Post by ABRAXAS CASSIUS MALFOY on Oct 25, 2009 20:15:12 GMT -5
ABRAXAS CASSIUS MALFOY !
IS JUST LIKE MAGIC !
NAME;; Abraxas Cassius Malfoy
NICKNAME;; He doesn’t approve of nicknames, and will not react well if one is used.
AGE;; 16
BIRTHDATE;; 19 January
SEX;; Male
BLOOD;; Pureblood
ORIENTATION;; Heterosexual
YEAR;; 6th
HOUSE;; Slytherin
WAND;; 11 inches, unicorn tail hair, birch
PETS;; None
SOMETHING WICKED !
LIKES;;
.The Dark Arts (secretly)
.Quidditch
.Women of status (and good looks)
.Flaunting his money
.Leadership roles
.Gryffindor baiting
.Preferential treatment
.Summer
DISLIKES;;
.Tom Riddle
.Mudbloods and blood traitors
.House elves
.Being outdone
.Being ignored
.Being underestimated
.Physical confrontation
STRENGTHS;;
.Persuasive
.Manipulative
.Extroverted
.Blackmail
.Fast learner
WEAKNESSES;;
.His family
.Arrogance
.Stubborness
.Vanity
.Materialistic
GOALS;;
.To find a girl that is actually worth his time
.To somehow outshine Tom Riddle and his little gang
ERISED;;
To see the world as it should be, free of mudbloods and blood traitors with himself in a position of great power, respected by the community at large. He also sees himself with a family, with a son to carry on the Malfoy name.
BOGGART;;
Though Abraxas has (thankfully) never encountered one of those foul creatures, his greatest fear is losing everything he holds dear. Being a rather materialistic individual, the first thing that comes to mind is losing all of his wealth. Abraxas has never been without the ability to buy himself whatever he wants, or without the money to blackmail and bribe people. He believes the very notion of being poor is deplorable, and fears that every happening to him. The second thing is a loss of social status. Abraxas has spent all of his life protecting and building up his image, and he has earned a place of considerable influence, despite his young age. He likes being noticed, and the idea that his opinions are valued, so being someone of little importance is also an abhorrent idea.
PATRONUS;; He has yet to master the Patronus charm, apparently unable to find a memory decent enough to produce one so its form remains incorporeal for the time being.
DEMENTOR;; In his second year, Abraxas had already thought himself top of the school, and so he made the mistake of calling a much older Gryffindor a “mudblood.” It resulted in several more Gryffindors roughing him up quite a bit. He still remembers the embarrassment of bleeding in front of many of his fellow classmates.
OVERALL PERSONALITY;;
For Abraxas, nearly every aspect of life lies within a grey area save bloodline. He will only associate with purebloods and even those individuals he sifts through with high standards, only wanting to be surrounded by the best of the breed. He prefers his friends to be of a high social standing, because his expectations for himself are high as well. Though every so often he will find someone “a little less than perfect” he will accept into his circle. Still, he does not like being outshined by friends, and knows when to cut them down if their status becomes slightly inflated. Too, his loyalty to those he considers friends is questionable. Understanding the tumultuous undercurrent of school society, Abraxas will just as quickly discard someone he was close to if that individual has a chance of dragging his position lower. This aspect can either turn people off or make him seem interesting and elusive, but he knows that he can be independent if it is called for, despite enjoying the company of many friends. He believes loyalty should be to oneself first, because that is the only way to “get ahead.”
Abraxas likes taking a leadership role, as this plays to his very demanding personality, sometimes this conflicts with rules set before him, though as with his societal dealings, he will adhere to them if they benefit him. Otherwise, he does his best to sneak through the loopholes. He likes things to be done his own way, when he wants them done, and done right the first time. Too, he prefers to pass on his demands to friends and lead by telling rather than doing. Such can be accredited to his rather spoiled upbringing, so if someone tells him to do something himself he takes it to affront. He believes action is a choice, not an obligation. Generally, he finds himself very persuasive, even if someone takes ground against him. He knows how to use words and manipulate well. In that he finds the qualities of a true leader.
Vanity is typical of Abraxas, another product of his upbringing. He loves to flaunt and brag about anything and everything. Some individuals see this as him “buying acceptance” but Abraxas has no problem with that so long as it’s effective. He absolutely hates if anyone can best him materially, as to him materialistic items are of high value. Owning something nicer than he is a surefire way to deflate his ego and it is how hard he takes that failure that shows a shallow, yet highly insecure side of him.
Obvious displays are his preferred way of dealing with someone he dislikes. Social destruction in his eyes is a hobby, so he enjoys starting rumors, talking behind people’s backs, making snide comments, and occasionally ignoring them. When people dislike him without reason, or even when enemies criticize and strike a cord, Abraxas is likely to lose his generally cool demeanor. He can snap and be highly temperamental, making himself look foolish to an extent, as he can dish criticism much easier than he can take it. Therein lays a hypocritical side of him.
