MALFOY, Draco Aurileus

[Draco Aurileus Malfoy]

[Draco Aurileus Malfoy]

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are familiar faces...

FULL NAME: Draco Aurileus Malfoy

CANON OR ORIGINAL: Canon

DATE OF BIRTH: June the Fifth, 1980

AGE: Fifteen

YEAR: Fifth

HOUSE: Slytherin

SOCIAL CLASS REQUEST: Royalty

WAND TYPE: Ten inches, Hawthorne, Unicorn Hair


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LIKES:
+ Power
+ Aggression
+ Bullying
+ Women
+ Money
+ Popularity
+ Success
+ Most pure bloods
+ Slytherins
+ Professor Snape
+ Destruction
+ Quidditch
+ Dark Arts
+ Battles of Wits
+ Being alone
+ Mischief

DISLIKES:
- Gryffindors
- Ravenclaws
- Hufflepuffs
- Hagrid
- Muggles
- The Golden Trio
- Being outdone
- Being a follower
- Dumbledore
- Large groups of people
- Playing fair
- Not being in the limelight
- People who can kiss more ass than him
- Competition
- Being a follower

STRENGTHS:
+ Wealthy
+ Confident
+ Witty
+ Quick with a wand
+ Romantic
+ Charming
+ Lying
+ Kissing ass
+ Leading
+ Dueling

WEAKNESSES:
- Not recognising that he has any
- Egotistical
- Trouble-maker
- Quick to judge
- Standards are too high
- Sex
- Impulsive
- Impatience
- Bad temper
- Pansy Parkinson

PATRONUS:
A fox.

PERSONALITY:
Draco Malfoy is a pureblood and his family name is a mix of two of the wealthiest and most powerful wizarding families in history: the Blacks and the Malfoys. He prides himself on his heritage, and does not let anyone forget where he hails from. Knowing how prestigious his family name as well as blood status is, Draco holds himself very highly over all of his classmates. Hardly any of the other students seem to really be worth his time, though he does lower his standards just enough to have people to talk to and spend time with during his time at Hogwarts. He keeps a tight-knit group of friends (usually ones who make him look even better than he already does), and then some fair-weather friends on the side, not giving many the opportunity to even come close to him or his acceptance.

Draco is quick to judge and also incredibly arrogant. If his own judgmental mind were not around to keep him from gaining friends, his infatuation with himself would surely continue to get the best of him. There are very few people he will actually let in, and even fewer that really want in. Although many of the Slytherins idolize him as though he is what they wish they could become, a lot of them also keep their distance from him. One wrong move against Draco Malfoy, and he'll have your chances of popularity diminished to nothing in a matter of days. The fear of losing all respect from other members of the House usually keeps people away, and only the brave Slytherins will even take a stab at being friends with him. Most prefer to keep their titles as acquaintances, unless, of course, they are female.

Draco loves women. He isn't worried about finding a girl to spend the rest of his life with, just a girl to spend a night or two with. He is very well-versed in what women like and what they want to hear, and therefore he knows just how to tempt one into the unthinkable. He has quite a charming nature when he so chooses to use it, and he frequently works it to his own advantage. Girls young and old seem to be mesmerized by all the quirks Draco has to offer, and he knows it all too well. He has no fear of not being able to get any girl, and oftentimes finds himself going after the ones that might be harder for him to get, as if it were mostly for sport. He loves the thrill of the chase, and it seems like once he gets a girl where he wants her, he no longer does, and someone ends up with a broken heart. However, if Draco were to find a girl who meant anything to him, he is an extreme romantic and makes sure his girl is pampered and appreciated.

All in all, don't expect much from Draco Malfoy. He wasn't put on this green earth to please you, only to live a fulfilling life however he so wishes to do it. So yes, he might insult you. He might even coax you into sleeping with him, tell you how good it was, and then the next day tell everyone how much you reminded him of a limp rag doll. The point being, he doesn't care what you think of him, though it is possible that the very reason he does these things is to gain public approval. Don't worry; just take a risk and see if it's possible to become a friend or possibly girlfriend to Draco Malfoy. What do you have to lose? You can always run to Alavair Leah to regain a little bit of whatever you lost in the process. Besides, can you really resist someone as tempting as the one and only Draco Aurileus Malfoy?
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HAIR/EYES: Blond hair, and pale blue eyes, oftentimes referred to as cold and grey.

HEIGHT/WEIGHT: Six feet, four inches, and a healthy one hundred eighty pounds.

