MALFOY, Lucius Abraxas

[luci]

Nickname: Kadi
How You Found Us: I pwn
Contact Via: Love

What can be found in a name:
Lucius Abraxas Malfoy
When the day I was born:
September 24th, 1954
The Angels screamed:
Parents names
And Hell shut its doors:
Only Child
While creatures retreated:
There are an array of pets on the Malfoy estate, none of which Lucius has taken enough fondness to to call a pet.
To depths unknown:
Pure

I hide from them:
Wherever he pleases.
Be who they want to see:
Lucius, like all Malfoys, is tall, broad-shouldered, pale, and has light blonde hair. He has blue eyes, and he doesn't have 'hard to read' eyes. His emotions are very clear through them. Either you receive a warm look, an ice cold on, or one of indifference. Lucius’ walk is very casual despite the straightness of his back and the obvious ‘high society’ air he has about him. His halo of blonde hair hangs a bit long and messily down into his face. Moving down his face; the twin irises that set evenly on either side of his nose are a soft pewter color. Aside from the color, he has his mother’s eyes round eyes as opposed to the family’s narrowed eyes.

Another family trait – at least for the males in the family – is height. Lucius stands at 6’2” and is quickly heading to 6’3”. Despite his lean build, Lucius is far from fragile. Rather he is athletically built and Quidditch sure adds to this. The extensive exercise routine which Lucius commits to contributes to this a great deal. Looking at this boy, there are no doubts about his heritage. While he does have some of his mother’s attributes, he is most certainly his father’s son and is frequently reminded of this.

But that leaves no one:

To discover that inside:
Lucius was raised to be the perfect pureblood and that is what stays in his mind at all times. He remains aloof, above all others with a dignity that only one of so noble a house could carry without it being distasteful. He wears his family crest with pride and determines with whom to privilege with his presence most diligently.

He takes life very seriously and will never be found to give more than a slight twitch of his lips if amused or happy about something. This is possibly one of the most noticeable things about him once one has been allowed to hold his company more than once or twice. It is possibly one of the things which commands the respect of others, as he is not one to suffer anything foolish without obvious reprimands.

This incredible man does have a weakness now though... With the death of his parents, he is increasingly concerned about his relationship with Narcissa. He had worried that her parents might break off their engagement, but thanks to his own personal reputation it seems that this is unlikely to happen. Having always been a player, Lucius is quite content to become a one-woman man...if Narcissa desires it. He knows enough about her to fear for his own health and well being should he cheat – and knows it would shatter the heart buried deep within him into pieces. Because of her he remains human in some small way, unable to give himself to the Dark Lord and his purpose as he would otherwise have done.
This soulless being:
- Power
- To be in control
- Getting his own way to the exact detail
- The Dark Arts and getting away with being a practitioner
- Charms
- Potions
- People fearing & respecting him

Is just as lost:
- Not getting his own way
- People scorning him or his family
- Being caught out at anything
- Not knowing the entire facts
- Mudbloods
- Blood traitors

And causes pain for the soulless like me:
"I don't like most the Slytherin population"
"High Society can be over rated"

They left me to die:
None
On a bed of roses:
None
Blood seeping through:
"My mother had an abortion before she had me because the baby would have been a girl"
The satin sheets of fame:
We are broke.....HA!
What a bitter story of love:
Born to a well-off and pureblood family, Lucius was given the best of everything. Seeing as he was also an only child and the heir to all the Malfoy estate he was taught well from an early age, decorum and social graces enforced at all times. Not only this, but he was continuously shown elements of the Dark Arts, his family deeply engrossed with this side of magic, and the wars that raged in the wizarding community.

His hatred of muggleborns was bred as much as his silky tones and looks of utter disdain. Whenever faced with one, he carefully turned his back as a young child, but as he grew older, he learned how to insult them without their pathetic minds even grasping the concept that he had done so.

Getting into Hogwarts was a snap, and his parents barely batted an eyelid, as they had known he would. Him being a Slytherin pleased them slightly, but they were careful about how much praise they bestowed. Too much of that would spoil the conceitedness he wore with pride and honour.

All through his school career, Lucius excelled at typically Slytherin subjects, potions being amongst his best. He hated defence against the dark arts, mainly because he would have preferred to watch their effects for longer and study more curses in detail, but he seemingly did enough of that at home, so he sat through it with a bored expression.

In his final year, he began to actively assert his opinions on some of the traitors and 'filth' in Hogwarts, but he always kept his words soft and careful. Nothing would ever be returned to him and it would never be anything he could not get out of. In this fateful final year, he began to get closer and closer to Narcissa Black, eventually proposing to her before he left, and in great style of course. His parents died that very year, and devastated as he was about his mother’s passing, he could not have cared less for the lost of his father. It just made him head of the Malfoy household, a place he had long desired for he knew he could better the family name even further.

Rain pelted the darkened streets of Diagon Alley. The normally busy streets had given way to the occasional umbrella or rushing pedestrian but other than that, the cobblestone streets were empty and the bustling that usually echoed on the street gave way to a peaceful silence. Wrapped in a high end cloak, Lucius' made his way across the alley, his hair drenched and plastered to his face. The water droplets penetrated the protection his hair offered, rolled down his scalp and either fell to the ground from one of the angles on his face or slid out of view. Lucius stopped momentarily in the moon lite cobblestone streets to look up at the dark sky, tiredness washing over his body.

It had been a long last couple of days and Lucius hadn't had much time to do anything recently. He had been spending a lot of time in the Ministry, building his contacts within the walls and creating friendships with important officials. He needed strong ties if he was ever going to be successful in the wizarding world. Many of the men he befriended were powerful and thought him to be a nice young lad. Lucius did have the charisma to charm them. But Lucius couldn't help but feel alone as he presented himself to the Heads of the Departments, one by one. He truly would have liked to have Narcissa on his arm to sweep them off their feet. Ah. Narcissa. He hadn't had much time for her as of late and he didn't miss her more than he could admit. Hopefully he could make it up to her.

Looking out around his person, Lucius' vision was hindered by the sheet of water that poured around him. His clothes were soaked through to his skin and while his eye site was hindered, his hearing seemed to sharpen, or rather he was depending more on it now. He could vaguely see the dim glow of a street light through the haze but he could not make out any of the shops that he knew surrounded him. With his vision hindered by the storm, he had to count on his hearing ability to guide him, trust it to ignore the sound of the storm that surronded him and focus on particular things, like footsteps against the cobblestone, just out of his site.

Gripping his wand, which remained dry in his pocket, he turned towards the footsteps and focused his full attention on them. He didn't call out to them, not wishing to announce his presence but he watched. The slightest sign of danger and he would hex whatever came his way.

[.going down in flames.]