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What can be found in a name:
Lucius Abraxas Malfoy
When the day I was born:
28/05/1958
The Angels screamed:
Abraxas & Drew Malfoy
And Hell shut its doors:
Lucius is an only child
While creatures retreated:
A female screech owl named Uxia and a few albino peacocks that are kept in the gardens that Lucius is particularly fond of.
To depths unknown:
Pureblood

I hide from them:
.Along the edge of the Black Lake
.The Slytherin common room
.His father’s study (when no one’s home)
Be who they want to see:
Lucius, like all of the Malfoys, has light blond hair. He has kept it long ever since he was quite young, believing the length suits his face shape perfectly. He and his father have often gotten into arguments over Lucius’ choice to keep it long; as Abraxas believes it makes his son look unflatteringly feminine. Lucius generally won out in the fights, owing mainly to his mother’s siding with him, though the summer when Lucius was fifteen his father got so frustrated with it he forcibly cut Lucius’ hair unbearably short every day for months. Lucius’ hair has a very soft and silky texture to it, as he puts more emphasis into taking care of it over almost everything. He wears it in a variety of styles, and though he generally prefers to wear it out and straight, he has been occasionally guilty of pulling it back and adorning with an ornate and obnoxious bow.

Lucius has light grey eyes, as almost everyone in his family has. They are almond shaped and perfectly proportioned and spaced, a trait he inherited from his mother. His eyes are perhaps the favorite of his features, because he is so deft at manipulating emotions through them, and because he believes he can easily seduce women just by looking at them (a game he likes to play.) Generally, his eyes give off a cold and aloof air, and oftentimes he finds them absentmindedly narrowed, this being an inherent display of his arrogance.

Lucius’ face is long and thin, greatly resembling his father’s. He has high, very prominent cheekbones and a narrow jaw line. Though the bridge of his nose is a bit wide, Lucius believes it sits well on his face, and is grateful in the least that it is perfectly centered. However Lucius finds rather annoying the slight hump on the bridge of his nose, and from time to time has considering seeking some way of straightening it. Even as Lucius is unbelievably vain, he greatly dislikes the plumpness of his lips, and agrees with his father that they are an undesirably feminine feature. He dislikes also that they are a darker shade of pink, and often he worries that he looks like he is wearing makeup because of it. There had been one point when he was younger that he was so self-conscious over that fact that he tried to charm his lips a lighter shade, and unfortunately ended up turning them a rather deep shade of red. Perhaps they only give the illusion of being so dark because of Lucius’ skin tone. He has the typical Malfoy paleness, and in dim light he can almost appear ghostlike, that fact does not bother him, however, as he is proud to bare the typical traits of his family.

Lucius stands at 6’1”, the average height for men in his family, and weighs around 148 lbs. He has an unusually small frame, which much to his displeasure makes his long arms and legs look lanky. However, he was lucky enough to inherent his father’s broad shoulders, the most masculine attribute of his build. Also, he is slightly underweight, which in his opinion makes him seem frail. However, he has no desire to be muscular, as he sees those men to look disproportionate, and wonders how some women could ever find that attractive, that, and he is honestly too lazy to bother building up any muscle tone. Though he had been trying to gain some weight to make himself look more healthy, he is at odds with the fact that many of the girls he comes in contact with find him attractive the way he is. Ultimately, he chose the attention over a healthier appearance, and is occasionally guilty of not eating to maintain what the women find desirable, even if he does not always find it desirable himself.

Lucius is almost like a woman in the degree he follows and keeps up with the latest trends. Simply because he has the ability, he makes certain that the clothes he wears are the most expensive he can find, also, because he can, he does not generally wear the same outfit twice, and owing to that he has an extensive wardrobe. Being rather like a peacock, Lucius likes to his look to be ornate, ostentatious, and generally obnoxious. His preferred color is black, and he likes to pair it with an array of colors. Too, he makes certain that anything he wears fits him properly, and he will not tolerate anything too tight or too loose on him. He is also guilty of owning a vast array of gaudy accessories, and he is never seen without several pricy rings and at least one accessory with a precious gem.
But that leaves no one:

To discover that inside:
For Lucius, nearly every aspect of life lies within a grey area save bloodline. Lucius believes strongly in the idea of pureblood supremacy, and promotes the idea both within his family, and in being counted within the ranks of the Death Eaters. He was raised on the belief that those of non magical parentage were “thieves of magic” and has adopted the same philosophy. Though Lucius counts innumerable individuals as “friends” those of true worth to him are those of pure blood. In placing such an importance on blood Lucius detests above all blood traitors. He believes that purebloods, as a dying breed need embrace, protect and promote their heritage. So those accepting of mudbloods and other such filth are generally abhorrent.

