Post by Draco Malfoy on Dec 28, 2005 17:53:05 GMT -5
Name: Draco Abraxas Malfoy
Nicknames: Malfoy to most, Drakie to Pansy, the "Amazing Bouncing Ferret" to Weasley
Age: 15
Blood: Pureblood; how dare you imply otherwise?
Birthday: 5 June 1980
House: Slytherin
Any ability or special blood type you have aka vampire, veela, werewolf, etc.: Nope.
Personality: Draco’s vaulting ambition defines and influences the remainder of his personality. Foremost, it prevents him from accepting anything less than perfection. In all aspects of his life- including Quidditch, academics, and society -Draco strives for excellence, a habit learned from his father. He tolerates weakness neither in himself nor in others, but is more publicly scornful of others. In cases where he fails to dominate, he allows himself to set aside other tasks, even more important tasks, until he has achieved superiority over the competition. The fact that Hermione Granger bests him in school and Harry Potter flies more skillfully in Quidditch irks him to no end, and he spends long hours attempting to improve himself in order to rub the victory in their noses. To him, tainted blood is an imperfection and, thus, he despises Muggleborns. Unfortunately, Draco’s ambition leads him to an absolute thirst for power that can be sated only by the most underhanded means. He will first feed his ambition, caring little who he crushes on the climb upward. He has an excellent comprehension of human nature and employs this art to skillfully manipulate the weak in order to achieve his own ends. A chronic liar, Draco only speaks the truth when the truth is convenient; otherwise, he either lies or embellishes to suit his intents.
His ambition leaves no room for compassion. In fact, Draco almost perfectly epitomizes the narcissist. He cares little for anyone other than himself and, in addition to rambling on about his own achievements at length whether or not the listeners really care to hear, will thoughtlessly place his own safety and desire before those of other people, even those whom he considers friends. Unfortunately, Draco really does not have many true friends. He is extremely extroverted and can speak with anyone eloquently without the smallest hint of shyness, but his overwhelming arrogance either drives people away or, more commonly, prevents him from respecting anyone enough to treat them as an equal. Earning the respect of Draco Malfoy is a long, difficult process to a tenuous end; once a person has obtained that respect, even the smallest flaw or mistake, if detected by Draco, can dash that regard. Sadly enough, most of his friendships are mere illusions. In truth, Draco does not make friends; he forms alliances. His father’s position, which he will some day inherit, has forced him to relinquish his innocent childhood in favor of the more adult concern of society.
Though he feigns bravery for society’s sake, any show of courage is usually bravado, for he is quite the coward. However, in most cases, he prefers to slink out of unpleasant situations and to avoid any objects of fear. In order to protect himself, he commands the two lumbering bodyguards, Crabbe and Goyle. Their intimidating presence allows Draco to taunt and instigate as much as he likes without facing the possibility of personal injury. When Crabbe and Goyle are not around, he often becomes much more reserved in his comments around people who could harm him. For the most part, his tolerance for anything unpleasant is remarkably low and he has no qualms about informing everyone around him about his discomfort and using any personal injury to his advantage. In situations where he fails to get his own way, he complains constantly; in this way, he has bullied his parents into doting upon him with various gifts and is a very spoiled child.
Though Draco may seem completely unpleasant in most cases, he does not lack redeeming qualities. He may be domineering and controlling to the point that he demands absolute dominance in every situation and refuses to entertain any plans that might be unfavorable. However, this commanding quality makes him an excellent leader. Draco enjoys the respect and servitude of almost every Slytherin and can drum up and control followers with ease. Also, he has incredible sharpness of mind. His intelligence propels him towards the top of most classes; though some doubters may think that he compels underlings to complete his assignments for him and likewise manipulates instructors, his high marks are a product of his own skill alone- though, having Snape as a Potions teacher does have advantages in that area. In addition, he has excellent observational skills. In seconds, he can judge any person, situation, or task and immediately discover a viable solution, though the success of the solution is variable. His tact and social grace are nearly unmatched. He speaks eloquently and all words are perfectly controlled; every word that comes from his mouth is intentional, and he almost never lets any crucial information slip. He knows instinctively what effect each comment will produce. Occasionally, however, he arrogantly overestimates his own skill and underestimates the person to whom he is speaking.
