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alphaophiuchi) wrote2011-05-31 07:37 pm
alphaophiuchi) wrote2011-05-31 07:37 pm
Entry tags:
ooc • app for bete noire
Name: Draco Malfoy
Fandom: Harry Potter
Age/Appearance: Draco is a tall young man of 18 years old, often described as pale and pointed. He is fair-haired and fair-skinned, with grey eyes; coupled with the pristine black wardrobe he has taken to when not dressed in school robes, he looks almost to be a ghost. Much like his mother, Draco tends to look down his nose at people, often with a disapproving sneer. He has a Dark Mark - a moving tattoo with a snake coming out of a skull - upon his left forearm.
History: Draco Malfoy at HPWikia; Draco Malfoy at Wikipedia.
Personality: As a pureblooded wizard with a very prejudiced upbringing, Draco is subject to a number of assumptions about most of wizarding and Muggle society. For most of his life, he’s believed himself to be better than virtually everyone around him, only to have a very rude awakening when his family began to fall out of favour with the Dark Lord. He does tend to try to assert himself still with his peer group, and those he generally dislikes, but will fall into uneasy, even wary, silence if he feels under any kind of awkward tension or stress. In his previous years at Hogwarts, he had made himself into one of the more unapproachable people in his House, something that stuck with him when he was all but abandoned by those he considered friends. Because he was an elitist bully until around age 15, at age 18 he remains quiet and almost remorseful, but still quick to judge or snap at anyone whom he deems below him in any way. He very much focuses on his own needs before everyone else’s; the only exception to this is his family, with whom his loyalty lies more than any other. It is fair to assume that he would do anything to keep his parents safe, particularly his mother.
Most of Draco’s tendency to snap at and bully people around comes from not only his upbringing - it’s fairly safe to assume that Lucius is controlling and very much the man of the house, particularly when it comes to the treatment of house-elves and anyone below his stature - but also the fact that he doesn’t realise that there might be a better way to release pent-up emotion. Not only does it allow Draco to calm himself down when he’s stressed out, it allows him to feel better about his own insecurities. He’s well aware that he’s not the best at everything - in fact, he’s very much a jack of all trades when it comes to magical prowess - and it’s because of that that he belittles others, often in an attempt to lower their self-esteem so he might take their place at the top of things. Despite this, he is also quite aware that his and his family’s failures during the Second Wizarding War mean that he has very little chance of ever being able to use his family name to manipulate the way he did when he was younger. Where the Malfoy name once held something akin to majesty, he knows that it now symbolises little more than a family of cowards.
Throughout the last two years, it is notable that Draco has been scared for his life and those of his parents almost constantly. The fact that he puts his family’s lives above his own does show some growth from the cowardly little boy he once was, but it is not without consequence. He is almost single-minded in the way he lets his mission and pleasing the Dark Lord come before everything else, much to the annoyance of the few friends he has by the end of his sixth year. This single-mindedness drives him to eventually being completely alone save for the odd companionship of his loyal henchmen, with whom he almost inexplicably trusts with his life. At the same time, he doesn’t handle betrayal well - when Crabbe betrays him and meets an untimely end, Draco reacts with shocked vulnerability, suddenly realising that he really doesn’t have anything left. After the Battle of Hogwarts is won, he accepts this fact and drifts into himself, becoming a more withdrawn, terrified little boy than ever before.
As far as being the youngest of the Death Eaters goes, Draco reacts nowhere near as well as one might expect of a Slytherin of his blood - though at the beginning of his sixth year, he had toted his mission as something grand for everyone to be jealous of, it is quickly obvious over the next year or so that he wishes nothing more than to go back in time and rid himself of the damnéd Mark that adorns his arm. He holds few regrets in his short life, but among them is following his father’s footsteps. It’s for that reason that he can’t help but resent his father somewhat; though Draco loves Lucius, it is more for the reason that he fathered him and gave him everything as a child than what Lucius currently provides. At the same time, Draco has come to terms with the fact that Lucius also wasn’t given the best deal in the greater scheme of things, and did what he thought would have been best for his family. Draco’s opinion of his mother is far higher, rarely delving into the negative: there is very little he wouldn’t do for Narcissa. He puts his life on the line for her when it comes to Voldemort and his mission to kill Dumbledore, barely hesitating to do what he has to in order to keep his family alive and well, even when he can’t actually go through with it. He is very close to his mother, even going so far as to be considered a bit of a mama’s boy; he owns this descriptor by the end of the Battle of Hogwarts, acknowledging that yes, he lost his wand, and yes, he’s using his mother’s. At this point, Draco has very much come to terms with everything in his life, letting little get to him.
