Post by scorpiusmalfoy on Jan 28, 2011 20:35:29 GMT -5
the roleplayer
name: shatter. or soffi. whichever sticks.
years roleplaying: ... I might have started back in uhh.. 2001?
how often you can be on: depending on school, but mostly every day.
age: threateningly closing on twenty.
time zone: GMT +2 (go finland!)
the character
Name: Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy
Family:
Father
name: Draco Malfoy
blood status: pure
age: 43
occupation: unemployed due to a vast family fortune, though he is a supplier of rare/fine items to various locales
former house: Slytherin
Mother
name: Astoria Malfoy (nee Greengrass)
blood status: Pure
age: 41
occupation: unemployed housewife
former house: Slytherin
Siblings
name: Kalypso Abelinda Narcissa Malfoy
blood status: pure
age: 14
occupation: student
house: Slytherin
name: ____ Malfoy
blood status: Pure
age: 16
occupation: Student
house: --
name: _____ Malfoy
blood status: Pure
age: 15
occupation: Student
house: --
Blood Status: pure, undoubtedly
Wand: 9 inches, hornbeam & dragon heartstring
Hornbeam, or ironwood, is considered to be the most stubborn of wandwoods. Those who have the necessary will to master it will be rewarded with an extremely powerful wand.
Dragon heartstring is a powerful wand with a lot of magical “heft”. It is not the core you want for subtlety, but for sheer power it is definitely the best. Although it is the most common core among Dark Wizards, Dark Wizards are most certainly not their most common users. Dragon heartstrings are by far the most common wand core amongst Slytherins, but their power often bonds to Gryffindors and Ravenclaws as well. However, they tend to overwhelm the archetypal Hufflepuff personality.
Birthday: 26th August
Patronus: Ferret
House: Slytherin
Year: Seventh
Pets: Owl, pictured here, named Patrick.
History
Convenience had forever been the keyword to purebred marriages and so it was with Scorpius' parents, Draco and Astoria. Friends through school, they had for a long time been on a first-name basis and it wasn't until after graduating that the two began a serious relationship underneath the approving eyes of both family and friends. After a pleasant dating of several months and a conversation of with the weighing of the pros and cons when it came to their marriage, they decided it would be in their best interest to get married. A year after their engagement they were wed on a mild autumn day.
It did not take too long for Astoria to be pregnant with their first child and to the father's great pleasure, it was a beautiful, blond child who was - as it seems to be a never ending trend for a child to not be able to correctly pronounce their name until the age of 9 - named Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy. The apple of one's eye, one might say, but as soon as he learned how to walk and talk, Draco was there to offer his 'gentle' guidance. These lessons, however, were paused for a moment by the sudden additions to the Malfoy brood, two boys and namely the sweet girl, Kalypso. From day one, the eldest was there to help with the his youngest sister, even if he himself hadn't been out of his diapers for too long.
Lessons of the Malfoy heritage, the inferiority of non-purebloods and rather extensive lectures on how the wizarding world was what it was. Scorpius, however, being a somewhat silent child, followed and learned and soon became accustomed to not speaking unless spoken to. His father noticed this and as one might guess, he wasn't exactly happy about it. Long-winded lessons in etiquette, vocal tones and intonations, not to forget simple potions were the remedy for this quiet boy. The harsh punishments helped him along as well and soon Scorpius became adept at hiding away and slowly he built himself a sturdy wall around the shy little boy he had been and out came the cold, almost mean boy. Despite this, he still found himself somewhat idolising his father and at times, he went with him to find those exquisite and rare locales. After all, shiny things are quite lovely.
At age eleven, when he was enrolled to Hogwarts, he had a smug smirk on his lips all of the time. It came as no surprise that the Sorting Hat cried out 'Slytherin!' before it even touched his platinum blond hair. However, there had been a moment of indecisiveness, with whispered words of question in Scorpius' head. He was smooth, but at the same time it was clear that he was charming only to those of his own house and tolerant to purebloods. It truly seemed that he was the reincarnation of his father, especially with the numerous clashes he had with young Mr. Potter. This lasted for a year, until his siblings began coming into the school as well and instead of actively seeking to have his lip split or something of the sort, he concentrated on helping his brothers and finally his sister. He was still aloof and cold and as his sister came into the school, he seemed to become somewhat quieter and even more focused.
In class, it was soon noticed that he had inherited his father's knack of flying. He is also reasonably good when it comes to charms, though Defense Against the Dark Arts is a class in which he excels. Divination is also one of his strong points, where as potions class brings him quite a large amount of trouble. It seems that the hereditary aptitude toward Potions has completely skipped over him, where as his siblings seem to have no trouble in brewing the most interesting concoctions. Despite this, he continues getting straight 'O's, and it at times leads to sleepless nights, for he requires quite a lot of practice with some subjects.