First of all, Draco fears failure, partly because he is a perfectionist and partly because failure would disappoint his father. He particularly fears his father’s displeasure. He looks to Lucius as the model of a perfect human being: influential, wealthy, suave. He desires to one day match, and excel, his father and to become a renowned, respected, powerful individual. Though submitting to Voldemort’s will does not appeal to him, pleasing his father and sharing in Voldemort’s power does. Still, he has a profound fear of Voldemort that he has never admitted to anyone- even, incidentally, himself. He fears that Voldemort will take his life, either figuratively by enslaving him in chains of their cause, or literally. Also, Draco has an almost obsessive mistrust and cynicism in regards to other people. He feels that most people are so jealous of him that they would stop at nothing to usurp him. He does not speak of or show his emotions and true desires lest he show weakness; coercing Draco to talk about any of his innermost secrets, fears, and hopes is nearly impossible without the aid of a potion or magic. Though emotions still dwell within their cage in the corner of his soul, he locks them away; on limited occasions, his hidden emotions have surfaced into full-blown nervous breakdowns. Despite his irrational distrust of humanity, he is starved for attention and seeks approval from other people, even though consciously he would never admit to needing approval. Draco’s greatest fear is an overwhelming, choking fear of death. He likes to have perfect control over every situation, and death is one inevitability over which he has no power. Because he fears death, he fears any situations and objects which could produce death. Death haunts him in his nightmares and is the ever-present specter following at his heels.
Despite his less-than-admirable qualities, Draco is not an incorrigible menace in all aspects. His full-fledged devotion for his mother, Narcissa, and his father, Lucius, stretches beyond the bounds of mere filial respect and falls as close to the realm of real love as Draco can reach. He would scale vast mountains and commit any number of grisly crimes in order to safeguard his parents’ lives. However, though he idolizes and emulates them in almost every possible way, especially where his father is concerned, he has not sunk so low into the pit of evil yet that he is beyond redemption. Deep within his soul, at the very back of his cage of emotions, linger a few dying embers of remorse, compassion, and morality. Though his unquenchable thirst for power and other flaws learned from his father command his life in most cases, this conscience has not yet been extinguished and still has enough vitality to, with attention and determination, blossom and change Draco for the better.
Conclusively, Draco is an obsessive compulsive, clever, emotionally dead narcissist. If ever he managed to open his emotions to the world and use his better qualities for good, he could be a crucial player in the battle against Voldemort. As it is, his ambition and need for approval from his father has set him firmly on a track to disaster and, inevitably, ruin and the death that so terrifies him. If only he could fully explore his own potential for goodness, a potential brought to the forefront by recent events, he could save himself from the demons that plague him.
Draco Malfoy is the kind of kid people love to hate. Yes, he is feared and he knows it. He is adored as well, and he knows it, and he likes to take advantage of these things. He’s the reason that many people hate and love Slytherins.
Personal History: ((posted seperately))
Appearance : Pointed features, somber, haughty lines, and a profound lack of color combine to create an appearance for Draco as unusual as the boy. Though he shares many of Lucius' distinctive features, Narcissa has granted him a general litheness and angularity that constrasts with his father's strong, chiseled phisique. The result is a perfect harmony of both parents' features, a blend that is completely of neither party, but is uniquely Draco.
Draco's eyes are nearly identical to his father's. The eyelids are hooded, nearly translucent, and fringed with long, delicate lashes of pale cream; the upper eyelid on each eye slashes down sharply across the orb. Like Lucius', the irises are gray. However, Draco's irises, extraordinarily pale and slashed with tendrils of bright silver, are more pallid than his fathers' and produce an illusatory glow, particularly when his emotions are very strong. Upon a sharp brow-ridge, perfectly proportioned to the curve of his eyelids, sit two exquisitely manicured eyebrows. Not a single silver-blonde hair peppers the space between his brows nor departs in any way from their sleek boundaries. Normally, he imperceptibly narrows his eyes and raises his brows in a subtle expression of superiority. However, when he is angry, his eyebrows dive together in the furrow of his brow and his eyes narrow to deadly silver slits. An observant onlooker might glimpse a twinge of uncontrolled emotion flickering across the surface of his glassy, marble-like orbs, but these instances are as brief as flashes of lightning slicing through a dark sky.