Lucius likes taking a leadership role, as this plays to his very demanding personality, sometimes this conflicts with rules set before him, though as with his societal dealings, he will adhere to them if they benefit him. Otherwise, he does his best to sneak through the loopholes. He likes things to be done his own way, when he wants them done, and done right the first time. Too, he prefers to pass on his demands to friends and lead by telling rather than doing. Such can be accredited to his rather spoiled upbringing, so if someone tells him to do something himself he takes it to affront. He believes action is a choice, not an obligation. Generally, he finds himself very persuasive, even if someone takes ground against him. He knows how to use words and manipulate well. In that he finds the qualities of a true leader.

Vanity is typical of Lucius, another product of his upbringing. He loves to flaunt and brag about anything and everything. Some individuals see this as him “buying acceptance” but Lucius has no problem with that so long as it’s effective. He absolutely hates if anyone can best him materially, as to him materialistic items are of high value. Owning something nicer than he is a surefire way to deflate his ego and it is how hard he takes that failure that shows a shallow, yet highly insecure side of him.

Obvious displays are his preferred way of dealing with someone he dislikes. Social destruction in his eyes is a hobby, so he enjoys starting rumors, talking behind people’s backs, and making snide comments. Still, when confronted with the object of his distaste he prefers to keep a cool and biting demeanor. He finds it considerably enjoyable to rile someone up, and watch them lose composure. It is generally his means to win a fight by causing the other to lose their temper. It makes him, in a sense. the victim of poor temperament, and he always enjoys coming out of a fight looking the better man. Still, on occasion when a nerve is struck Lucius can snap and become highly temperamental. He has, once or twice, descended to the level of physical violence. In truth he can dish criticism much easier than he can take it.

Lucius is, in every sense of the word, an aristocrat. He is proud of his wealth and his social status, and wears the title of high society well. He often attends social gatherings and high society parties. He places great importance on connecting with those who matter, and those whose position in society is either matching or higher than his own. In friendships he can call in favors, and he has earned considerable social influence because of his connections. Lucius is considered a fine and upstanding man, and does well to retain that image, though in truth he sees it only fitting of him. Lucius, in being born to privilege was destined to hold a place of great prominence.

When it comes to women, Lucius is very confident as he believes that he can have any girl that he wants. That being so he likes to play games with them, especially “hard to get” to see how much a girl is really interested. Sometimes, though his games and perceived perfection fail, making him seem like a playboy and an idiot. He never takes rejection from girls easily, and he can either spiral into a moment of self-doubt or seek to sabotage any of her potential relationships, or possibly both, depending on how much this potential relationship meant to him
This soulless being:
.Quidditch
.Dueling
.Potions
.Popular girls
.Flaunting his money
.Leadership roles
.Gryffindor baiting (especially the younger ones)
.Flirting
.Trendy clothes
Is just as lost:
.Muggleborns
.Gryffindors
.The Marauders
.House elves
.Being outdone
.Being ignored
.Being underestimated
.The rain
.The winter
.School work that requires too much writing
As everyone else:
.Persuasive- Lucius has a certain charm about him that makes people more apt to listen and agree with his way of thinking.
.Manipulative- Lucius learned at a young age how to use manipulation to get what he wants. This, atop his persuasiveness and charm, usually allows him to win out in his endeavors.
.Extroverted- Lucius was taught how to interact with people when he was younger, coming from high society. He knows how to make engaging small talk, and draw people to him with his ‘willingness’ to talk (and talk and talk.) He has become rather popular in amongst his Housemates over the years partially owing to this ability.
.Blackmail- It goes hand in hand with manipulation. When words aren’t enough, a well placed threat can always be in order, and Lucius makes a point about knowing enough about people to be able to pull this off quite well.
.Fast learner- Lucius can pick up spells rather quickly and mix accurate potions on his first try. This ability caught the attention of Professor Slughorn, and it is one of the reasons why, Lucius guesses, he gained membership in the “Slug Club”
In a world that knows only hate:
.His family- The Malfoys are a small and close knit family, and Lucius is very protective of his family name and honor. He is easily insulted if someone says the wrong thing, and will go out of his way to punish someone for a slight against his family. This has gotten him into trouble before.
.Arrogance- Lucius, being rich and a pureblood, and having been raised on the idea that those qualities made him superior believes just that. Those beliefs make him come off as exceedingly arrogant, and it makes him difficult to get along with.
.Stubbornness- Lucius likes things done his way and only his way and has no trouble picking a fight with someone who thinks otherwise. This quality has often made it difficult for him to get anything done, especially when working in a group.
.Vanity- In short, Lucius thinks he is the most attractive and perfect man ever, and he loves to talk about himself and his looks. Some people can tolerate this, but most just brush him off as a self-absorbed fool.
.Materialistic- Lucius always had the ability to own whatever he wanted, and he comes from a family that places a high value on material possessions and so Lucius adopted that belief. Oftentimes he is more protective of his belongings than his friends.
And causes pain for the soulless like me:
.Lucius had in a moment of foolhardiness and exceptional sexual drive, attempted to seduce a rather pretty Ravenclaw girl. She had returned his advances, and they had spent a wild night in an abandoned classroom. He had been near to the point of asking her to be his girlfriend, when he discovered that she was muggleborn. Completely ashamed of himself, Lucius threatened her that if she ever told anyone what had occurred between them that he, and good number of the Slytherin girls, would hex her to the point that she would be unrecognizable. The girl had never divulged her meeting with Lucius, and yet the thought of it haunts him from time to time, in those moments of weakness when he is afraid of the secret getting out, of his reputation being ruined.
.Lucius has, as of considerably recently, had discovered a fascination with the Dark Arts. The idea of it had never intrigued him before, as he had always been most concerned with the tumultuous undercurrent of school society. It had been a pair of dodgy friends that had introduced him to forbidden branches of magic. He vacillates constantly on the possibility of attempting Dark magic, and does his best to put the temptation out of his mind, however often it creeps back up upon him.

