MALFOY, Lucius

[Lucius Phineas Malfoy]

• LUCIUS PHINEAS MALFOY •
"Trust" is a dirty word that comes only from such a liar
But "respect" is something I will earn if you have faith

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I KNOW THAT I'M ALIVE
the basics
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full name, Lucius Phineas Malfoy
1990's or 1970's? 1970’s
nicknames, Malfoy or Luc if we’re rather familiar. Lu is reserved for those who don’t wish to produce children.
age, seventeen
birthday, September 25th, 1954
year, seventh
house, slytherin
blood status, As pure as you can get
wand, 18", elm, dragon heartstring
broom, Nimbus 1500

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WHEN YOU CALL ON ME
the appearance
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hair color, blond, though it does seem to be lightening each year. He desperately hopes it’s not a form of premature graying. It’s longer than most boys’, though it very rarely unkempt.
eye color, Silver-gray
height, six feet, one inch
weight, 145 pounds
general appearance

Lucius is relatively tall in height, with shoulder-length blonde hair that frames a very pale face. His body is athletic, but not overly muscular, as he always thought the boys that were overly muscled look like they were compensating for something else. He carries himself with an upper classman’s dignity, and dresses accordingly. He wears a lot of greens and blacks when not in his uniform, staying true to his house colors even when dressing casually, although most wouldn't consider the robes his father made him dress in to be very casual. The boy was a pureblood, his father would say, and would dress accordingly to his status. Those around him know not to cross him, with his attitude and demeanor around them.

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WHEN YOU REACH FOR ME
the personality
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likes,

Women
Wealth
Climbing the social ladder
Alcohol
Control
Power
Smoking
Himself
The female anatomy
Flyiing
His family & lineage
Quidditch
Winning

dislikes,

Weaknesses
Impurity in the bloodlines
Polluting the bloodlines
Poverty
Not getting his own way
Sugarcoating
Prudish women
Divination
Being told ‘No’
Small Animals
Insects
Weak coffee
Feeling confined

strengths,

His family’s wealth
His family’s power
His good looks
His skills at both potions and a range of curses

weaknesses,

• Blushes when around the youngest Black sister, and his little control.
  
• He can be rather judgmental and does little to hide what he is thinking in conversation.
  
• He does love hitting on nearly every female he comes in contact with.
  
• He bites his nails, though only when bored.
  
• He attempts to use strings of women to hide his true emotions & intentions
  

worst fear, Being disowned and publically humiliated by his family.
boggart, His mother’s corpse reanimated.
amortenia, cigarettes, elven wine, and shampoo
sexuality, Heterosexual
overall personality,

Too many of the people that Lucius interacts with on a daily basis tend to view him as an upstanding Wizard of the Slytherin house. He does his best to show strangers and adults that he is an exemplary member of the Malfoy family. Though this may be somewhat true, he is a very controlling young man who is really just wishes to serve himself. He is extremely sarcastic and arrogant when not wearing a facade, two things that are just an inherent part of his personality.

There is a side of Lucius that very few have yet to see in his seventeen years, which is his more caring or loving side. He uses the very words used sparingly. He knows that he has the ability to be like that, though he tries to hide it because he feels as if it makes him look weak. He fears being viewed this way, and fights this side of himself vehemently. To hide his softer side, a side that harbors something for the youngest Miss Black, he tends to play the stereotypical, philandering manwhore. He does enjoy the female anatomy a great deal and does like the physical pleasure he receives from them, but he does want something more intimate. Perhaps he is unsure of how to properly treat a woman because his mother was never there; he’ll happily use that excuse so long as he can blame anything ‘bad’ on his part on someone else.

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WHEN YOU BLESS THE DAY
the history
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mother & family, Evangeline Dolohov, deceased. She had several cousins and other such relatives, but they ceased contact after her death.
father &family, Abraxas Malfoy, his father. There are many relations and connections, with almost every one of the Old Families, spread throughout the Malfoy family tree.
siblings, n/a
overall history,

Lucius Malfoy has lived in the lap of luxury since he was born. His father, Abraxas Malfoy, raised him with strict tastes for the elegant and luxurious. As a young child he became excessively arrogant of his blood and his family. With his father often busy and his mother having passed on at the age of five, Lucius’ only controller was his governess (who was unable to tell the small child ‘no’). Throughout the earlier years, he noticed that his attitude and behavior towards others could make or break his control over them, so he adopted a domineering attitude and personality, wishing to control any relationship he participated in.

The first few years of his education came along with the usual lust of a teenage boy with skyrocketing hormones. He developed into one of the Slytherin house’s biggest womanizers. Focusing on his studies just enough to keep his father at arm’s length, he tended to prefer to pay off or bully his classmates to get by. His arrogant attitude was hardly a turn off for the young witches of his class, though some of the boys harbored enmity toward him.