Virtually emotionless, these silver eyes, pale and arrogant, epitomize the remaining features of his equally pale, arrogant, emotionless face. The central features are bounded by an angular oval shape brought to a point at a sharp chin. Directly in the middle of his face lies a long, noble nose remarkably similar to the noses carved by ancient Greek sculptors; the bridge is thin and prominent, the pointed tip slightly upturned, the nostrils small and delicate. Jutting cheekbones, over which his translucent skin stretches tightly, flank his nose. The upper portions of his two delicate ears are so sharply angled that they appear almost pointed and elf-like. Of all his facial features, his lips alone are not sharp. Soft, quivering, elastic, they morph effortlessly into a trademark smirk, cruel sneer, or dark scowl at will. Only rarely will the lower lip, somewhat fuller than the upper, tremble with the fruits of unrestrained fear; it may, however, jut somewhat if he is upset and wants everyone around him to realize his condition. Upon occasions more seldom occurring than the discovery of a flawless blue diamond, a genuine smile might descend upon his lips. Most attempts at smiling are weak and imperfect, but nonetheless transform his haughty features for a brief second. The skin of his face lacks even the smallest hint of a blemish and has an eerie, unnatural pallor that, coupled with the dark shadows that linger in his sallow cheeks, give him a rather sickly appearance. Heavy cares too soon accepted have made him very gaunt and unhealthy of late.
The base color of his hair was acquired from both parents, as both Narcissa and Lucius are natural blondes. However, whereas his parents' locks near more to yellow-gold, Draco's vibrant strands are so pale that they appear almost white; very bright light washes out what little color exists and causes his hair to shine brilliantly silver. Meticulously, he combs and styles his locks, only ceasing to groom once he has assured himself that every singular silver-blonde strand is in place. He prefers to dab his fingertips with gel and slick his hair back so that the strands cascade backward in a thick mane; the smooth ends, free of frizz, rest gently against the nape of his neck. However, sometimes he chooses to allow his hair to fall naturally into place; somewhat long, grown-out bangs fall stylishly to either side of his broad forehead. Even so, he adds a swirl of gel, if only to add a hint of shine and a purposeful tousle.
From Lucius, Draco has inherited his height and, from Narcissa, his build. Standing just above five feet and eleven inches, he falls at the high end of the range of heights for an average male. However, he often seems taller because of his fundamentally slender build. Though his shoulders are of medium width and are bony and protruding; his arms and legs have a long, lean appearance. Through regular exercise and Quidditch training, as well as the fortunate blessing of genetics, Draco has a very low percentage of body fat. His muscles are not overly large, but they are defined within his thin lines, giving off an overall impression of athleticism. Unlike many tall teenagers, he feels comfortable with his long limbs and his height and carries himself gracefully, with an air of purpose and impeccable posture. As a Seeker, he may not have Harry’s remarkable skills, but is very capable despite his unusual height. His hands, though large in proportion to his height, are incredibly delicate; the long, lithe fingers are perfectly designed to grasp a swift Snitch in flight. His slenderness conceals more physical strength than a casual onlooker would surmise, but he rarely cares to use brute force, preferring to force his henchmen to physically overpower any enemies if need be. However, lately, unnatural levels of stress have toyed with his eating habits and given him frequent bouts of illness; as an effect, his entire body has taken on a wan, subtly frail façade.
Whatever the style or type of Draco’s clothing, the presentation is always meticulous. Each crease of his pant legs and collars are pressed and starched; wrinkles are virtually absent. He ensures that only the finest fabrics comprise every inch of his attire, and he scrupulously plans adornment. When attending classes, he wears robes made of expensive dyed linen with hand-sewn embroidery, wool cloaks with fastenings of pure silver, sweaters of finely brushed cashmere, and ties of natural silk. On weekends and when outside of school, he chooses formal-style trousers and high-collared, stiff shirts, often adorned with genuine silver buttons, or thick cashmere sweaters. Bright colors are absent from his wardrobe; in fact, apart from some green articles, most of his clothing is some value of gray, white, or black. Always, Draco wears black, handmade dress shoes, crafted of the finest Italian leather and specifically made for him. Rather than frequenting the shops of famous designers, in fact, he has personal tailors who make almost all of his clothing; thus, every article of clothing fits him perfectly. Upon his right ring finger, he always wears a heavy silver ring, two serpents twined about an emerald: the Malfoy family signet ring. The ring, as his clothing, always displays a flawless shine. For Draco Malfoy, anything less than perfection in every aspect of his attire is nearly as fatal as imperfection in his actions.