They left me to die:
His mother was an only child, although his maternal grandmother, Lucretia is still alive.
On a bed of roses:
An uncle, Porcius, who is his father’s younger brother. His aunt Camille, and his cousin Tanith. His paternal grandparents, Tanith and Vespasian are still living.
Blood seeping through:
.His uncle Porcius is an alcoholic, his father has been for a time using his own formidable reputation to protect his brother from public humiliation.
.His grandfather, in the days of Grindelwald’s power, had left the country for a year to fight alongside of him, promoting wizarding superiority. He had of course, upon Grindelwald’s downfall claimed the influence of the Imperius Curse. Although news of it never reached Britain, he is still well disliked and known in other parts of Europe.
The satin sheets of fame:
The Malfoys remain one of the most wealthy wizarding families in Britain.
What a bitter story of love:
Lucius was born to a privileged and ancient pureblood family in the spring of 1954. From an early age he was taught the importance of bloodline and loyalty to it, as the Malfoys had always been selective about who they believed was worth knowing. Lucius, being young and impressionable, believed every word and would fall in line with his family’s beliefs. He learned to hate as he was taught, and would glare at the people his parents whispered about when they were out. In truth, he was never able to distinguish at that point a muggleborn from a pureblood but would learn later that there was in difference in the way they carried themselves, or at least, the difference from those of his similar thinking.

Learning loyalties aside, Lucius had also begun magical training before he entered school. His parents wanted him to be ahead of the rest of the children, and if even by cheating would prove Malfoy superiority over the rest. His skills as a child proved to be naught but average and his father especially pressed him to be perfect and would make him practice for hours on end spells appropriate for his age until he had gotten them right. But hard work was not without reward. Because his family was wealthy (and especially as Lucius was an only child) he had been spoiled. Eventually he learned that manipulation was much more effective than actual labor, and Lucius learned how to ‘work’ his parents by being temperamental.

Upon turning eleven, Lucius received his Hogwarts letter, though he did not set foot on the train without one last round of rigorous magical practice with his father. Confident in himself and proving the worth of his family, Lucius went into Hogwarts unaware of the melting pot of witches and wizards he would encounter. For the most part he had been a sheltered child, and now he would be forcibly in contact with muggleborns and halfbloods and so many different backgrounds that he had never encountered. He disliked them all immediately. Many of the other first years came into this experience with awe, and Lucius saw them as idiotic, because magic was commonplace to him. It was then he began forming his own reasons for why he hated non-purebloods, rather than simply emulating his parents. His only initial fear was that he would be stuck in a House with them, though upon being sorted into Slytherin, he felt quite assured he would be kept away from all of that.