His later school years brought somewhat of a maturing, though he barely let up on his ways. His schoolwork was nearly completely done by others, but he has found his eyes searching for one witch more than the others. He hasn’t quite decided what he wants quite yet. Throughout his schooling, he developed what many may consider an alarming interest in the Dark Arts. At seventeen he looks forward to getting out of his seventh year, and moving on to bigger and better projects.

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I GET WINGS TO FLY
the player
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name/alias, MC
gender, Female
age, eighteen
other characters, n/a
experience, forever
how you found us, Maria
roleplay sample.

Justinian had been off sorting out the matter of Damian with the likes of Dorian and Wendell. He wasn’t quite sure the punishment they had decided on quite yet. If he didn’t leave or if he wasn’t banished. The three men seemed to agree that the situation was very screwed up, leaving them with few options to act upon. Nothing would please Justinian more than to kill Damian, but that-regretfully- would not be one of the list of current options. Or so the trio had determined.

Then there was the matter of his disappearance. They seemed to understand that he needed to leave, though he had the feeling in his mind that they were still in disbelief. It was still hard for him to believe that he left in such a hurry, without even letting his dearest Lavinia know why he was going. Nothing could have been done to prevent the brief exit in his eyes, but he knew it was hardest on Lavinia.

When he had gotten the letter from Jean-Paul he had felt absolutely sick. The man was suppose to be dead years ago, hundreds of years ago in fact, but somehow he had come back from the dead. Well back from the supposed death that only the undead could endure. The man threatened his life. And the lives of anyone he cared about. Anyone he knew. So of course Justinian refused to tell anyone else. Now he regretted not taking Damian along with him. Maybe Jean-Paul could have killed him.

No one would ever get in between Lavinia and himself. Or threaten his clan- his family, which was now one member short. Not that he considered Damian his brother anymore like he once did. Somewhere in his head he knew he would feel odd, holding meetings and gatherings with the other members of Seolfor without Damian, almost as if he missed his presence. This was entirely nature, but repulsive to Justinian because of the events that had occurred since his return.

Justinian walked along the sidewalk, the icy wind making him shudder involuntarily. It was much warmer in Australia, though the nights were way to short for his liking, but the climate was extremely conducive to making sure that certain combatants are actually dead. Snapping Jean-Paul’s neck was satisfying, but he couldn’t even feed off of the man, the idiot seemingly hadn’t fed in days. Justinian would never allow himself to deteriorate in the way that Jean-Paul had. The man must have had a thousand and five hundred years to his existence. So much time to live and thrive, but instead he became a worthless piece of garbage, just like a piece of humanity.

Every so often his hand slid into his pocket, and his fingers wrapped around a tiny vial. He pulled it out as he walked into his building, nodding to the bell boy and stepping into the elevator, examining the small object. The brown-grey ashes slid around behind the glass encasement as he moved it around. Living- well dead- proof that Jean-Paul was no more and would never be again.

The bell chimed when he reached the last floor, and he pulled out his key, entering the hallway with one door, finally home again. He was extremely thankful that he was back, and just inhaling the scent of his home told him Lavinia was about, most likely already inside waiting for him. The prospect of her being just on the other side of the door excited him, making his feet carry him much faster to the entrance.

His key slid easily into the lock, turning and engaging the bolt. Justinian pushed the door open, first seeing Lucius Cesar’s tail flicking over the back of the sofa, then an extremely overweight, and very dead human chained to the wall. He knew this was a bad sign from the get go. Not only was the human diabetic- aka comfort food for Lavinia-, but she also had taken the time to hunt him. Justinian always compared Lavinia’s cravings for a diabetic to a human woman’s craving for ice cream when in agony. It was NEVER a good sign.

Justinian approached cautiously, clearing his throat to make his presence known. The screaming of the “heroine” on the television was ridiculous. They never even had a chance in real life. Just a hand over the mouth, or maybe some sort of cloth around the head, covering the mouth as they were restrained. Occasionally, if he deemed the human particularly useful, they would be knocked out and brought home. But only if they are deemed good enough to risk keeping. This rarely ever happened, as it was difficult to remove the dead humans after they had been exhausted of their usefulness.

“Hello my darling Lavinia.” Justinian moved to the front of the couch, brushing his hand against her hair as he walked by, then sliding a hand over the cat’s head lovingly. “Tough night?” He looked back over at the corpse, biting his lip and thinking about how he was going to get rid of such a large bulk. Maybe his piano would “break” again. He was sure the man could be shoved into the grand. They had done it before, with Dorian and Wendell in moving uniforms. It was the most efficient way to get rid of such a huge nuisance. No human ever seemed to look deeper behind uniforms, just accepting the authority or position and going about their lives and looking the other way.

He sat down beside her on the sofa, taking her hand gently in his and squeezing. “You know I’m here to take care of you lovely. I can feed for the both of us as usual.” He kept his eyes on her, tracing no particular pattern over her hand with his thumb. “I won’t leave you like that again.” With his free hand he propped up his head on the back of the sofa, his elbow bent at an angle.

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I CAN TOUCH THE SKY
the player
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[``♠MARIA]