Hobbies: Let's see: good-looking, Pureblood, rich ... what do you think his hobbies consist of? Basically, they consist of wooing girls he finds attractive, playing Quidditch and being Slytherin's King and being, for lack of a better term, perfect.
Likes/Dislikes: Muggles, Mudbloods and low-born wizards are but a few of Draco’s dislikes. He despised Harry Potter from the moment the other boy refused his offer of friendship. He loathes Hermione Granger because she outperforms him in all his lessons except maybe in Potions. He hates Ronald Weasley simply because of the fact that Ron is a blood traitor. He doesn’t fancy being second to anyone at any time. Draco is mellow toward his fellow Slytherins but that doesn’t necessarily means he likes all of them. He admires good vision and he likes having his way with things.
Role play Sample:
((From Draco's first year sorting))
Far above, ominious clouds marbled the twilight sky. Already, a first sprinkling of stars had crept out of hiding to keep the bright moon, a round silver disk this night, company. The tiny points of brightness shed their pale light on the anxious scene below. At four long wooden tables, crowds of students tapped their fingers against their goblets and stared longingly at their empty golden plates, now and then giving a furtive glance towards the doors of the hallway. At the high head table, a motley gaggle of teachers watched the doors with mixed expressions of delight, anticipation, and, in one or two cases, complete disinterest. A thick cloud of suspense smothered the floating candles' light and the restless young men and women that it illuminated and hung in heavy cobwebs across the tables. When the huge mahogany doors finally parted, the relief emanating from the occupants of the hall was nearly audible.
In a neat single file, a group of terrified young children, none older than eleven years, shuffled into the huge hall. All the pairs of eyes of students and teachers blanketed them in stares. Many of the children looked as though, in another moment, they would burst into tears of fright, whereas others faced the promise of impending doom with only traces of anxiety. One child, a rather skinny boy in the middle of the line, stared calmly at the teacher, McGonagall, who headed the line. The only half-expression painted upon his face was a mask of sheer indifference. This eerily pale, gray-eyed boy, Draco Malfoy, viewed the onlookers with the same cool, glib confidence to which he treated all the underlings. Though many of the students before and behind him whispered anxious theories to each other, Draco remained silent, his lips poised in an expectant smirk. He had no reason to fret over the impending sorting; he already knew his future.
After an eternity of watching each successive student undergo the bizarre sorting ceremony, Draco finally heard the welcome sound of his name in McGonagall's harsh tones. "Malfoy, Draco!" Summoned forth by the title, he primly strode towards the Sorting Stool, settled elegantly upon it, and accepted the Sorting Hat. For a moment, he turned the hat over in his hands and examined its weathered surface. In every place, the fabric showed signs of its great age. Mismatched patches struggled to cover an extensive network of tears and little patches of worn material were sprinkled at intervals. Rather than overwhelming Draco with a sense of awe at the history held in his slim fingers, the Sorting Hat caused him to momentarily worry whether or not the hat might muss his hair.
At last, the moment of judgment had arrived, and Draco could wait no longer. He slowly raised the hat above his white-blonde head and briefly hesitated. If the hat dared place him in one of the lesser houses, he might have to scream. Drawing a deep breath into his lungs, he lowered the hat towards his mane of pallid hair. Even before the hat fully closed over his head, the tear at the brim opened wide and a shrill voice thundered a single, glorious word: "SLYTHERIN!" Hurling the hat recklessly at McGonagall, Draco hopped down from the stool and instinctively trotted towards the table occupied by green-crested students; the smirk curling his lips upward could not have been more smug as he chose an empty chair next to his two lumbering companions, Crabbe and Goyle, and turned to witness the other first years as they squirmed in fear. At last, the Sorting Hat had placed him in the house to which he rightfully belonged. Already, his twisted little mind filled up with possible schemes and directives that might be given to his new army of followers- without doubt, he knew that he would soon dominate Slytherin.
