Post by TANITH ACANTHA MALFOY on Oct 21, 2009 17:24:43 GMT -5
TANITH ACANTHA MALFOY !
IS JUST LIKE MAGIC !
NAME;; Tanith Acantha Malfoy
NICKNAME;; Only a few people, Abraxas being one of them, calls Tanith 'Tan'. Aside from that she abhors 'buddy-buddy' nicknames - Tan is more simple. Tanith likes things clean and simple.
AGE;; Fifteen
BIRTHDATE;; December 12th
SEX;; Female
BLOOD;; Pureblood
ORIANTATION;; Heterosexual
YEAR;; Fifth
HOUSE;; Slytherin
WAND;; 10 1/2 inches, Rosewood, Springy, Hippogriff talon core.
PETS;; One rather lazy and fat tabby cat called Hebzebah.
SOMETHING WICKED !
LIKES;;
-wizarding photographs
-liquorice wands
-time alone and interrupted
-hogwarts ground when it snows
-gillywater
-potions/charms
-early autumn
-winning in arguments
-her cat hebzebah
DISLIKES;;
-quidditch
-rejection
-herbology
-hot weather
-gossip
-superficiality
-being clumsy
-unpleasant flavours of bertie botts beans
-the 'slug club'
-abraxas (well, sometimes, in that sibling rivalry sense)
STRENGTHS;;
-rational
-witty
-deep thinker
-academic
-can be deceptive/cunning
-curious/enthusiastic about finding things out
-caring (although it takes a while to show it)
WEAKNESSES;;
-shy
-clumsy
-sharp-tongued
-perpetually nervous
-always late
-bad flier
-can be over-sensitive
GOALS;;
-to be confident
-to have close friends/family who like Tanith for who she is
-to graduate hogwarts
-to travel the world and see new places for herself, not just read about them in the library or on posh holidays with her family.
ERISED;;In the mirror of Erised Tanith sees herself as Head Girl, surrounded by many close laughing friends and on the arm of an indiscriminate boyfriend. She is taller and laughing confidently in the mirror. It's an image that most people who know the shy, cold Slytherin would be shocked to see as her secret dream.
BOGGART;; Tanith's boggart (whilst admittedly quite funny to others) is a battered broomstick. She has never been athletic and during her first year flying lessons took many a tumble, one particularly scary accident resulted in her breaking an arm and an ankle as she fell from one of the higher turrets in the ground. Usually she can banish the broomstick to firewood with a quick 'Riddikulous!', but even that is shaky.
PATRONUS;; A long thin Arctic Fox.
DEMENTOR;; Whilst Tanith has never had one horrifying memory for her dementor so to speak, Tan's dementor is a feeling of overwhelming loneliness. She feels a chill of being alone and a certainty that she will be for the rest of her life. The feeling, as one would expect from a Dementor, is draining and bleak.
OVERALL PERSONALITY;; Tanith is something of a rarity among all the raging teenagers in Hogwarts, in that she is generally cripplingly shy. She spends the majority of her time in the library of Hogwarts or on the grounds, and basically keeps to herself. Despite this, Tanith doesn't believe that she has a lonely life at Hogwarts and is quite happy and content with her own company. She also enjoys the benefits of long afternoons spent reading ahead in the library by achieving O's or E's in the majority of her subjects (bar Herbology, where she's completely useless). Tanith isn't very much naturally gifted, but merely works hard and takes pride in her schoolwork.
Because of her rather slight appearance and quiet demeanor people often mistake Tanith for an easy target and dismiss her as a possible threat. In her younger years at Hogwarts it had made her often the target for jokes and hexes (albeit behind the back of Abraxas, who had a steadily growing reputation in the school already). Thus, she has learned to protect herself, and she has done so rather well I must say. She is quite a powerful witch in her own way and ironically, due to the amount of time she spends shying away in the library her magic has become complex and powerful. It would make her a rather formidable threat to come across if she utilised the aspect of her personality more often.
Unfortunately, and although Tanith would loathe to admit it, her quiet demeanor is the overriding force and so she usually shies away from any conflict she may face. Her long term goal at Hogwarts would be to leave the shackles of her timid behaviour behind and become her own person.