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:
Draco has blond hair that use to slick back (and still occasionally does) with loads of gel, but now he mostly lets it hang loosely off of his head. It is so light that it's nearly white, and the sunlight reflecting off of it outside causes it to shine. It's passed his ears, and he has to move it away from his face frequently to keep it out of his eyes. As for those, they are very unique. They are such a pale blue that a lot of people consider them to be grey, which would make sense as he's not the kindest person to come across. His nose is long and pointed, though it fits his face better than it would other facial structures. His lips are thin and a light pink colour, and they, too, fit his face perfectly.

As for his body, Draco is extremely slender. He has little to no muscles, which is why he has Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle on either side, though according to passed behaviour, there was really no need for him to have body guards. He had never really been physically challenged to a fight, and even if it were to happen, he would be ready to draw his wand instantly. His build is tall and skinny, and some might consider him lanky, though it was part of what made him different from everyone else and kept him interesting. His cocky attitude makes up for his lack of body mass, and most people pay no mind to how petite he really is. Draco has no interest in changing anything about his features, and nothing anyone can say could ever change his mind.
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PARENTS/GUARDIANS: Lucius Malfoy and Narcissa Black

OTHER NOTABLE RELATIVES:
Aunt → Bellatrix Black (Lestrange)
Aunt → Adromeda Black (Tonks; disowned)
Uncle → Rodolphus Lestrange (deceased)

CHARACTER HISTORY:
Lucius and Narcissa were not really trying to conceive at the time she did, and their son came as a complete surprise to the both of them. However, they were each very thrilled at the prospect of becoming parents. It was noted by many family friends and relatives that Narcissa could be found in a rocking chair in the parlour, caressing her belly at humming lullabies, eyes closed and smiling. If anyone were more excited between the two of them in having a baby, it was Narcissa was so eager to become a mother. When Draco was born, she cried at the sight of her son, whispering, "I'm a mommy, Lucius... a mommy." Her husband was more intrigued with the idea that he had a strapping young boy on his hands, to carry on the family name, which made him more proud than anything. And so, the life and spoiling of Draco Aurileus Malfoy began.

Narcissa never let Draco out of her sights when he was young. For at least the first four years of his life, she couldn't get enough of just watching him play and see all of his little fascinations. Draco was constantly reminded by his mother as to how special he was, and what great things he would become once he grew up. He really was raised as a mommy's boy, but his eagerness to know his father exceeded anything he felt for his mother. On the rare occasion that his father was home from work before Draco was in bed, the boy would spend his time sitting across the room to watch Lucius read the paper. His father could be doing absolutely nothing of interest, but Draco watched him in reverence any chance he got.

Introduced to very few children while he was growing up, Draco clung to the ones he did happen to know. He had been home-schooled, of course, so he would not get tied up with the Muggles (the wrong crowd, in the Malfoys' eyes), he only met children of his parents' friends. Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle were the two he saw the most often, and it was obvious from the beginning which one took control for the group of them - that one being Draco. Pansy Parkinson was another child Draco was introduced to, and from the moment he first laid eyes on her, a little crush developed, and it escalated only to puppy love, remaining in that state to this very day. Blaise Zabini and Theodore Nott were also children he hung around with, though he never really saw them much, and therefore had no real friendship with either until school.

Draco could not wait to get to Hogwarts from age nine all the way until he was actually boarding the train at Platform 9 3/4. He met up with his old friends and soon-to-be cronies, Crabbe and Goyle, and made his way to a compartment with ease. Upon arriving at the school, he introduced himself to Harry Potter with the idea that he would jump at the idea of being friends with such a powerful wizard, and he was shot down instantly. And so the rivalry between he and Harry began just before the sorting (which would have proven to hurt a friendship anyway). Their conversation had only been cut short by the start of the sorting ceremony. He was so sure he would be sorted into Slytherin, he had actually already begun calling himself a member of the House. And, needless to say, when the Sorting Hat was barely even touching his head, it shouted, "Slytherin!" and he proudly teetered off to his table.

The next years would be meaningless, for the most part, and hardly anything to even touch on. He was suspected by many of being Slytherin's heir in his second year, which was the highlight of the entire four years leading up to this one. His fifth year, and Draco has made a strong rise to power in the Slytherin Royalty. Just under Alavair Leah (and only due to age, so he suspected), Draco is considered the king of Slytherin, and all his fellow members seem to bow to his every whim. With an ego already as large as his, it is hard to imagine what might develop from his new title. One thing is for certain, however: No one can overthrow the Malfoy reign.
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EXPERIENCE: Eleven years.