Long live the king.
Savvy?
Nicknames: Malfoy to most, Drakie to Pansy, the "Amazing Bouncing Ferret" to Weasley
Age: 15
Blood: Pureblood; how dare you imply otherwise?
Birthday: 5 June 1980
House: Slytherin
Any ability or special blood type you have aka vampire, veela, werewolf, etc.: Nope.
Personality: Draco’s vaulting ambition defines and influences the remainder of his personality. Foremost, it prevents him from accepting anything less than perfection. In all aspects of his life- including Quidditch, academics, and society -Draco strives for excellence, a habit learned from his father. He tolerates weakness neither in himself nor in others, but is more publicly scornful of others. In cases where he fails to dominate, he allows himself to set aside other tasks, even more important tasks, until he has achieved superiority over the competition. The fact that Hermione Granger bests him in school and Harry Potter flies more skillfully in Quidditch irks him to no end, and he spends long hours attempting to improve himself in order to rub the victory in their noses. To him, tainted blood is an imperfection and, thus, he despises Muggleborns. Unfortunately, Draco’s ambition leads him to an absolute thirst for power that can be sated only by the most underhanded means. He will first feed his ambition, caring little who he crushes on the climb upward. He has an excellent comprehension of human nature and employs this art to skillfully manipulate the weak in order to achieve his own ends. A chronic liar, Draco only speaks the truth when the truth is convenient; otherwise, he either lies or embellishes to suit his intents.
His ambition leaves no room for compassion. In fact, Draco almost perfectly epitomizes the narcissist. He cares little for anyone other than himself and, in addition to rambling on about his own achievements at length whether or not the listeners really care to hear, will thoughtlessly place his own safety and desire before those of other people, even those whom he considers friends. Unfortunately, Draco really does not have many true friends. He is extremely extroverted and can speak with anyone eloquently without the smallest hint of shyness, but his overwhelming arrogance either drives people away or, more commonly, prevents him from respecting anyone enough to treat them as an equal. Earning the respect of Draco Malfoy is a long, difficult process to a tenuous end; once a person has obtained that respect, even the smallest flaw or mistake, if detected by Draco, can dash that regard. Sadly enough, most of his friendships are mere illusions. In truth, Draco does not make friends; he forms alliances. His father’s position, which he will some day inherit, has forced him to relinquish his innocent childhood in favor of the more adult concern of society.
Though he feigns bravery for society’s sake, any show of courage is usually bravado, for he is quite the coward. However, in most cases, he prefers to slink out of unpleasant situations and to avoid any objects of fear. In order to protect himself, he commands the two lumbering bodyguards, Crabbe and Goyle. Their intimidating presence allows Draco to taunt and instigate as much as he likes without facing the possibility of personal injury. When Crabbe and Goyle are not around, he often becomes much more reserved in his comments around people who could harm him. For the most part, his tolerance for anything unpleasant is remarkably low and he has no qualms about informing everyone around him about his discomfort and using any personal injury to his advantage. In situations where he fails to get his own way, he complains constantly; in this way, he has bullied his parents into doting upon him with various gifts and is a very spoiled child.
Though Draco may seem completely unpleasant in most cases, he does not lack redeeming qualities. He may be domineering and controlling to the point that he demands absolute dominance in every situation and refuses to entertain any plans that might be unfavorable. However, this commanding quality makes him an excellent leader. Draco enjoys the respect and servitude of almost every Slytherin and can drum up and control followers with ease. Also, he has incredible sharpness of mind. His intelligence propels him towards the top of most classes; though some doubters may think that he compels underlings to complete his assignments for him and likewise manipulates instructors, his high marks are a product of his own skill alone- though, having Snape as a Potions teacher does have advantages in that area. In addition, he has excellent observational skills. In seconds, he can judge any person, situation, or task and immediately discover a viable solution, though the success of the solution is variable. His tact and social grace are nearly unmatched. He speaks eloquently and all words are perfectly controlled; every word that comes from his mouth is intentional, and he almost never lets any crucial information slip. He knows instinctively what effect each comment will produce. Occasionally, however, he arrogantly overestimates his own skill and underestimates the person to whom he is speaking.