Sexual Preferences/Orientation: Though Draco’s family has instilled him with many a traditionalist value, enforcing the joys of heterosexual monogamy, he considers himself to be flexible. Providing their personality is pleasing to him, or a situation is easily read as a good opportunity, he is willing to go with it. He is an opportunist by nature, though he does prefer the notion of monogamy to a number of partners. He considers women easier to have a relationship with - a value left over from his parents’ - but is willing to sleep with whomever is interested and interesting. Sex, however, is not necessarily the end all, be all for him: Draco doesn’t require it in his life, though it’s rarely something he’ll complain about having. Draco prefers partners who are strong-willed and intelligent - someone who can provide him with a challenge inside and outside the bedroom.
Powers: Draco is a wizard. As such, provided he has his wand, he can perform magic. He has the abilities to perform very limited wandless magic, as well as limited wordless magic. This magic ranges from the smallest charms to clean a house to levitation charms to even Dark Arts. As merely a part of his character, Draco is morally opposed to using the Unforgivable Curses - the Cruciatus, the Imperius, and the Killing Curse - and refuses to use them under pretty much pain of death. A result of his upbringing, however, means he performs charms for the most simple of tasks, often without any actual knowledge of how to perform the task without magic.
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Fandom: Harry Potter
Age/Appearance: Draco is a tall young man of 18 years old, often described as pale and pointed. He is fair-haired and fair-skinned, with grey eyes; coupled with the pristine black wardrobe he has taken to when not dressed in school robes, he looks almost to be a ghost. Much like his mother, Draco tends to look down his nose at people, often with a disapproving sneer. He has a Dark Mark - a moving tattoo with a snake coming out of a skull - upon his left forearm.
History: Draco Malfoy at HPWikia; Draco Malfoy at Wikipedia.
Personality: As a pureblooded wizard with a very prejudiced upbringing, Draco is subject to a number of assumptions about most of wizarding and Muggle society. For most of his life, he’s believed himself to be better than virtually everyone around him, only to have a very rude awakening when his family began to fall out of favour with the Dark Lord. He does tend to try to assert himself still with his peer group, and those he generally dislikes, but will fall into uneasy, even wary, silence if he feels under any kind of awkward tension or stress. In his previous years at Hogwarts, he had made himself into one of the more unapproachable people in his House, something that stuck with him when he was all but abandoned by those he considered friends. Because he was an elitist bully until around age 15, at age 18 he remains quiet and almost remorseful, but still quick to judge or snap at anyone whom he deems below him in any way. He very much focuses on his own needs before everyone else’s; the only exception to this is his family, with whom his loyalty lies more than any other. It is fair to assume that he would do anything to keep his parents safe, particularly his mother.
Most of Draco’s tendency to snap at and bully people around comes from not only his upbringing - it’s fairly safe to assume that Lucius is controlling and very much the man of the house, particularly when it comes to the treatment of house-elves and anyone below his stature - but also the fact that he doesn’t realise that there might be a better way to release pent-up emotion. Not only does it allow Draco to calm himself down when he’s stressed out, it allows him to feel better about his own insecurities. He’s well aware that he’s not the best at everything - in fact, he’s very much a jack of all trades when it comes to magical prowess - and it’s because of that that he belittles others, often in an attempt to lower their self-esteem so he might take their place at the top of things. Despite this, he is also quite aware that his and his family’s failures during the Second Wizarding War mean that he has very little chance of ever being able to use his family name to manipulate the way he did when he was younger. Where the Malfoy name once held something akin to majesty, he knows that it now symbolises little more than a family of cowards.
