes.
Manner of Dress: Oh, c'mon, Malfoy? He dressed in sleek outfits that fit him well, making him look particularly handsome. He wears clothes that are always tailored to his body, never anything less and he frequently likes to wear pastel colours. However, that's only if he can pull of said color. He's not a pink wearing boy, but you might see him in a white suit with pink tie. Always stylish.
Detailed Description:
Relatives and their relationship with said relatives
Mother : Narcissa Black
Father : Lucius Malfoy
Siblings : As if he'd have someone to share his things with, lol.
On being a [Malfoy]: He's the exact replica of his father, although he's a little more snarky. He aspires to be exactly what the Malfoy line is used to: A young attractive man who knows what he wants and can get it. He knows that his blood is as close to royalty as he can get, being part of the last line in the Blacks means something very special. It's the pride and joy to be apart of two strong pureblood lines.
Other Relatives: Andromeda Tonks, Ted Tonks, Bellatrix Black, Rodolphus LeStrange, Rabastan LeStrange, Nymphadora Tonks.
Other friendships/relationships of note: Pansy Parkinson, Gregory Goyle, Vincent Crabbe, BLaise Zabini, Marcus Flint and the Quidditch team and he also hates Harry and his friends.
Personality:
Habits: He likes to cut people down, even when they don't deserve it.
Manner of Speech: Arrogant and always trying to cut someone down. His bark is worse than his bite.
Fears: Being bested, killing, being transformed into a ferret again
Flaws/Quirks: He's whiny and tends to make a mountain out of a molehill, he also pouts and is generally very secretive with any part of him that COULD be good. He's also easily offended.
Likes: Being better than everyone, being spoiled, showing off his accomplishments and being petty. He also likes to let everyone know he's rich and cuts down on people like mudbloods and the Weasleys whenever he can.
Dislikes: Potter, losing, getting hurt, being offended, not getting what he wants,
Boggart: Seeing his father or mother die.
Biography
Background:
Draco spent the most part of his childhood under the strict influence of his father, who aimed to mold him into the perfect Malfoy. Being an only child, the pressure was definitely on, but with a father who was willing to give him everything and a mother who doted upon him, things really didn't seem to be too bad. He was taught the importance of forming alliances at a young age, and did so, building close bonds with his house mates, most of whom he'd known from birth. He was frustrated with Harry Potter rejecting his offer of friendship, especially as it didn't bode well with his father.
Throughout his school years he was constantly thrust into Potter's shadow, building up a great deal of resentment inside him towards nearly everyone as he craved acknowledgment, given to him only by his parents and his house mates.
Draco had a rather high opinion of himself, as well as a great deal of self confidence and a big dollop of obnoxiousness. He was a Malfoy, after all, his father was his idol and inspiration. When Lucius was imprisoned in his fifth year, Draco's belief system began to crumble quickly and he became vulnerable and reckless, torn between grasping the freedom that seemed to have fallen into his lap or taking the easy route and sticking to the path already paved for him.
First Person Sample:
The last few days, I've been quite a bit foul with a few of those I've been staying with which would include Sigismund and Severus. It's as if Sigismund has nothing better to do that to bring disgustingly tart women over and then have them leave in the morning. He is corrupting my innocent young mind with his slaggy rubbish I tell you! God forbid, he ever had a son.. it might be just as revolting as he. Then again, it might be for my best judgment not to ride it out with Severus.
His house? It's mangy, small and I detest sleeping on that couch I swear it. The blimey thing has a Malfoy-repelling spell on it, absolutely no way is it possible to get comfortable on it without risking twisting every piece of your body.
[Hexed from those that are not worthy.]
On the side, I would like to say that I have a meeting with Pansy on the ninth which is, regrettably, not a good time for me to leave.
She's going to be surprised to see me, it's been nearly a few months. I've hadn't the chance to take a good cutting of my hair and it's a bit longer than I'd like to keep. nearly down to my neck, a tie might be what is called for.
[/Private ]
A pity, Father is thinking about teaching me some lessons? That should prove a bit more entertaining than spending my nights with two gits, who couldn't tell me a rock from the lace in my shoe.
Third Person:
Under his skin, she was under his skin. Draco's arm leaned against the frame of the door, his head inclined in and platinum marred hair fell forward. He was trying to hold his tongue while she spoke, but, after a moment, he was sick of anything she had to say pertaining to being his "ally". Finally, she walked into Draco's word play and for a second his shoulders made a slight bounce from him nearly barking a laugh out. Draco didn't even bother to turn around to say this one. " I do not play, Katya. I am superior. Part Malfoy or not, you do not carry the name-sake."
Then, he abruptly turned on his heel, put his hands down and shoved them into his pockets starting to fiddle with something within the deep fabric. " Know your place! A girl is hardly beneficial for me to have as an ally. All girls are made for is to make heirs and to be the pretty little wife. That's it. " He looked down to his shoes to refer to himself a minute and his grey eyes ascended to face Katya directly.
" Comprehend that? You are my cousin, kin, family but still a woman. Unequal to me. " Draco's mouth pursed a bit, that was his upbringing talking not cruelty or anything. He would much prefer a man ally than a woman one.
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