First of all, Draco fears failure, partly because he is a perfectionist and partly because failure would disappoint his father. He particularly fears his father’s displeasure. He looks to Lucius as the model of a perfect human being: influential, wealthy, suave. He desires to one day match, and excel, his father and to become a renowned, respected, powerful individual. Though submitting to Voldemort’s will does not appeal to him, pleasing his father and sharing in Voldemort’s power does. Still, he has a profound fear of Voldemort that he has never admitted to anyone- even, incidentally, himself. He fears that Voldemort will take his life, either figuratively by enslaving him in chains of their cause, or literally. Also, Draco has an almost obsessive mistrust and cynicism in regards to other people. He feels that most people are so jealous of him that they would stop at nothing to usurp him. He does not speak of or show his emotions and true desires lest he show weakness; coercing Draco to talk about any of his innermost secrets, fears, and hopes is nearly impossible without the aid of a potion or magic. Though emotions still dwell within their cage in the corner of his soul, he locks them away; on limited occasions, his hidden emotions have surfaced into full-blown nervous breakdowns. Despite his irrational distrust of humanity, he is starved for attention and seeks approval from other people, even though consciously he would never admit to needing approval. Draco’s greatest fear is an overwhelming, choking fear of death. He likes to have perfect control over every situation, and death is one inevitability over which he has no power. Because he fears death, he fears any situations and objects which could produce death. Death haunts him in his nightmares and is the ever-present specter following at his heels.
Despite his less-than-admirable qualities, Draco is not an incorrigible menace in all aspects. His full-fledged devotion for his mother, Narcissa, and his father, Lucius, stretches beyond the bounds of mere filial respect and falls as close to the realm of real love as Draco can reach. He would scale vast mountains and commit any number of grisly crimes in order to safeguard his parents’ lives. However, though he idolizes and emulates them in almost every possible way, especially where his father is concerned, he has not sunk so low into the pit of evil yet that he is beyond redemption. Deep within his soul, at the very back of his cage of emotions, linger a few dying embers of remorse, compassion, and morality. Though his unquenchable thirst for power and other flaws learned from his father command his life in most cases, this conscience has not yet been extinguished and still has enough vitality to, with attention and determination, blossom and change Draco for the better.
Conclusively, Draco is an obsessive compulsive, clever, emotionally dead narcissist. If ever he managed to open his emotions to the world and use his better qualities for good, he could be a crucial player in the battle against Voldemort. As it is, his ambition and need for approval from his father has set him firmly on a track to disaster and, inevitably, ruin and the death that so terrifies him. If only he could fully explore his own potential for goodness, a potential brought to the forefront by recent events, he could save himself from the demons that plague him.
Draco Malfoy is the kind of kid people love to hate. Yes, he is feared and he knows it. He is adored as well, and he knows it, and he likes to take advantage of these things. He’s the reason that many people hate and love Slytherins.
Personal History: ((posted seperately))
Appearance : Pointed features, somber, haughty lines, and a profound lack of color combine to create an appearance for Draco as unusual as the boy. Though he shares many of Lucius' distinctive features, Narcissa has granted him a general litheness and angularity that constrasts with his father's strong, chiseled phisique. The result is a perfect harmony of both parents' features, a blend that is completely of neither party, but is uniquely Draco.
Draco's eyes are nearly identical to his father's. The eyelids are hooded, nearly translucent, and fringed with long, delicate lashes of pale cream; the upper eyelid on each eye slashes down sharply across the orb. Like Lucius', the irises are gray. However, Draco's irises, extraordinarily pale and slashed with tendrils of bright silver, are more pallid than his fathers' and produce an illusatory glow, particularly when his emotions are very strong. Upon a sharp brow-ridge, perfectly proportioned to the curve of his eyelids, sit two exquisitely manicured eyebrows. Not a single silver-blonde hair peppers the space between his brows nor departs in any way from their sleek boundaries. Normally, he imperceptibly narrows his eyes and raises his brows in a subtle expression of superiority. However, when he is angry, his eyebrows dive together in the furrow of his brow and his eyes narrow to deadly silver slits. An observant onlooker might glimpse a twinge of uncontrolled emotion flickering across the surface of his glassy, marble-like orbs, but these instances are as brief as flashes of lightning slicing through a dark sky.