Bravery, in him is almost completely non-existent. Though he will never admit it, and will often talk threateningly, he fears physical confrontation, or anything that can harm him or someone he cares about. Oftentimes he looks to his friends to fight his battles for him should they ever get out of hand and has been known to make several humiliating retreats from a fight. He has thought on several occasions of picking physical fights so he can force himself to stand his ground, but always he thinks the better of it. His ability (or rather lack thereof) to be anything more than all talk and no action has earned him considerably taunting from many Gryffindors. So recently, rather than working on actually building courage he has gotten an even louder and cocky mouth, trying to keep up an illusion that he can actually be tough.
When it comes to women, Abraxas sees very few of them to be worth his time, and so he has very few girlfriends. He has high expectations in women, and very rarely are they met. Though he has had several girls show interest in him, generally it is when they get to know him they are turned away. Abraxas’ attitude towards women is negative, generally believing they are much less intelligent than men, they are overemotional creatures in his eyes, and are generally meant only for occasional company and to carry on a family. He has not been quite in these views with the girls he’s dated, and has been known to verbally berate them should they try to speak out against him, and he has yet to find a girl he finds valuable enough to actually apologize to when he treats them like that. The only women he has ever shown much respect for are the women in his family, namely his mother and sister, but even with his younger sister on occasion he will argue and attempt to degrade her. Occasionally he wonders if perhaps there will ever be a woman worthy of his respect, and should she ever exist, he intends to finally treat her like a gentleman.
THE MAGIC WANDS !
PLAY BY;; Christian Brylle
EYES;; Blond
HAIR;; Grey
HEIGHT;; 6’1”
WEIGHT 153 lbs
MARKINGS;; None
OVERALL DESCRIPTION;;
Abraxas stands at 6’1”, the average height for men in his family, and weighs around 153 lbs. He has an unusually small frame, which much to his displeasure makes his long arms and legs look lanky. However, he was lucky enough to inherent his father’s broad shoulders, the most masculine attribute of his build. Also, he is slightly underweight, which in his opinion makes him seem frail. However, he has no desire to be muscular, as he sees those men to look disproportionate, and wonders how some women could ever find that attractive, that, and he is honestly too lazy to bother building up any muscle tone. Abraxas, like all of the Malfoys, has light blond hair. He has kept it long ever since he was quite young, believing the length suits his face shape perfectly. He wears it in a variety of styles, and though he generally prefers to wear it out and straight, he has been occasionally guilty of pulling it back and adorning with an ornate and obnoxious bow.
Abraxas has light grey eyes, as almost everyone in his family has. They are almond shaped and perfectly proportioned and spaced, a trait he inherited from his mother. His eyes are perhaps the favorite of his features, because he is so deft at manipulating emotions through them. Generally, his eyes give off a cold and aloof air, and oftentimes he finds them absentmindedly narrowed, this being an inherent display of his arrogance. He has the typical Malfoy paleness, and in dim light he can almost appear ghostlike, that fact does not bother him, however, as he is proud to bare the typical traits of his family.
A SWEET MELODY !
PARENTS;; Vespasian & Acantha Malfoy
SIBLINS;; Tanith Malfoy, 15
CHILDREN(?);; None
FRIENDS;; All of the purebloods who matter.
ENEMIES;; Mudbloods and blood traitors alike, the whole lot of them.
PERSON OF IMPORTANCE;; No one in particular
HISTORY;;
Abraxas was born to a privileged and ancient pureblood family in the winter of 1926. From an early age he was taught the importance of bloodline and loyalty to it, as the Malfoys had always been selective about who they believed was worth knowing. Abraxas, being young and impressionable, believed every word and would fall in line with his family’s beliefs. He learned to hate as he was taught, and would glare at the people his parents whispered about when they were out. In truth, he was never able to distinguish at that point a muggleborn from a pureblood but would learn later that there was in difference in the way they carried themselves, or at least, the difference from those of his similar thinking.
Learning loyalties aside, Abraxas had also begun magical training before he entered school. His parents wanted him to be ahead of the rest of the children, and if even by cheating would prove Malfoy superiority over the rest. His skills as a child proved to be naught but average and his father especially pressed him to be perfect and would make him practice for hours on end spells appropriate for his age until he had gotten them right. But hard work was not without reward. Because his family was wealthy he and his sister had been spoiled. Eventually he learned that manipulation was much more effective than actual labor, and Abraxas learned how to ‘work’ his parents by being temperamental.