Throughout the last two years, it is notable that Draco has been scared for his life and those of his parents almost constantly. The fact that he puts his family’s lives above his own does show some growth from the cowardly little boy he once was, but it is not without consequence. He is almost single-minded in the way he lets his mission and pleasing the Dark Lord come before everything else, much to the annoyance of the few friends he has by the end of his sixth year. This single-mindedness drives him to eventually being completely alone save for the odd companionship of his loyal henchmen, with whom he almost inexplicably trusts with his life. At the same time, he doesn’t handle betrayal well - when Crabbe betrays him and meets an untimely end, Draco reacts with shocked vulnerability, suddenly realising that he really doesn’t have anything left. After the Battle of Hogwarts is won, he accepts this fact and drifts into himself, becoming a more withdrawn, terrified little boy than ever before.
As far as being the youngest of the Death Eaters goes, Draco reacts nowhere near as well as one might expect of a Slytherin of his blood - though at the beginning of his sixth year, he had toted his mission as something grand for everyone to be jealous of, it is quickly obvious over the next year or so that he wishes nothing more than to go back in time and rid himself of the damnéd Mark that adorns his arm. He holds few regrets in his short life, but among them is following his father’s footsteps. It’s for that reason that he can’t help but resent his father somewhat; though Draco loves Lucius, it is more for the reason that he fathered him and gave him everything as a child than what Lucius currently provides. At the same time, Draco has come to terms with the fact that Lucius also wasn’t given the best deal in the greater scheme of things, and did what he thought would have been best for his family. Draco’s opinion of his mother is far higher, rarely delving into the negative: there is very little he wouldn’t do for Narcissa. He puts his life on the line for her when it comes to Voldemort and his mission to kill Dumbledore, barely hesitating to do what he has to in order to keep his family alive and well, even when he can’t actually go through with it. He is very close to his mother, even going so far as to be considered a bit of a mama’s boy; he owns this descriptor by the end of the Battle of Hogwarts, acknowledging that yes, he lost his wand, and yes, he’s using his mother’s. At this point, Draco has very much come to terms with everything in his life, letting little get to him.
Sexual Preferences/Orientation: Though Draco’s family has instilled him with many a traditionalist value, enforcing the joys of heterosexual monogamy, he considers himself to be flexible. Providing their personality is pleasing to him, or a situation is easily read as a good opportunity, he is willing to go with it. He is an opportunist by nature, though he does prefer the notion of monogamy to a number of partners. He considers women easier to have a relationship with - a value left over from his parents’ - but is willing to sleep with whomever is interested and interesting. Sex, however, is not necessarily the end all, be all for him: Draco doesn’t require it in his life, though it’s rarely something he’ll complain about having. Draco prefers partners who are strong-willed and intelligent - someone who can provide him with a challenge inside and outside the bedroom.
Powers: Draco is a wizard. As such, provided he has his wand, he can perform magic. He has the abilities to perform very limited wandless magic, as well as limited wordless magic. This magic ranges from the smallest charms to clean a house to levitation charms to even Dark Arts. As merely a part of his character, Draco is morally opposed to using the Unforgivable Curses - the Cruciatus, the Imperius, and the Killing Curse - and refuses to use them under pretty much pain of death. A result of his upbringing, however, means he performs charms for the most simple of tasks, often without any actual knowledge of how to perform the task without magic.
First-Person:
- It’s difficult to pinpoint the precise moment I realised that life as I knew it was going to change forever. In all likelihood, it wasn’t until I sat in the Great Hall with Mother on one side, and Father on the side, but I’ll firmly retain the belief that I knew when Potter stole my bloody wand. Hindsight is a wonderful thing, except when it’s properly buggered and does you no good than to show you exactly how your life has gone and fallen apart right beneath your nose. It seems that the life of the coward suits me well enough - even my few heroic attempts crumble like a poorly made biscuit under pressure - though I can’t say I expected my parents to go along with the matter so easily. We’ve all resigned ourselves to our inevitable fate: to merely go through life a pawn, our heads now down and our Marks hidden deftly beneath our sleeves. No longer will the Malfoy name be toted as one of the great pureblooded families; no, now we are known as nothing more than the Dark Lord’s devoted followers. I have nowhere I belong now, despite what Pansy may tell me in her letters - letters I swiftly burn, only to owl a belated reply two days later (for there’s only so many friends left, and I would much rather have someone to talk to). She is convinced that all I need is a good party or two. Bitterly, I avoid telling her that there are few families that would extend such an invitation to any heir of the Malfoy line. Instead, I am forced to complete my studies on my own, praying silently to an unknown deity that I might be granted NEWTs after all. I am not hopeful.