OTHER CHARACTERS:
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ROLE PLAY SAMPLE:

Evan Rosier
Marauding Mischief

Although the Rosier residence was large, the incredibly tempting aromas of breakfast still made its way to Evan's room. A smile passed his lips as the delicious smell of eggs and bacon played with his nose. His stomach growled, and out of instinct, he placed a hand atop it to quiet it down. It would only be a matter of time that he were served a plate of piping hot food and nice cold glass of white milk. He nearly licked his lips at the recollection of the taste. He might not have had had much respect if any at all for house elves, but he was extremely impressed with the way their cooking always tasted. He yawned and scooted further back onto his bed, eyes closed and eagerly and impatiently waiting his first meal of the day. Maybe the food would be enough to make him want to go out today. He doubted it, but anything could happen.

Just as Evan felt as though he could wait no longer, there was a knock at the door, and he sat bolt-right up, preparing himself for his food. He beckoned for the elf to come in, and he watched as the door creaked open slower than usual in the mornings. His brow furrowed as he waited for the house elf's figure to appear, but all he saw was the hallway leading from his room. And then the timid house elf appeared, peeking in from behind the doorway. Evan gave him a confused look, his eyes scanning for the tray of food that was missing. "What do you need?" he snapped quickly, frustrated with being let down by the silly creature. His eyes trailed over the elf's face, and he realized it looked more frightened than usual.

Master has a visitor in the den... the house elf squeaked out at him. Evan cocked his head to the side slightly, as he was not expecting any visitors today. His eyes narrowed at the the house elf, and he nearly asked who it was, but was sure the elf had no clue. He nodded at his servant without another word and watched as his door was quickly closed back up. Evan stood up from his bed and looked into the mirror at himself, hardly satisfied with his appearance if this were any sort of business call. He made his way to his wardrobe to find something a little dressier he could wear for whoever his visitor was, and as he did so, he tried to consider options and came up at a loss for even one single name. The curiosity was eating him up, and he was speed-searching through his clothing for a nicer outfit to wear.

Pulling out a long sleeved navy button-down and a pair of black dress pants, he undressed and re-dressed for the occasion. Buttoning the last few buttons at the top of the shirt, Evan stared at himself in the mirror. Everything was in order other than needing some shoes and another quick combing of his hair, and he would be all set. He was hoping this wasn't just a some routine house call from a salesman. He might be wealthy but he wasn't stupid, and no he would not but stock in the product you're looking to sell was what he was going over in his head. Those salesmen could be really smooth talkers, and if not prepared with an answer ahead of time, one could easily be duped in giving away his entire fortune for a useless idea.

Evan combed through his hair and then fixed it atop his head carefully. He smiled to make sure his teeth were clean and then he found some of his shiny dress shoes and slid them, tying them in a perfect bow-tie knot. With one last glance in his mirror, he headed out of his bedroom to the staircase. Placing one hand lightly on the polished railing, he took a steady pace down the stairs and toward the entrance of the Rosier Manor. Once he was at the bottom platform, he turned to see his guest for the first time, a little surprised at what he found as opposed to what he'd expected.

Christina Kafka - or, so he'd heard now she'd taken up the new last name of Crawford. Either way he had not seen her save a few meetings with their Dark Lord for quite a long while. He had never considered himself a friend with Christina, though he supposed she was an alright girl. She was a pretty little thing, though she surely wasn't innocent by any means. He fire red hair and pale, beautifully sculpted face made her look like a china doll, and anyone who did not know her on a personal basis would think she was fragile and sweet. That was her most destructive feature, in all honesty, and she oftentimes used it to her advantage as far as Evan could tell. Ah, well, whatever pleased the Dark Lord and quenched her thirst - the more innocent Muggles she killed, the further away she was from killing him.

Evan nodded to his guest and took a short bow to her. "Christina," he spoke as his formal way of greeting here, and he then took slow strides toward the couch adjacent to the chair in which she sat. Ordinarily, he might have greeted anyone else with a handshake, but vampires Evan had a certain amount of disgust about. They might be a necessity to the Dark Lord's plans but it didn't make them very socially acceptable in Evan's eyes. He, however, always kept his mouth shut about it and treated them with just about the same amount of respect as he would anyone else. It was just that there were some things, like hand-shaking, that humans did, and others that, well, animals did. In his eyes, Christina was no more than an animal trapped in a human body.

"What is it that brings you to my house today?" Evan questioned, eying her to try and figure out whether or not she had fed recently. He took a swift movement to pat his pants to ensure that his wand was in reaching distance if she were to try and pull anything smooth on him. He had found it was always best to be prepared for the worst when dealing with vampires and other so-called 'creatures of the night.' Leaning back to make himself more comfortable in his over-stuffed couch, Evan was keeping both eyes intensely on Christina; no wonder his house elf had seemed so frightened upon her arrival.

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