Post by luciusmalfoy on Aug 6, 2010 16:55:53 GMT 1
Nickname:MC
How You Found Us:Mariaaaaa [aka Cissy]
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How You Found Us:Mariaaaaa [aka Cissy]
Contact Via:MSN: bookreader1235@aol.com; AIM: uthinkimquietha; YIM (I’m rarely on):Stagemanager1235
What can be found in a name:
Lucius Abraxas Malfoy
When the day I was born:
12/12/1958
The Angels screamed:
Abraxas Malfoy
Evangeline Malfoy; nee Dolohov
And Hell shut its doors:
Owl
While creatures retreated:
As pure as the deepest terror
To depths unknown:
Slytherin
I hide from them:
Common room
Quidditch pitch
Anywhere in the Malfoy Manor away from his parents
Where ever Narcissa Black is
Be who they want to see:
Lucius is relatively tall in height, with shoulder-length blonde hair that frames a very pale face. He carries himself with an upper classman’s dignity, and dresses accordingly. Those around him know not to cross him, with his attitude and demeanor around them.
But that leaves no one:
To discover that inside:
To many of the people that Lucius interacts with on a daily basis tend to view him as an upstanding Wizard of the Slytherin house. Though this may be somewhat true, he is a very controlling young man who is really just out for himself. He is extremely sarcastic and arrogant, two things that are just an inherent part of his personality. In addition to this “negative” behavior, Lucius tends to be quite the womanizer, what one might call a “player” in more pedestrian terms.
There is a side of Lucius that none have yet to see in his seventeen years, which is his more caring or loving side, the words used sparingly. He knows that he has the ability to be like that, though he tries to hide it because he feels it makes him look weak. He fears being viewed this way, and fights this side of himself vehemently. Maybe the one, singular Narcissa Black has finally found this side buried deep within him and will be able to break him out of this shell he seemingly has fashioned for himself.
b]This soulless being:
Women
The female anatomy
Money
Power
Control
Sex
Quidditch
His lineage
His family
His status
Flying
Is just as lost:
Weakness
Poverty
Tainted bloodlines
the word ‘NO’
Sugarcoating
Small animals
Insects
As everyone else:
His family ties.
Sex
His manners
Breeding
Potions
Intercourse
Carnal knowledge
Broom riding
minions friends
In a world that knows only hate:
Stubbornness
His ego
Prejudice
Pigheadedness
Blonde girls
Healing charms
Can’t stomach sushi
Is an attention whore
Hates crying children
And causes pain for the soulless like me:
He abhors his own mother. Conniving bitch.
Commitment makes his stomach churn, but he may not get a choice if his parents get their way.
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They left me to die:
Evangeline Malfoy; nee Dolohov
On a bed of roses:
Abraxas Malfoy
Tanith Adeline Malfoy
Blood seeping through:
His father had an affair years ago… does that count?
The satin sheets of fame:
Obscenely Rich
What a bitter story of love:
Lucius Malfoy has lived in the lap of luxury since he was born. His parents Evangeline and 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. Throughout the earlier years, he noticed that his attitude and behaviour 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 only times he ever lost this newfound sense of bravado was when his mother was around. She scolded and berated, trying to “perfect” her son and make him the finest you gentleman in the pureblood families. It is yet to be seen if she succeeded or permanently scarred the boy. Only time will tell.
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 parents at arms 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. It didn’t bother him at all, having “enemies” because he honestly just didn’t give them the time of day. They were either his friends or beneath him as he saw it, because anyone who mattered was his” friend”.
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, though 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. What these bigger and better projects are is yet to be seen, but he certainly hopes that that includes Miss Narcissa Black.
Gallivanting was something that Lucius did best. The whole of Hogwarts was at his disposal, and he rarely got in trouble for his misdeeds. How convenient, one might say, but when he left the free confines of the school, he was a puppet. Well… a puppet that liked to rebel a lot. His parents only had one lucky son, or unlucky if you look at it the right way. He was their lapdog, their prized possession. So he was well mannered and did what he was told. Most of the time at least. The rest of the time he was sneaking off onto the grounds of the Malfoy estate with his minions comrades or sulking around Knockturn or Diagon alley like he owned all of the wizarding world.