It was that same year that Lucius began to understand his parents’ obsession with social standing. Seeing other students get hexed in the hallway was enough that he did not want to be ranked low in school society. Unfortunately, the name ‘Malfoy’ was not enough to pull other suitable pureblood children to him, and so he enacted his talent for manipulation, a touch of confidence and strong personality and gathered a considerable number of friends. Even though he felt close to a fair few of them, he knew he was moving upward in rank and that mattered above all, that he be noticed, that he be someone of worth. He continued to move forward in school society.

As the years wore on, Lucius proved to be an exceptional wizard. He found that he had a knack for potions and dueling (the latter proving a great use in dealing with his enemies.) He was never a particularly problem student, getting a detention every so often for a minor offense. He found even then when in a tight spot he could manipulate some teachers, as he would always be quite persuasive and persistent that he never would do anything wrong. That talent seemed to pay off by his fifth year, as he was made a prefect. With that new power he found a great deal of enjoyment in bullying fellow students, as was his idea to take advantage of any situation. In this, his seventh year, he is looking forward to actually acquire a steady girlfriend (or several) and take a break from any serious studying.

An air of tension had fallen over the school when the Christmas Ball had been announced; as always it had when any major social event was to take place at the school. The girls spoke at great length about their gowns and their dates, while the boys fought viciously to land himself one of the few elite beauties. Anyone with any social status whatsoever was taking this Ball very seriously, and Lucius Malfoy, at the forefront of teenage popularity, was doing just that. He was more excited though at the fact that this would be another opportunity for him to flaunt Narcissa, as he had not really had a proper chance since the dance at Halloween. Of course, the fact that he had a steady girlfriend did not deter other girls from getting their hopes up and asking him to the Ball. Though he enjoyed the attention, as always, he also enjoyed telling every girl who approached him ‘no.’ With each rejection, he noticed a renewed circulation of nasty words about Narcissa, especially from the younger girls, who professed rather adamantly that they had harbored feelings for Lucius longer than Narcissa had even known him. Lucius relished in all of their obsessions, quite content knowing that he was still very much desired even though he had tied himself down to one girl. Still, as he was open to girls flocking to him, he kept a very close eye on Narcissa and all of the other Slytherin boys, making it very public that should anyone try to ask out his girlfriend they would be spending the Ball in hospital. From what he saw, Narcissa had been relatively safe from any advances, and Lucius was quite satisfied that they had all heeded his warning.<br><br>

Having his date set, Lucius had a considerable amount of time to find what he was wearing, and so cared very little about finding it at first, preferring to immerse himself in his friend’s love life problems. Day after day several of the boys would complain that the could not find a suitable girl, saying that all the ones that had approached them were generally unpopular trolls. Lucius had warned them it might happen, mocking them for being so cocky in thinking that they would still be able to land themselves a pretty girl little more than a week from the Ball. Out of desperation most of them sought dates outside of Slytherin, and Lucius could readily admit that he was impressed with his one friend’s choice of a very pretty Hufflepuff. Still, the fun of watching them squirm began to wear off once they had all found dates, and Lucius thought then that he would bother writing home for new dress robes. What he had worn for Halloween he had already considered ‘outdated’ and sent them home a month before. Everything else he might have considered he had long grown out of, the last thing he had tried on he had dug out of the bottom of his trunk, and the sleeves barely reached over his elbows. It was a few days before the Ball when Lucius had received a large package from home, knowing that at long last they had sent him some new dress robes, or so he thought.<br><br>

Lucius could vividly remember the scene he had caused when he had pulled some great white garish cape out of the box. Upon closer inspection of the rest of the contents, Lucius found everything else to be just as white and just as gaudy. Immediately Lucius wrote home demanding something else, though all he received in return was a curt letter from his mother reading ‘These robes are a family tradition. Your father wore them at holidays when he was your age. He believes it’s high time that you do the same.’ Dissatisfied with her answer, Lucius wrote home several more times asking for something new, but had not received any answers since. Without any back up dress robes, it appeared he would be stuck with these. Lucius was seriously beginning to regret sending home his other dress robes, cringing at the thought of the atrocity sitting in a box tucked away in his trunk. He had been able to ignore them for so long, but as the Ball was not even an hour away he had been forced to dig them out. He had high hopes that perhaps he had overreacted, but laying them out across his bed, he was only reassured that it would be a social disaster to wear them. Stuffing them back into the box again, Lucius pushed it to the corner of his bed, throwing himself down in defeat. He heaved a heavy sigh, turning to see his friends standing in the doorway of their dormitory, all looking quite handsome in elegant black.<br><br>