Upon turning eleven, Abraxas received his Hogwarts letter, though he did not set foot on the train without one last round of rigorous magical practice with his father. Confident in himself and proving the worth of his family, Abraxas went into Hogwarts unaware of the melting pot of witches and wizards he would encounter. For the most part he had been a sheltered child, and now he would be forcibly in contact with muggleborns and halfbloods and so many different backgrounds that he had never encountered. He disliked them all immediately. Many of the other first years came into this experience with awe, and Abraxas saw them as idiotic, because magic was commonplace to him. It was then he began forming his own reasons for why he hated non-purebloods, rather than simply emulating his parents. His only initial fear was that he would be stuck in a House with them, though upon being sorted into Slytherin, he felt quite assured he would be kept away from all of that.
It was that same year that Abraxas began to understand his parents’ obsession with social standing. Seeing other students get hexed in the hallway was enough that he did not want to be ranked low in school society. Unfortunately, the name ‘Malfoy’ was not enough to pull other suitable pureblood children to him, and so he enacted his talent for manipulation, a touch of confidence and strong personality and gathered a considerable number of friends. Even though he felt close to a fair few of them, he knew he was moving upward in rank and that mattered above all, that he be noticed, that he be someone of worth.
As the years wore on, Abraxas proved to be an exceptional wizard. He found that he had a knack for potions and dueling (the latter proving a great use in dealing with his enemies.) He was never a particularly problem student, getting a detention every so often for a minor offense. He found even then when in a tight spot he could manipulate some teachers, as he would always be quite persuasive and persistent that he never would do anything wrong. In this, his sixth year, he is actually focusing on his schoolwork, hoping that as soon as he leaves Hogwarts he will be able to acquire a decent job.
THE END!
NICKNAME;; Kat
HOW DID YOU FOUND US;; Ad on Shrieking Shack
TIME ROLE PLAYING;; 7 years
HOW DO WE CONTACT YOU;; xmrsmalfoyx@hotmail.com, AIM: xperfectgenetics
EXAMPLE RP;;
(As Lucius Malfoy, hope that’s alright)
An air of tension had fallen over the school when the Christmas Ball had been announced; as always it had when any major social event was to take place at the school. The girls spoke at great length about their gowns and their dates, while the boys fought viciously to land himself one of the few elite beauties. Anyone with any social status whatsoever was taking this Ball very seriously, and Lucius Malfoy, at the forefront of teenage popularity, was doing just that. He was more excited though at the fact that this would be another opportunity for him to flaunt Narcissa, as he had not really had a proper chance since the dance at Halloween. Of course, the fact that he had a steady girlfriend did not deter other girls from getting their hopes up and asking him to the Ball. Though he enjoyed the attention, as always, he also enjoyed telling every girl who approached him ‘no.’ With each rejection, he noticed a renewed circulation of nasty words about Narcissa, especially from the younger girls, who professed rather adamantly that they had harbored feelings for Lucius longer than Narcissa had even known him. Lucius relished in all of their obsessions, quite content knowing that he was still very much desired even though he had tied himself down to one girl. Still, as he was open to girls flocking to him, he kept a very close eye on Narcissa and all of the other Slytherin boys, making it very public that should anyone try to ask out his girlfriend they would be spending the Ball in hospital. From what he saw, Narcissa had been relatively safe from any advances, and Lucius was quite satisfied that they had all heeded his warning.
Having his date set, Lucius had a considerable amount of time to find what he was wearing, and so cared very little about finding it at first, preferring to immerse himself in his friend’s love life problems. Day after day several of the boys would complain that the could not find a suitable girl, saying that all the ones that had approached them were generally unpopular trolls. Lucius had warned them it might happen, mocking them for being so cocky in thinking that they would still be able to land themselves a pretty girl little more than a week from the Ball. Out of desperation most of them sought dates outside of Slytherin, and Lucius could readily admit that he was impressed with his one friend’s choice of a very pretty Hufflepuff. Still, the fun of watching them squirm began to wear off once they had all found dates, and Lucius thought then that he would bother writing home for new dress robes. What he had worn for Halloween he had already considered ‘outdated’ and sent them home a month before. Everything else he might have considered he had long grown out of, the last thing he had tried on he had dug out of the bottom of his trunk, and the sleeves barely reached over his elbows. It was a few days before the Ball when Lucius had received a large package from home, knowing that at long last they had sent him some new dress robes, or so he thought.
Lucius could vividly remember the scene he had caused when he had pulled some great white garish cape out of the box. Upon closer inspection of the rest of the contents, Lucius found everything else to be just as white and just as gaudy. Immediately Lucius wrote home demanding something else, though all he received in return was a curt letter from his mother reading ‘These robes are a family tradition. Your father wore them at holidays when he was your age. He believes it’s high time that you do the same.’ Dissatisfied with her answer, Lucius wrote home several more times asking for something new, but had not received any answers since. Without any back up dress robes, it appeared he would be stuck with these. Lucius was seriously beginning to regret sending home his other dress robes, cringing at the thought of the atrocity sitting in a box tucked away in his trunk. He had been able to ignore them for so long, but as the Ball was not even an hour away he had been forced to dig them out. He had high hopes that perhaps he had overreacted, but laying them out across his bed, he was only reassured that it would be a social disaster to wear them. Stuffing them back into the box again, Lucius pushed it to the corner of his bed, throwing himself down in defeat. He heaved a heavy sigh, turning to see his friends standing in the doorway of their dormitory, all looking quite handsome in elegant black.