Being brought up in a wealthy, respected Pureblood family like the Malfoys, Tanith has led an inevitebly sheltered existence. She has always always been proud of her heritage and it is a belief bred into her that as Purebloods, as Wizards, they are a Higher Race. It was this childhood belief that earned Tanith a place in Slytherin at 11, and a belief she is only growing to question now, at fifteen and a little more grown up. Despite Tanith's misgivings, she still has an extremely strong sense of belonging and pride at being a Pureblood Witch, she is merely beginning to question what it means to be a Pureblood Witch these days. These are concerns that Tanith believes she must always keep to herself. Despite her misgivings at the undercurrent of whispered pureblood superiority, the thought of being exiled or being branded as a Blood Traitor is exponentially more terrifying.
Tanith takes a lot of time getting to know a person, stemming from a deep rooted mistrust and fear that began in childhood. She is, perhaps justly, rather suspicious of anyone that tries to befriend or get close to her. She has a protective wall so to speak that surrounds her, making it both difficult for anyone to get close to her, and more importantly, easier for her to keep her views and beliefs to herself. However Tanith's personality is not just the cold aloof Slytherin, and if you really know her she can be more sensitive and caring, but she is select about her friends, and it takes a long time to get past that cold surface.
THE MAGIC WANDS !
PLAY BY;; Sasha Pivovarova
EYES;; Blue. Tan's eyes are rather watery and pale, her mother's blue eyes, missing out on the predominant 'steel grey' colour the Malfoys all seem to have. Still, the light piercing blue is still rather striking combined with the always rather glazed look in Tanith's eyes when she drifts off into one of her many day-dreams.
HAIR;; What Tanith did inherit from her father's side was her long white blonde hair. Her hair is a bone of contention for Tanith's perfectionist mother, who would prefer it long and sleek - ladylike. Tanith likes her hair the way it is - dry and stubborn, usually standing on end with the ends stained with ink. Her hair reflects her persona - Tanith isn't much of a lady yet.
HEIGHT;; 5"2
WEIGHT About 100lbs.
MARKINGS;; As a relatively clumsy girl Tanith has a multitude of small scars and markings already. Most notably: A large burn on her right thigh from an upturned cauldron in her Mother's kitchen aged six, one large scar on the back of her neck from falling off the tireswing in the grounds of her home aged ten, and three rather sinister light purple markings on her upper arm from when Abraxas had tricked her into trying to feed a blast-ended skrewt her sweets when she was seven.
OVERALL DESCRIPTION;; Although Tanith could have the potential to grow into a pretty young woman she is at the current time one of those girls who could be kindly explained as needing to 'grow into' her looks. Quite simply, she embodies the a-typical 'awkward teenager'. Her delayed growth spurt and messy appearance means that Tanith tends to put more effort into other things other than beauty. Shedoesn't wear make-up (although her mother owl's it to her in copious amounts - because "If you don't start courting now we'll never have you married off!") and the only thing she does indulge in beauty-wise is lashings of nailpolish. Every day of the week it's a new colour and although it's often applied slap-dash and messily, Tanith doesn't care. It gives her something to bite and pick at when she's nervous and she loves watching the feint glint of the laquer from the sunlight through her classroom windows as she day-dreams in her lessons.
Tanith's 'couldn't-care-less' messy attitude to beauty continues in her clothes. It's clear to see that she comes from a well-off family and when not in her uniform she's often seen in imported designers from France, Italy, whatever's in fashion that week according to her Mother. But Tanith cares little for the labels, and although her clothes are distinctly expensive they are also worn down and scuffed by nighttime meanderings around the school. Her favourite black pants are stained by potions, the cuffs of her white silk shirts blotted by blue ink and her favourite cashmere jumper which she refuses to throw away freying at the elbows. As a rather timid girl Tanith is guilty of using her messy clothes and aversion to beauty products as a way of blending in with the rest of the year. She finds it odd that what her classmates find abhorrent, is the very thing she wants - to look so much like everyone else that she can move unseen through life. If only it weren't for that bloody hair that marks her out(!)
A SWEET MELODY !
