Lucius Malfoy

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WHAT ARE WE DOING
FLYING A CAR ?



WE'RE ONLY TWELVE YEARS OLD

FULL NAME: Lucius Abraxus Malfoy
NICKNAMES: None
AGE: 1957
YEAR: 7th
HOUSE: Slytherin
CODE WORD: [Removed by Admin]

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I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT WE HAVEN'T CRASHED YET

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FACE CLAIM: Boyd Holbrook
EYE COLOUR: Blue/grey
HAIR COLOUR: Blonde
HEIGHT: 6'2"
WEIGHT: 150lbs
APPEARANCE: Lucius is quite tall and well groomed most the time. He wears his uniform mostly, but when he is in casual wear it is usually still shirts and trousers with robes. He has piercing blue/gray, though they aren't windows to his soul, in fact, they are quite emotionless, something that usually unnerves those he confronts.

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WE CRASHED IT RIGHT INTO THE WHOMPING WILLOW

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LIKES: Pureblood society, power, the smell of parchment, Transfiguration, putting those beneath him back in their place, the Slytherin common room, attending balls, Narcissa
DISLIKES: Mudbloods, blood traitors, House Elves, most Gryffindors, pumpkin juice, liquorice in general, cockroach clusters
BOGGART: Discovering he's of less then Pureblood
MIRROR OF ERISED: Narcissa Malfoy, and power
PATRONUS: A green copperhead snake
PERSONALITY: We all know what Lucius is like; he's arrogant and truly believes himself better then others because of his blood status. He doesn't really have friends, more collects followers. Once he sees something he wants he usually gets it, and at the moment that means Narcissa Malfoy. Lucius can be charming and suave when he wants to be, or cruel and malicious when he needs to be.

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I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT WE DIDN'T GET EXPELLED

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WAND: 18", elm, dragon heartstring
BLOOD STATUS: pureblood
PARENTS: Abraxas Malfoy, Ministry Employee
SIBLINGS: None
CURRENT RESIDENCE: Malfoy Manor in Wiltshire, England
HISTORY: Lucius Abraxus Malfoy was born in 1957 to the infamous Abraxus Malfoy and his wife. As an only child and only heir to the Malfoy name he was treated like a Prince. Spoiled and with all the wealth in the world, he enjoyed a privileged childhood, but he also had the weight of the families honor placed upon his young shoulders.

As soon as he could understand the lessons his Father gave him Lucius had the ideology of Blood Purity thrust upon him. He was taught that anything less then Pure was below him, and that he must keep good company if he wanted to earn a place amongst his ancestors.

Taking the lessons to heart, by the time Lucius began at Hogwarts he was already destined for a life in the limelight, surrounded by important individulas who would lend him their ear and take his suggestions to heart. After being sorted in Slytherin like all his family before him, he gathered others around him that he could control and manipulate.

He always done well in his lessons and was never in trouble, mostly because he got others to do his dirty work for him, and even earned himself a Prefect badge in his 5th year. Now in his 7th, Lucius is the epitome of Pureblood Supremacist. With his eye on his future, and the youngest Black sister, he is looking forward to this next year.

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THE ONLY GOOD THING ABOUT LIVING WITH THE

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NAME/ALIAS: Nova
EXPERIENCE: Around 8 years now
HOW DID YOU FIND US?: Advert
OTHER CHARACTERS: Nope
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:

The branches snapped underfoot as Aaron Hawke moved through the dim forest, flinching at the sudden loud noise after being so careful to be quiet for so long. He'd often wondered as a young lad how his Father and his associates moved so quietly, so silently, wondered so hard that he'd begun to copy the man's mannerisms. Cepheus had caught his son observing him and agreed to show him. Since that tender moment, a rare glimpse in time when his Father had doted upon him, the movement had become second nature, his movements silent and precise without conscious effort. It was for this exact reason the sharp snap caught him totally unaware.

Frowning down, he lifted the offending foot and stepped over the snapped branch, foot coming down and pressing into the crisp, virgin snow that still quilted the grounds of Hogwarts. Despite the fair weather that the school had been taking advantage of, the blanket of white still smothered the ground, stretching outwards and beckoning the odd first year into a snowball fight between classes. Glancing over his shoulder, the Slytherin saw his deep prints in the snow, but also another set. Muscles tightened at this realisation.