But at school, everything was different. He had no parental restrictions, other than he wasn’t to have copious amounts of sex and drink, along with getting anyone pregnant. He was to do well in school. Well… he might not listen to the directions on abstaining from sex and alcohol, but he hadn’t gotten anyone pregnant yet, and he made other people do well in school for him. He loved the school and was not entirely excited to get out of it and return to the confines of his parent’s grasp.
Lucius had an addictive personality that won many of the Slytherin girls (and a few boys) hearts. He rejected any idea of a long-term committed relationship and stuck mainly with the week-long flings, sometimes even reaching a month. He knew the art to a good break up. If someone caught his eye it was usually out of lust, or the person in question may have some use to him. He pursued the virgins of the school with a voracious lust, and if a girl seemed to thwart his affections, it just appeared a game to him.
Other than his tight inner circle, no one usually knew the real Lucius Abraxas Malfoy. His heart may seem bold and snobby, but he may or may not have a soft, sweet side. It is yet to be seen. Commitment isn’t really his strong point, especially being fresh off of a breakup with a Greengrass girl. The relationship had really just been for kicks and giggles. Actually one of his mates had put him up to it, daring him to last two weeks with her. The sex had been so-so and Lucius had grown bored after the first few days, but he stuck it out and won a brand new racing broom from his buddy.
The tears really didn’t bother him anymore. Well, to tell the truth they never really bothered him. He was a player at the best. He loved it when the girls didn’t cry though. Only a few weren’t upset. They mostly wanted him for the presents and pretty things and his reputation. All they really ever got were a few baubles and notoriety. Only one girl was violently malicious. She “forgot” to take the pregnancy potion and was actively trying to have a child with Lucius. It turned out that her family was struggling to keep their estate and the baby may have forced a marriage between the two young people. Once he found out, he got rid of her faster than one could say Avada Kedavra.
So, now that he was “free” again (not that he wasn’t messing around for the last two weeks) his attentions were all over the place, just looking for another sexual victim partner. His work was done for the day, well was being done for the day by some Ravenclaw in his herbology class. Sauntering into the common room, he scanned the chairs and sofas carefully, looking for a couple of his mates. His face pushed itself into a frown as he only saw one of them, who was currently failing transfiguration and had his face shoved into a textbook.
Then his eyes fell on the singular Narcissa Black. Now that was a fine wine he had not tasted. His facial muscles pulled back into a grin, well… sort of more of a smirk. He wasn’t just sure if she was going to be his next conquest, or if she was insane like her sister (from what he had seen). It seemed innocent enough, making his way over to the couch she occupied with her face buried into two different essays.
He stood for a moment, calculating his chances of success with each line he ran through his head. Lucius bit his lip as he watched the younger witch and decided he couldn’t approach this in quite that manner. Miss Black certainly wouldn’t succumb to cheesy pickup lines as over half of the girls he propositioned had. He cleared his throat after a good while, sliding down onto the couch, even though she was occupying pretty much the whole thing. His fingers gingerly moved her to create room as he sat so he wasn’t on top of her.
When he heard her question him and not even look up he smirked, sighing. “Is there no rest for the weary anymore?” His face shifted into something one might call hurt or saddened, but it was all an act. He didn’t give a damn about the Greengrass girl at all. But he could play it up. He would play it up.
As he watched Narcissa, his mind kind of felt uneasy. Like for some reason he was doing something wrong for once. He tried to cast the feeling away, as it was strange and foreign for him to feel nothing other than the need to screw the conquest. His cheeks turned an uncharacteristic shade of red, something that had not happened since he was very, very young and had his first crush on one of the girls that came by in an arranged play date by his parents. This angered him slightly, being a sign of weakness. He had to take a few deep breaths before addressing her again, dissipating the color in his cheeks.
“Cheating are we Miss Black?” He did his best imitation of Slughorn’s voice as he spoke, snickering quietly afterwards. She probably wouldn’t bite. His confidence having returned, he leaned back against the couch and yawned, stretching and loosening his tie with ease.