Virtually emotionless, these silver eyes, pale and arrogant, epitomize the remaining features of his equally pale, arrogant, emotionless face. The central features are bounded by an angular oval shape brought to a point at a sharp chin. Directly in the middle of his face lies a long, noble nose remarkably similar to the noses carved by ancient Greek sculptors; the bridge is thin and prominent, the pointed tip slightly upturned, the nostrils small and delicate. Jutting cheekbones, over which his translucent skin stretches tightly, flank his nose. The upper portions of his two delicate ears are so sharply angled that they appear almost pointed and elf-like. Of all his facial features, his lips alone are not sharp. Soft, quivering, elastic, they morph effortlessly into a trademark smirk, cruel sneer, or dark scowl at will. Only rarely will the lower lip, somewhat fuller than the upper, tremble with the fruits of unrestrained fear; it may, however, jut somewhat if he is upset and wants everyone around him to realize his condition. Upon occasions more seldom occurring than the discovery of a flawless blue diamond, a genuine smile might descend upon his lips. Most attempts at smiling are weak and imperfect, but nonetheless transform his haughty features for a brief second. The skin of his face lacks even the smallest hint of a blemish and has an eerie, unnatural pallor that, coupled with the dark shadows that linger in his sallow cheeks, give him a rather sickly appearance. Heavy cares too soon accepted have made him very gaunt and unhealthy of late.
The base color of his hair was acquired from both parents, as both Narcissa and Lucius are natural blondes. However, whereas his parents' locks near more to yellow-gold, Draco's vibrant strands are so pale that they appear almost white; very bright light washes out what little color exists and causes his hair to shine brilliantly silver. Meticulously, he combs and styles his locks, only ceasing to groom once he has assured himself that every singular silver-blonde strand is in place. He prefers to dab his fingertips with gel and slick his hair back so that the strands cascade backward in a thick mane; the smooth ends, free of frizz, rest gently against the nape of his neck. However, sometimes he chooses to allow his hair to fall naturally into place; somewhat long, grown-out bangs fall stylishly to either side of his broad forehead. Even so, he adds a swirl of gel, if only to add a hint of shine and a purposeful tousle.
From Lucius, Draco has inherited his height and, from Narcissa, his build. Standing just above five feet and eleven inches, he falls at the high end of the range of heights for an average male. However, he often seems taller because of his fundamentally slender build. Though his shoulders are of medium width and are bony and protruding; his arms and legs have a long, lean appearance. Through regular exercise and Quidditch training, as well as the fortunate blessing of genetics, Draco has a very low percentage of body fat. His muscles are not overly large, but they are defined within his thin lines, giving off an overall impression of athleticism. Unlike many tall teenagers, he feels comfortable with his long limbs and his height and carries himself gracefully, with an air of purpose and impeccable posture. As a Seeker, he may not have Harry’s remarkable skills, but is very capable despite his unusual height. His hands, though large in proportion to his height, are incredibly delicate; the long, lithe fingers are perfectly designed to grasp a swift Snitch in flight. His slenderness conceals more physical strength than a casual onlooker would surmise, but he rarely cares to use brute force, preferring to force his henchmen to physically overpower any enemies if need be. However, lately, unnatural levels of stress have toyed with his eating habits and given him frequent bouts of illness; as an effect, his entire body has taken on a wan, subtly frail façade.
Whatever the style or type of Draco’s clothing, the presentation is always meticulous. Each crease of his pant legs and collars are pressed and starched; wrinkles are virtually absent. He ensures that only the finest fabrics comprise every inch of his attire, and he scrupulously plans adornment. When attending classes, he wears robes made of expensive dyed linen with hand-sewn embroidery, wool cloaks with fastenings of pure silver, sweaters of finely brushed cashmere, and ties of natural silk. On weekends and when outside of school, he chooses formal-style trousers and high-collared, stiff shirts, often adorned with genuine silver buttons, or thick cashmere sweaters. Bright colors are absent from his wardrobe; in fact, apart from some green articles, most of his clothing is some value of gray, white, or black. Always, Draco wears black, handmade dress shoes, crafted of the finest Italian leather and specifically made for him. Rather than frequenting the shops of famous designers, in fact, he has personal tailors who make almost all of his clothing; thus, every article of clothing fits him perfectly. Upon his right ring finger, he always wears a heavy silver ring, two serpents twined about an emerald: the Malfoy family signet ring. The ring, as his clothing, always displays a flawless shine. For Draco Malfoy, anything less than perfection in every aspect of his attire is nearly as fatal as imperfection in his actions.