PARENTS;; Vespasian Malfoy (43 - Advisor for Minister of Magic), Acantha Malfoy (37 - Ex. Socialite, House-wife)
SIBLINS;; Abraxas Malfoy (16).
CHILDREN(?);; None.
FRIENDS;; If any.
ENEMIES;; If any.
PERSON OF IMPORTANCE;; If any.
HISTORY;;It was 4.03AM on a chilly December night that Tanith Malfoy came into the world, not screaming and announcing her important entrance but rather weak and wheezy, a month earlier than expected. Her father would later joke to his friends that at least the weak-by-birth child was clearly a blue-blooded Malfoy - she was quite blue for a while after she sluggishly crawled into the world. Tanith was the second child brought into the world by the wealthy and respected Malfoy family, when her brother Abraxas was only one. For years it had been tradition to only have one strong male Malfoy heir in the family and it has often seemed odd to Tanith that she would be born so soon after her brother. Acantha has assured her rather icily that when Tanith was born it was 'in vogue' for the English upper-classes to have a typical 'Gentleman's Family', but none the less she does sometimes wonder if she was (to put it gently) a 'surprise' to her parents.
Surprise or not though, as Tanith grew it was all the same much better company to have Abraxas for a brother - although much of this 'better company' was spent fighting tooth and nail with her older brother since they had learned to speak. It quickly became clear that Abraxas and Tanith were very different, and the former took to his role as the Older (and thus apparently more important) child as a natural. In their large Wiltshire manor it was easy for the two children to torment and tease each other out of the view of their parents, and by the time Tanith was seven she had learned a multitude of dirty tricks to get her own back on her arrogant and rather pompous brother. Despite the fights though, the two did keep each other good company, and although Tanith knew Abraxas would never admit it, she was his closest friend in childhood. Well at least until Abraxas started Hogwarts.
It was around the time that Abraxas entered school that Tanith's idea of the world became a lot less hazy. Without his jeuvenile pranks to watch out for, the ten year old began to realise that they had escaped detection for so long in their fights because the house was ... well- rather empty. For most of their childhood the children were taken care of by many nannies and house-elves. Vespasian worked long hours at the Ministry, and barely had time to greet the now alone child who waited for him in his home before collapsing into sleep. Acantha was a socialite who was loathe to give up on her brunches and soirées, and although she spent more time with Tanith in the year they had alone, it was not the dolly tea-parties and bedtime stories that the child had envisioned. Rather it was being dragged along to her mother's dolly tea-parties, made to wear scratchy gowns and potions slathered on her pale face to make her look 'healthier'. Then it was quiet in the corner whilst Mummy sipped tea with her friends. It wasn't an overly particularly lonely childhood, and Tanith knew that most of the richer parents left their children to other people in much the same way, but still - it didn't make the child less lonely.
By the time Tanith had followed Abraxas into Slytherin the year later, she was more reserved, timid and cynical than most eleven year olds should be. This was maintained by the unspoken rule that it seemed Tanith and Abraxas were no longer the close childhood friends/rivals they once wear. Now that Abraxas was making his way into the respect of the older Slytherins he didn't need an eccentric timid sister tagging along with him. But that was fine by Tanith, she had learned to be self-sufficient. Or at least that's what she called it. Today, at fifteen, Tanith is still 'self-sufficient'. But the cold facade is beginning to slip a little and as she nears her sixteenth birthday Tanith is beginning to come out of her shell and trying to test out new friendships, finding herself attracted to boys. The only thing that's yet to be seen is what Tanith Malfoy will be 'moulded into' once she has finally left that protective shell.
THE END!
NICKNAME;; Rosie
HOW DID YOU FOUND US;; through Kat
TIME ROLE PLAYING;; Idk, about 4 years.