Appearance
As a child, Scorpius was the spitting image of his father. Platinum blond hair and beautiful, icy blue-grey eyes and a somewhat cold smile on his ruby red lips. Since then, his hair as darkened a bit, but has stayed blond. His grey eyes changed into blue one's and the lashes surrounding his expressive eyes have darkened. Little is left from that small, chubby young baby as he has grown up into a tall, 185 cm (6'1") hunk of a man. The more he grew, the more he began to differ from his father and that in itself was almost a slap in his father's face.
He has blond, medium length blond hair, generally cut in layers that come to frame his sharp features, somewhat softening them. Usually he does nothing to them when he gets up apart from a slight brush of his fingers through his hair. Sometimes, he might even throw in some shock-colored high-lights but it isn't too often he does so, for his hair seems to suck up every last drop of dye and never want to give it away. Soft to the touch, his hair practically calls out to everyone's fingers and as it is, they are the perfect length for grabbing and holding on to. His forehead is smooth, his eyebrows neat and dark and quite expressive. Accompanied by his eyes, it is the one part of him he has trouble controlling when it comes to showing his emotions. If his cold exterior slips in the slightest, it's visible in those blue eyes. When reading, he wears thin-rimmed glasses.
His nose is maybe a tad wide, when compared to his father's thin nose, and it isn't quite as sharp. His lips are full and if they smiled often, it would brighten up his expression but generally only smirks, frowns and sneers are permitted to twist them. His chin isn't as sharp as his father's, but it has the same kind of set. His face, as is evident, is a perfect blend of his mother and father and all in all, he is quite easy on the eyes even if he was sneering. He steers clear of make-up, unless one gets him plastered enough to actually put on some mascara and other such things.
With a long neck and wide shoulders, proportionate muscled arms and narrow hips, not to forget firm legs and finely shaped calves, he is quite the epitome of male perfection. His butt, however, might just be a bit too girly and the dark slacks that he prefers to wear somewhat emphasize this is slight flaw. With these slacks he usually wears a dress-shirt - generally white or a light blue - and a dark navy cardigan with the logo of Hogwarts embroidered onto his left breast above the breast pocket. All in all, he looks quite smart all the time and it is the way he prefers things. Which is why he has a rather impressive amount of leather dress shoes and muggle suits - after all, the cut's are much more flattering than those of the robes.
When in private and with family, he has nothing against a pair of faded jeans and a hoodie, nor threadbare sweatpants. The clean-cut picture is simply there to keep him respected in the eyes of his peers and it works.
Personality
To the general public, Scorpius is a cold-hearted bastard with a mean streak and an astounding ability to hold grudges, but to his family he is almost loyal to a fault. He is also quite hard-working and honest, but also good at keeping secrets and hiding himself away from everyone. After all, under all those layers there's a shy, young boy who isn't at all certain of who to trust.
With his cold smirk in place, the young Slytherin is capable of hiding away his emotions quite efficiently but at the same time, he will effortlessly mock everything one holds dear and make one wonder just why he or she is even alive. This is the reason why it's somewhat difficult to actually befriend him, simply because he tries to push everyone away. He doesn't actually have friends, simply lackeys that will do what he asks, when he asks and trail him in hopes of getting some kind of recognition. After all, he is filthy rich and a Malfoy and thus, the perfect specimen for one to trail behind and try to find his or her way into his memory in a somewhat positive way. Not too many realize that Scorpius actually knows many of the students by name, not only by face. It is a knack he has had since he was a young child but what good would it do, after all if he were to show that he remembered everyone, what kind of a Malfoy would that make him?
Underneath all that bravado of being a Malfoy, he is shy. Once his guard is lowered he will blush and he might even stammer, revealing that a Malfoy can actually have feelings of embarrassment that really don't hurt. He has a slight inclination to knowing strategy, for he will recognize a conversation that truly isn't going anywhere, nor will it go and leave it as it is. He won't really even tell the counterpart why he won't continue the discussion, he will simply just.. end it. As it is, he doesn't even like talking all that much in fear of being misunderstood but when he does, he tries to make it worth it. Words aren't just words to him and promises are things that were meant to be kept and guarded with one's life, even if they weren't properly sworn with magic. To him, it doesn't matter. A spoken agreement is as valid of an agreement as any. This brings us to the next prominent part of his personality: loyalty.
When it comes to friends and family, he is loyal to a fault. He does not enjoy bad-mouthing anyone and if someone dares to hurt those he holds dear, he will make them pay. He can be quite vicious and creative when it comes to his revenge and the fact that he knows quite a bunch of different ways to humiliate a person. If he believes it is justified, he won't even feel bad for it. Sometimes, in this instance, he is also a bit too hot-headed. He might leap into a situation without knowing the full scale of it - something people use to get his support, his father being an excellent example of this behavior - and in the end, he will end up regretting his decisions, fretting over what he did. He is quite capable of apologizing, even if it is a trait his parents seem to find most amusing, simply because they do not tend to apologize at all, even if they were wrong.