Hobbies: Let's see: good-looking, Pureblood, rich ... what do you think his hobbies consist of? Basically, they consist of wooing girls he finds attractive, playing Quidditch and being Slytherin's King and being, for lack of a better term, perfect.
Likes/Dislikes: Muggles, Mudbloods and low-born wizards are but a few of Draco’s dislikes. He despised Harry Potter from the moment the other boy refused his offer of friendship. He loathes Hermione Granger because she outperforms him in all his lessons except maybe in Potions. He hates Ronald Weasley simply because of the fact that Ron is a blood traitor. He doesn’t fancy being second to anyone at any time. Draco is mellow toward his fellow Slytherins but that doesn’t necessarily means he likes all of them. He admires good vision and he likes having his way with things.
Role play Sample:
((From Draco's first year sorting))
Far above, ominious clouds marbled the twilight sky. Already, a first sprinkling of stars had crept out of hiding to keep the bright moon, a round silver disk this night, company. The tiny points of brightness shed their pale light on the anxious scene below. At four long wooden tables, crowds of students tapped their fingers against their goblets and stared longingly at their empty golden plates, now and then giving a furtive glance towards the doors of the hallway. At the high head table, a motley gaggle of teachers watched the doors with mixed expressions of delight, anticipation, and, in one or two cases, complete disinterest. A thick cloud of suspense smothered the floating candles' light and the restless young men and women that it illuminated and hung in heavy cobwebs across the tables. When the huge mahogany doors finally parted, the relief emanating from the occupants of the hall was nearly audible.
In a neat single file, a group of terrified young children, none older than eleven years, shuffled into the huge hall. All the pairs of eyes of students and teachers blanketed them in stares. Many of the children looked as though, in another moment, they would burst into tears of fright, whereas others faced the promise of impending doom with only traces of anxiety. One child, a rather skinny boy in the middle of the line, stared calmly at the teacher, McGonagall, who headed the line. The only half-expression painted upon his face was a mask of sheer indifference. This eerily pale, gray-eyed boy, Draco Malfoy, viewed the onlookers with the same cool, glib confidence to which he treated all the underlings. Though many of the students before and behind him whispered anxious theories to each other, Draco remained silent, his lips poised in an expectant smirk. He had no reason to fret over the impending sorting; he already knew his future.
After an eternity of watching each successive student undergo the bizarre sorting ceremony, Draco finally heard the welcome sound of his name in McGonagall's harsh tones. "Malfoy, Draco!" Summoned forth by the title, he primly strode towards the Sorting Stool, settled elegantly upon it, and accepted the Sorting Hat. For a moment, he turned the hat over in his hands and examined its weathered surface. In every place, the fabric showed signs of its great age. Mismatched patches struggled to cover an extensive network of tears and little patches of worn material were sprinkled at intervals. Rather than overwhelming Draco with a sense of awe at the history held in his slim fingers, the Sorting Hat caused him to momentarily worry whether or not the hat might muss his hair.
At last, the moment of judgment had arrived, and Draco could wait no longer. He slowly raised the hat above his white-blonde head and briefly hesitated. If the hat dared place him in one of the lesser houses, he might have to scream. Drawing a deep breath into his lungs, he lowered the hat towards his mane of pallid hair. Even before the hat fully closed over his head, the tear at the brim opened wide and a shrill voice thundered a single, glorious word: "SLYTHERIN!" Hurling the hat recklessly at McGonagall, Draco hopped down from the stool and instinctively trotted towards the table occupied by green-crested students; the smirk curling his lips upward could not have been more smug as he chose an empty chair next to his two lumbering companions, Crabbe and Goyle, and turned to witness the other first years as they squirmed in fear. At last, the Sorting Hat had placed him in the house to which he rightfully belonged. Already, his twisted little mind filled up with possible schemes and directives that might be given to his new army of followers- without doubt, he knew that he would soon dominate Slytherin.
Long live the king.
Savvy?