“I’m not going. My dress robes are absolute rubbish. I’m just not-tell Narcissa not to wait up for me.” His friends looked at him with concern; it was never likely that Lucius Malfoy would ever consider missing any important social event. ‘Come on, they can’t be that bad,’ one of the boys said. “Well they are! And I’m not going!” The boys exchanged furtive glances, weary of Lucius’ constant complaining. ‘Tell Narcissa yourself. We’ll see you upstairs.’ The boys all departed, leaving Lucius to stew. He knew he could not very well show up to tell his girlfriend that he would not be attending, knowing that would earn him a very severe tongue lashing from her. It was certainly not her fault that he would look ridiculous, and he hated to imagine her up at the Ball, dressed up very pretty and all alone. He knew that without his presence some other boy would have the nerve to ask her to dance, and Lucius knew all to well what that would lead to. “Damn it,” he muttered, conceding himself to defeat. Opening up the box and pouring out its contents again, Lucius glared at the robes with distaste, pausing for a moment before he actually resigned himself to change into them. Almost immediately following Lucius stepped in front of a mirror, making disgusted noises as he examined his appearance.<br><br>

He was pure white from head to foot, and coupled with his pale skin and light hair, Lucius thought he looked rather like a ghost. Upon closer inspection, he noticed the edges of his shirt were embroidered with ornate golden weaving, and he scowled at the row of gaudy golden buttons running down the sides of his legs. He felt odd and uncomfortable, especially as everything was tight fitting, and thought he looked disproportioned when he donned the cape that came with it, also white and fur-lined. Finally, he pulled the horrendous outfit together, pinning a diamond brooch to his neck. “I look bloody ridiculous!” he shouted at his reflection as he tied his hair back in a bow, white to match everything else. “I don’t even look like I’m from this century!” Finding it extremely awkward to move, Lucius bent back down into the box, pulling out a porcelain mask, silver designs worked into it. Putting it on Lucius sighed, wishing that it covered more than half of his face. Or perhaps he should just take the box and wear it over his head; at least then no one would recognize him. He continued to turn himself to various angles, hoping that some way he might find himself looking the least bit better. But his attempts were in vain, and he resigned to go meet Narcissa, knowing that he had already kept her waiting for far too long.<br><br>

As he stepped down into the common room, though, he found it deserted, save for Morghanna Frazer who was crying in the corner. Her face was still scarred from where Narcissa had hexed her, and no boy wanted to take a disfigured girl to the Ball. Lucius strode past her, assuring himself that should she comment at all on how he looked that she would have more scars to worry about. But she kept to herself, and without a second glance Lucius stepped out into the dungeons. Still, there was no sign of Narcissa. “Where are you?” he muttered impatiently. Perhaps she had gone up to the Ball without him, in which case he would be forced to enter dressed completely foolish and alone. Lucius was already annoyed with Narcissa at that thought, and hoped only that he would not have to search the entire Great Hall to find her. Finally finding himself nearing the ground floor, Lucius paused on the last step, watching the backs of his fellow students file into the Great Hall. He took special notice of what all the other boys were wearing, and none of which was quite as gaudy as his. “Family tradition my ass,” Lucius muttered. He had always been very strict in keeping tradition, as he had always been very proud of his Malfoy name, and though he had heard of family dress robes he had never actually seen them until now. “Apparently Father hasn’t worn these since he was my age.” He was quite right in that he had never seen his father in anything quite like this, and only wondered now if the robes that he wore to formal occasions were what Lucius would be expected to wear when he grew older. Fleetingly he wondered if there was a dress tradition for the women in his family, and he immediately thought of his cousin, Tanith. “I’m sure she’s not out there looking like a bloody fool.” Lucius would certainly make a point tonight of seeing just what his cousin was wearing, and make a point to ask her if she knew at all about these “family dress robes.” Taking a few more moments for himself, Lucius finally stepped out into the open, holding his head high as though nothing was bothering him, striding past couples, all of whom he was certain were giving him a second glance. For once, Lucius did not want to be noticed. He found himself a place to wait by the door, insistent that he would not go in without Narcissa. As people passed by him he continued to receive questioning stares, and he even heard one girl whisper to her date, ‘Is that Lucius Malfoy?’ He heard them snickering as they retreated into the Great Hall. Lucius scowled to himself. “Narcissa, where are you?”

[.lectolicious.]