Scorpius has a slight affinity toward shiny things, as well, and he will find himself delighted if he finds a beautiful silver or gold trinket and is capable of giving it to someone he knows won't go about gushing and tripping over their toes. He prefers to do things with his hands which is also why he likes renovating old things as well as polishing old silver by hand and not by magic. He is quite practical when it comes to finding peace of mind and whenever troubled, he will simply find a quiet spot and start to carve or at the least write. With the small hints of being a perfectionist, accompanied by his tendency to never give up makes it certain that what ever he does, it will generally turn out to be quite lovely.
If faced with his pet peeve.. well. He won't spare his words when it comes to making someone actually eat properly (this also consists of teaching one to properly hold the eating utensils) and if someone appears honestly stupid in class, he will be sure to remember it.
Likes & Dislikes
Likes:
- carving
- carpentry
- charms
- hard work
- roast beef
- snakes
- ferrets
- old literature
- shiny things
- observing
- coffee
Dislikes:
- loud people
- blueberries
- chicken
- brunch
- breaking things
- failing
- being unable to repair objects
- kites
- bats
- gore
Amortentia:
- A gentle mix of a fresh spring day, with hints of coffee and a hint of cologne.
Pet Peeves:
- Breaking things intentionally.
- People who drink directly out of the milk/orange juice container.
- Noisy eaters and bad table manners.
- Students who prolong class by asking the most inane questions.
- People who sit next to you on public transportation even when there are other seats available.
- People who are obviously bottle blonds who still blame their stupidity on being blond.
- Women who use PMS as an excuse to be bitchy. ("If you're a bitch, be honest about it!")
Strengths & Weaknesses
Strengths:
- loyalty
- disposition, capable of staying calm in tough situations
- keeping secrets
- strategist thinking
- capability to work hard
- honesty
Weaknesses:
- loyalty
- the mask he wears
- somewhat gullible
- a short temper when it comes to his pet peeves
- honesty
Boggart: Kallie's resentment. As she is the one whose word he always trusts and believes, the worst thing that could happen to him would be to have her tell him just how little he means and that there is nothing in this world for him. All in all, his boggart is for the one person he holds the most dear to tell him to shove it and never come back.
Play By: Boyd Holbrook
Anything else?
Roleplay Sample
Ngila smiled and nodded, only for a soft blush to make it's way to her cheeks at that shy brush of lips against her cheek. She tried to ignore the jump that her heart did but the smile that was on her lips was absolutely radiant. "Can't wait," she said softly, watching the fox with that somewhat goofy smile on her lips and wondering just how she could keep her from leaving and bolting away from her again. Sure, the solution was to go slow but honestly. She was a wolf. Somehow, she'd just have to trample her urge to own.
Shifting into her wolf form, she made her way to the pack house at a leisurely pace - it didn't surprise her that Jillian was busy and that there was the rather familiar reptilian scent in the house - and for once, she required only a good book and a glass of water to set her at ease. Ngila was almost amazed that she didn't need to get rid of the tension and just the thought of the fox's smile made her smile somewhat wider, which was why when she finally curled up in her bed with the youngest of the pack - poor thing was a stray and had decided that she was his mother - she was smiling. But in the morning..
"What should I wear!?"
Her voice was quite audible as she stood in front of her wardrobe, naked. The puppy was playing next to her, not even registering her frustration anymore even as she was beginning to growl. Sure, the date was in the evening but she was well aware of how she couldn't get anything done if she didn't know what she'd wear! Sure, if they were going to a malt shop it shouldn't be something fancy but then again, she didn't want to come off as all butch. Which was why she was now wondering on what to pair her grey skinny jeans with. She was pacing, glaring at her closet like it should've just grown out something to wear only to spot a rather nice looking blue shirt that might have been of some sort of silky material. At least it felt great to touch. Pulling on the shirt, she smiled at the way it was airy and a little longer, making her actually look quite feminine. A satisfied smirk tugged at the corner of her lips as she took it off and shifted, going to hunt with the pack.
When they came back, it was already eleven and Ngila was sweaty and grimy. Her pack was fidgety and every single one moved plastered to the wall since the pace in which she was going from her bedroom to the bathroom to the other female's rooms was quite alarming and every single one who dared get in the way got quite the pissed off snarl. As it was nearing one pm, she was hoping that she wasn't late. Waiting in front of the malt shop in the blue silk shirt she might have looked quite feminine had it not been for the black leather jacket and the boots on her feet. Her hair was up in a ponytail and she was smiling, a thin layer of make up on her to accentuate her eyes. She was trying to hide her enthusiasm and excitement, but it showed in the way she couldn't stop fidgeting slightly.