“I’m not going. My dress robes are absolute rubbish. I’m just not-tell Narcissa not to wait up for me.” His friends looked at him with concern; it was never likely that Lucius Malfoy would ever consider missing any important social event. ‘Come on, they can’t be that bad,’ one of the boys said. “Well they are! And I’m not going!” The boys exchanged furtive glances, weary of Lucius’ constant complaining. ‘Tell Narcissa yourself. We’ll see you upstairs.’ The boys all departed, leaving Lucius to stew. He knew he could not very well show up to tell his girlfriend that he would not be attending, knowing that would earn him a very severe tongue lashing from her. It was certainly not her fault that he would look ridiculous, and he hated to imagine her up at the Ball, dressed up very pretty and all alone. He knew that without his presence some other boy would have the nerve to ask her to dance, and Lucius knew all to well what that would lead to. “Damn it,” he muttered, conceding himself to defeat. Opening up the box and pouring out its contents again, Lucius glared at the robes with distaste, pausing for a moment before he actually resigned himself to change into them. Almost immediately following Lucius stepped in front of a mirror, making disgusted noises as he examined his appearance.
He was pure white from head to foot, and coupled with his pale skin and light hair, Lucius thought he looked rather like a ghost. Upon closer inspection, he noticed the edges of his shirt were embroidered with ornate golden weaving, and he scowled at the row of gaudy golden buttons running down the sides of his legs. He felt odd and uncomfortable, especially as everything was tight fitting, and thought he looked disproportioned when he donned the cape that came with it, also white and fur-lined. Finally, he pulled the horrendous outfit together, pinning a diamond brooch to his neck. “I look bloody ridiculous!” he shouted at his reflection as he tied his hair back in a bow, white to match everything else. “I don’t even look like I’m from this century!” Finding it extremely awkward to move, Lucius bent back down into the box, pulling out a porcelain mask, silver designs worked into it. Putting it on Lucius sighed, wishing that it covered more than half of his face. Or perhaps he should just take the box and wear it over his head; at least then no one would recognize him. He continued to turn himself to various angles, hoping that some way he might find himself looking the least bit better. But his attempts were in vain, and he resigned to go meet Narcissa, knowing that he had already kept her waiting for far too long.
As he stepped down into the common room, though, he found it deserted, save for Morghanna Frazer who was crying in the corner. Her face was still scarred from where Narcissa had hexed her, and no boy wanted to take a disfigured girl to the Ball. Lucius strode past her, assuring himself that should she comment at all on how he looked that she would have more scars to worry about. But she kept to herself, and without a second glance Lucius stepped out into the dungeons. Still, there was no sign of Narcissa. “Where are you?” he muttered impatiently. Perhaps she had gone up to the Ball without him, in which case he would be forced to enter dressed completely foolish and alone. Lucius was already annoyed with Narcissa at that thought, and hoped only that he would not have to search the entire Great Hall to find her. Finally finding himself nearing the ground floor, Lucius paused on the last step, watching the backs of his fellow students file into the Great Hall. He took special notice of what all the other boys were wearing, and none of which was quite as gaudy as his. “Family tradition my ass,” Lucius muttered. He had always been very strict in keeping tradition, as he had always been very proud of his Malfoy name, and though he had heard of family dress robes he had never actually seen them until now. “Apparently Father hasn’t worn these since he was my age.” He was quite right in that he had never seen his father in anything quite like this, and only wondered now if the robes that he wore to formal occasions were what Lucius would be expected to wear when he grew older. Fleetingly he wondered if there was a dress tradition for the women in his family, and he immediately thought of his cousin, Tanith. “I’m sure she’s not out there looking like a bloody fool.” Lucius would certainly make a point tonight of seeing just what his cousin was wearing, and make a point to ask her if she knew at all about these “family dress robes.” Taking a few more moments for himself, Lucius finally stepped out into the open, holding his head high as though nothing was bothering him, striding past couples, all of whom he was certain were giving him a second glance. For once, Lucius did not want to be noticed. He found himself a place to wait by the door, insistent that he would not go in without Narcissa. As people passed by him he continued to receive questioning stares, and he even heard one girl whisper to her date, ‘Is that Lucius Malfoy?’ He heard them snickering as they retreated into the Great Hall. Lucius scowled to himself. “Narcissa, where are you?”