It was past curfew and Aaron had been certain that no-one had followed him, had even covered up his foot tracks until he broke the edge of the forest. So, who was following him? Whipping out his wand, panic took a tight grip on his chest as a blur of movement passed before him, snatching the wooden magical tool from his tight grip with no effort, a hallowing laughter left in it's wake. The time old reaction of Fight-or-Flight gripped his body, flooding his system wit adrenaline, forcing him into an instinctual reaction. Not even contemplating a fight, his legs began to move of their own accord.

Legs pumped, arms swung tightly, lungs heaved as he ran faster and faster. The bitterly cold air stung his chest and throat as he inhaled it, breath coming out in a dense cloud of used gasses that his body did not need. A glance over his shoulder revealed nothing, but left him blind to his path. Turning back, a slim branch caught him across the face. Such was the impact that it snapped his head to the side. Coming to a halt with a hiss, he spun on the spot as the laughter filled the air again.

There before him was Jane, a girl in many of his classes. She was usually quietly in the corner, often appearing sickly and pale. But right now he was confused and she was laughing.

"Oh, Aaron, silly little boy, I was only... playing"

The instinct to fly was replaced by a deep seated, blood-freezing fear as a hot liquid dripped from his forehead, blinding one eye. Bringing a cold hand up, he felt it smear across his finger before bringing it before his good eyes. Deep red, wet blood coated his finger tips, striking against the pale skin. Rising his gaze, muscles contracted and his fear doubled. Jane had gone pale, well, paler then usual. Eyes wide and the deepest black he could describe, almost bottomless. She looked... hungry.

"Jane...?"

He knew at that moment his foolish fear had signed his death warrant. In that moment pieces connect. In that moment he realised what Jane was, that he was bleeding, and that he was about to die. Nothing could stop it from happening, but it didn't stop him bringing his arms up to defend himself when she leapt. He felt his ulna snap, the noise sickening but the pain dulled by shock. Aaron was knocked to the ground, broken arm useless by his side, the other still covering his face. A firm grip took it and slammed it to the ground, nails digging through cloth and into skin, humerus breaking. That one he felt.

A scream of pain ripped from his throat, soon intensified as he felt it. Like a hot knife through butter, Jane's fangs sunk into the taught flesh of his neck. His life force spilled out and into her mouth, some escaping her lapping tongue. Despite the agony that flared through him, radiating outward from pierced neck, broken arms and throbbing head, the Slytherin couldn't help but notice how warm his blood was compared to his suddenly cold skin. How Jane sat astride him, keeping him pinned, her tongue lapping at the wreckage that was the skin of his neck. Under normal circumstances, it could have been erotic. Ironic then that he would face his end in a position he'd never found himself in in life.

Death had a funny way of making you look at things. The screams died in his throat, he gave up struggling. The pain faded. His extremities went numb, mind felt fuzzy. His head fell to the side when at last his killer released him, dark green eyes faintly taking in the beautiful patterns his blood splatter had left against the pure white snow. If he was to see one thing before he died, Aaron was glad it was something beautiful, even if it was a stretch of the word.

But, no, his gaze was wrenched up, eyes unfocused by trying their hardest to make out the features of Jane's face as she sobbed her apologies and horror. He was faintly glad he couldn't, glad he couldn't see his blood smeared across her face from her furious and gluttonous feed.

"It's the only way..."

The words echoed strangely within his empty mind before the hot liquid hit the back of his throat. He chocked, chocked some more as it filled his mouth, before finally swallowing. His mind began to clear, but moments later Aaron wished it hadn't. With better clarity came the pain. No longer did it radiate from his neck or arms. It swirled through every cell in his body, awakening the Slytherin to every part of himself, bathing him in a new birth of flames and pain. The screams that echoed through the trees were once again his own, though it took a few moments for him to realise it.

He knew not how long he thrashed around in the snow, limbs aching and burning as each cell was destroyed and renewed, but eventually it faded. Gradually it left his body, leaving him panting on the cold snow.

No, not cold snow, not anymore. Aaron became faintly aware that the crisp white layer was now the same temperature as his body. The panting, whilst it did expand his chest, he received no relief like he would have before. No burning, no easing of pain, no nothing. The last sensation was a deep seated thirst and the overwhelming instinct to drink.

Sitting up, he realised that Jane was a small distance away, though everything appeared sharper.

"The drink you need is that way," she said, gesturing in the opposite direction. Without a thought he was on his feet and speeding through the forest, unaware of the beast he had become. His entire being focused on sating the thirst that would be his constant companion for the next several months.... He was a vampire, his new life would begin with that first drop of blood to his tongue

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AND RON GOT A HOWLER

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