Third-Person:
- Draco should have known that it would have been far better to simply Apparate home. It should have been the first thought to crop into his head once he was finished his meagre shopping trip in Diagon Alley; even more than that, it should have occurred to him ages ago that his best bet was to get in and out as fast as possible.
And yet, not only had the young man stayed far too long in Diagon Alley, sampling a new type of chocolate before picking up the robes his mother had ordered specially made, only to find himself eavesdropping on a nearby conversation about himself and his ‘gall to leave the house’. He’d taken the less-than-subtle hint and his bags, leaving the Alley by foot instead of Apparition - he needed time to think, and walking part of the way home was the best opportunity. There was a point in time - recent time, even - when Draco would have simply drawn his wand on the offending wizard, sneered a derogatory remark about his blood, and strutted off like the albino peacocks back at the Manor, but that time felt like years past. It seemed so long ago that the highlight of his day was merely flinging insults at the mudblood and her blood-traitor boyfriend.
At first, Draco hadn’t thought the sudden change in terrain was odd. He could have taken a wrong turn somewhere, that wasn’t unheard of; it was only when he stopped passing people, stopped passing houses and anything that remotely resembled his home that he began to worry. And when he came upon a city, he began to wonder if he hadn’t fallen asleep somewhere. A sneer pulled at his lips as he regarded all around him - ugly, crumbling buildings and trash at his feet - and slowly withdrew his wand, rolling it between his fingers carefully. It wouldn’t do to get caught off-guard here, he thought, already feeling a tightness in his chest that denoted growing terror. An unsurprising reaction, but not one he appreciated so far outside his comfort zone. He hadn’t the slightest inkling as to where he was, nor precisely how he got there: all Draco knew was that he had a very bad feeling in his gut about the place.
Third-Person #2:
- Barely stifling a whimper, Draco dropped behind the overturned table, pulling his legs up against his chest to create the smallest ball he could possibly manage. His wand was long gone, swiped by Potter out of his own hand without even the decency of Disarming, and he was left helpless. Still reeling from Crabbe’s death - and where did Goyle go? - Draco struggled to catch his breath; hyperventilation would get him nowhere, and the chances of his parents being somewhere around were fairly high, so he thought. They wouldn’t have left him there alone; they had certainly done their fair share of less than brilliant things in regards to him, but there was no way his mother would ever leave without him, her only son.
Draco glanced out around the table, watching yet another wizard - too young to be fighting a war - fall to the Killing Curse. He winced, worrying his lower lip between his teeth to the point of almost bloodying it as he tried to keep his breathing silent; the last thing he wanted was to be found and accused of- He didn’t even know what they’d be accusing him of. Just that it wouldn’t be good, that it would likely lead to his untimely demise at the wrong end of someone’s wand.
At the thought of someone’s wand, it was as if Draco had suddenly been granted some kind of provisional luck - luck that he cursed for not being around previously, when he really needed it. A wand, conveniently lost, and likely by the freshly fallen wizard, rolled against his fingers. In a better moment, Draco wouldn’t have imagined it urging him to take it and find his parents - Malfoys weren’t so delusional as to imagine inanimate objects speaking to them at inopportune moments, after all - but he snatched it up all the same, pushing himself into a low crouch. It was there he lingered until the right moment, suddenly flinging a curse over the table towards an offending witch - whether she was on the same side as him Draco would never know, for she crumpled immediately to the stone floors of the Hall to allow him passage. Let it never be said that Draco Malfoy couldn’t cast a spell to save his life.
Certainly, he kept running - it was one of his specialities - but he continued hurling curse after curse back over his shoulder and around him, face contorted not into the same concentrated rage as everyone around him but a face of sheer terror, as if he was unsure that he would make it to the next door, to the next room, to even the next minute. His breath was catching on a knot in his throat and his lungs and legs were beginning to burn with the effort; the last time he ran like this, it was by Snape’s hand, dragging him out of this very same Hall. Draco hadn’t seen him; he was more than likely dead. Everyone was dead. It was merely a small blessing that he was running too quickly past individual battles to pay attention to the corpses growing cold beneath his feet. He stifled a shiver, refusing to let his surroundings get to him; he was of a single mind at that moment, resolving to do only one thing: find his parents.