HOW DO WE CONTACT YOU;; Pm me? ^^
EXAMPLE RP;; [Hope this is okay, it's sort of my average post, from a recent thread on a Marauder's Era site]
As soon as Tanith had initiated their splitting up the change in Silas Traver's face was incredible. His initial expression (one he usually wore) was one of irritation, cool and unfeeling. Like always, no matter what Silas was feeling it was imperceptible to Tanith or anyone else. It had bugged her like nothing else, and she could recall (involuntarily it seemed she was recounting the highs and lows of their relationship thus far in snapshots) prying and peering into his face, trying to elicit some twitch in the grey impassive mask. Nothing had worked - nothing it seemed except the threat of her rejection. In spite of herself, through Tanith's numb shock she couldn't help but blink in surprise when that mask suddenly finally slipped and was still trying to regain her long-lost composure when she felt him sidle up closer to her.
It was all Tanith could do not to grimace. The heat coming off Silas' close form and frantic, grasping hands seemed to burn her own skin, and it made it more difficult to convince herself that he didn't care one bit about her. Tanith tried to remember of course, that even before she had been Silas' girlfriend she knew he could be manipulative, persuasive. He could lie elaborately to get what he wanted, and she knew all that. Silas was, after all, like herself a Slytherin, and that's what their House was prided on after all wasn't it? They had a strong tradition of sneakiness didn't they? And yet although Tanith knew these uncomfortable facts the boy so close to her was making her forget them in his usual intoxicating way, like the drug that she had become so dependent on. She shook her head and tried lacklusterly to pull back her shaking hands from him to pull herself together. It was easy to get pulled in by Si, as she had, as Lauren had, as countless other girls had. It was easy to gaze up at him and belief that maybe he could change, maybe it was the truth. But could she really allow herself maybes?
No, Tanith told herself firmly. The shake of her head had brought her back to her senses a little, and while she still felt intoxicated by his presence it was a different sort of drunkenness - like the type that comes from drinking too much, thinking you can handle it, but ending up clumsy and ill, not the nice tipsiness he usually induced. And she was reminded reluctantly again of Porcius in Silas, which brought on her sickness more. In his apologies, however true they were, Tanith couldn't help but see the doleful insincere greys that wooed her Mother back to Him everytime after his drunken mistakes. She would fall back to him, although her, albeit reluctantly to let Him kiss away bruised cheeks, to talk down broken furniture, black eyes and bloody noses - and Tanith was sickened by the whole affair. She had resolved every time she watched those pitiful parental scenes not to let herself fall into the same trap. Although with Silas she couldn't help but feel her resolve wavering. The sly little voice in her head prodded her again and reminded her that Silas, after all, wasn't Porcius.
"Of course I care. I've never l--, I mean, I've never liked anyone the way I do with you." She choked finally, a hoarse whisper, if nothing else to shut up the annoying phantom voice. With great difficulty Tanith forced her murky tearstreaked eyes to look up and face Silas. Staring into his own, which admittedly did look sincere made it harder, but another little shake of the head forced her speech on. "But you... Silas, you need much more than just me." Her voice began temporarily coated with ice again as she added darkly. "I think you've made your needs pretty clear to me already." Silas face still looked drawn and disbelieving and she was about to force herself on when his words cut across her. Her stomach gave another unpleasant twist as Tanith fought not to actually wince. She had never heard him like this, so desperate and dependent. It so wasn't like him that Tanith almost crumbled, giving in. Her throat tightened again unpleasantly. "Silas --" His name didn't help much for the crumbling resolve and she lightly placed her hands over his. But the touch seemed to bring her back to harsh reality again.
He wasn't going to sweep her off her feet and make everything magically (excuse the pun) okay. His touch wasn't going to make her content and happy anymore, because to Tanith it was tainted. She couldn't look at his hands, his face, his lips, the same way, because every time she did, she already saw them plastered on someone else. She pulled back her hands quickly, loathing herself fleetingly for giving him hope and then dashing it, but not forgetting that she was not the cheater. "We can't give it one more chance ... It won't be the same anymore. Every time I look at you, or touch you, I would see - see you with her. And anyway, what's to stop you doing it again Si?" She paused, even though they were so close it seemed an invisible iron curtain had fallen between them and her final words, whilst harsh, where in a sad but not angry or malicious tone. "I can't give you what you want, but I can't stop you from being you. Silas Travers always gets what he wants right? Even if it means going somewhere else, even if it means hurting other people?" She managed a grim smile. After all they both knew it was true.