But at school, everything was different. He had no parental restrictions, other than he wasn’t to have copious amounts of sex and drink, along with getting anyone pregnant. He was to do well in school. Well… he might not listen to the directions on abstaining from sex and alcohol, but he hadn’t gotten anyone pregnant yet, and he made other people do well in school for him. He loved the school and was not entirely excited to get out of it and return to the confines of his parent’s grasp.
Lucius had an addictive personality that won many of the Slytherin girls (and a few boys) hearts. He rejected any idea of a long-term committed relationship and stuck mainly with the week-long flings, sometimes even reaching a month. He knew the art to a good break up. If someone caught his eye it was usually out of lust, or the person in question may have some use to him. He pursued the virgins of the school with a voracious lust, and if a girl seemed to thwart his affections, it just appeared a game to him.
Other than his tight inner circle, no one usually knew the real Lucius Abraxas Malfoy. His heart may seem bold and snobby, but he may or may not have a soft, sweet side. It is yet to be seen. Commitment isn’t really his strong point, especially being fresh off of a breakup with a Greengrass girl. The relationship had really just been for kicks and giggles. Actually one of his mates had put him up to it, daring him to last two weeks with her. The sex had been so-so and Lucius had grown bored after the first few days, but he stuck it out and won a brand new racing broom from his buddy.
The tears really didn’t bother him anymore. Well, to tell the truth they never really bothered him. He was a player at the best. He loved it when the girls didn’t cry though. Only a few weren’t upset. They mostly wanted him for the presents and pretty things and his reputation. All they really ever got were a few baubles and notoriety. Only one girl was violently malicious. She “forgot” to take the pregnancy potion and was actively trying to have a child with Lucius. It turned out that her family was struggling to keep their estate and the baby may have forced a marriage between the two young people. Once he found out, he got rid of her faster than one could say Avada Kedavra.
So, now that he was “free” again (not that he wasn’t messing around for the last two weeks) his attentions were all over the place, just looking for another sexual victim partner. His work was done for the day, well was being done for the day by some Ravenclaw in his herbology class. Sauntering into the common room, he scanned the chairs and sofas carefully, looking for a couple of his mates. His face pushed itself into a frown as he only saw one of them, who was currently failing transfiguration and had his face shoved into a textbook.
Then his eyes fell on the singular Narcissa Black. Now that was a fine wine he had not tasted. His facial muscles pulled back into a grin, well… sort of more of a smirk. He wasn’t just sure if she was going to be his next conquest, or if she was insane like her sister (from what he had seen). It seemed innocent enough, making his way over to the couch she occupied with her face buried into two different essays.
He stood for a moment, calculating his chances of success with each line he ran through his head. Lucius bit his lip as he watched the younger witch and decided he couldn’t approach this in quite that manner. Miss Black certainly wouldn’t succumb to cheesy pickup lines as over half of the girls he propositioned had. He cleared his throat after a good while, sliding down onto the couch, even though she was occupying pretty much the whole thing. His fingers gingerly moved her to create room as he sat so he wasn’t on top of her.
When he heard her question him and not even look up he smirked, sighing. “Is there no rest for the weary anymore?” His face shifted into something one might call hurt or saddened, but it was all an act. He didn’t give a damn about the Greengrass girl at all. But he could play it up. He would play it up.
As he watched Narcissa, his mind kind of felt uneasy. Like for some reason he was doing something wrong for once. He tried to cast the feeling away, as it was strange and foreign for him to feel nothing other than the need to screw the conquest. His cheeks turned an uncharacteristic shade of red, something that had not happened since he was very, very young and had his first crush on one of the girls that came by in an arranged play date by his parents. This angered him slightly, being a sign of weakness. He had to take a few deep breaths before addressing her again, dissipating the color in his cheeks.
“Cheating are we Miss Black?” He did his best imitation of Slughorn’s voice as he spoke, snickering quietly afterwards. She probably wouldn’t bite. His confidence having returned, he leaned back against the couch and yawned, stretching and loosening his tie with ease.
