Post by Lucius Abraxas Malfoy on Sept 18, 2008 18:34:34 GMT 1
Character Name:
Lucius Abraxas Malfoy
PB: Travis Fimmel
Personality:
Lucius is not beneath using his money to schmooze and bribe for what he wants which is more power and control. His allegiances are first and foremost to Lord Voldemort, second to Narcissa and his family. He holds his friends in close regards, Severus Snape being his closest. Arrogant and sarcastic while keeping to the correctness that is socially expected of a noble pureblood aristocrat.
Appearance:
Lucius’ complexion is fair which one would expect with pale blond hair. Worn long to just past his shoulders, it is not uncommon to see it held back by a leather thong. Cold gray eyes are set in a face of sharp angles and a firm set jaw line.
Tall with an average body build he carries himself with all the grace of a well bred aristocrat. His clothes reflects the same, only the best in fine wizard wear and robes for one of such wealth and nobility.
Background: (Personality, family, blood etc.)
Born the son of Abraxas Malfoy, Lucius is the only heir to the wealth and power of the Malfoy pureblood legacy. The Malfoy family is an old wizarding family and have prided themselves being sorted in Slytherin house for generations at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy.
They fancy themselves leaders and get away with it due to their money, influence and brazenness. Giving generously for years to St. Mungo’s and the Ministry of Magic, gaining them position in the wizarding world to wield considerable power. Gets them in with the right people, they can ask for favors, delay laws from passing. They are very well connected and this scheming and bribing Lucius will carry on.
Educated at Hogwarts where he was a Prefect, Lucius excelled in the Dark Arts, Potions and mastered the Imperius Curse. He caught the eye of Narcissa Black, one of the three sisters of the Noble House of Black. Blond, blue eyed, the purest pureblood heritage. A perfect match of the strongest wizarding families.
Sample RP:(at least three paragraphs)
The moon was full and the wind carried an eeri chill through the graveyard. The cloaked figure walked around the old granite headstones, dead leaves danced with the hem of the black fabric as it seemed to float just above the ground. Shadows loomed dark and heavy from the trees and crypts that did not deter the Death Eater from his mission.
Hood pulled far down over the silver mask that covered the pale face of Lucius Malfoy. He stopped in his tracks as a long thin shadow rose before him. Dropping down to the ground on one knee Lucius bowed before his master.
“My Lord,” Lucius kept his head lowered and eyes on the ground at his masters feet. “How may I serve you?”
Orders given Lucius could do no other but carry them out. Standing outside the weathered wood framed house where the soft glow of light shown through the worn draperies Lucius could make out the couples movements.
It was a reprimand, the couple was to be made an example of, no one crosses the Dark Lord and lives to tell about it. Lucius walked to the door, there would be no invitation to enter. No proper exchange of words. No refreshments served.
Pulling his wand, elm with a dragon heartstring core from inside his cloak Lucius gave it a wave through the night air. As if that movement freed the building tension from his arm. With a wave of less haste and dead accuracy he pointed the wand at the door as ’bombardia’ blew it off its hinges.
The couple was caught off guard as Lucius turned to the right entering the study where the couple stood holding one another. The couple was cornered, no where to run and the dark hardwood desk or plaid print arm chair was of little cover. Lucius lowered the cloaks’ hood and pulled off the skull mask wore only by Death Eaters.
“This is what happens to traitors.” Lucius hissed his eyes cold as steel. Eye to eye is how they will die knowing who will wield the wand of their death. Raising his wand at the couple the man pushed his wife out of his embrace as the killing curse struck him solidly in the chest. As Lucius turned to leave the wife’s lifeless body slumped over her dead husband, eyes wide open with tears drying on her cheeks.
Lucius Abraxas Malfoy
PB: Travis Fimmel
Personality:
Lucius is not beneath using his money to schmooze and bribe for what he wants which is more power and control. His allegiances are first and foremost to Lord Voldemort, second to Narcissa and his family. He holds his friends in close regards, Severus Snape being his closest. Arrogant and sarcastic while keeping to the correctness that is socially expected of a noble pureblood aristocrat.
Appearance:
Lucius’ complexion is fair which one would expect with pale blond hair. Worn long to just past his shoulders, it is not uncommon to see it held back by a leather thong. Cold gray eyes are set in a face of sharp angles and a firm set jaw line.
Tall with an average body build he carries himself with all the grace of a well bred aristocrat. His clothes reflects the same, only the best in fine wizard wear and robes for one of such wealth and nobility.
Background: (Personality, family, blood etc.)
Born the son of Abraxas Malfoy, Lucius is the only heir to the wealth and power of the Malfoy pureblood legacy. The Malfoy family is an old wizarding family and have prided themselves being sorted in Slytherin house for generations at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy.
They fancy themselves leaders and get away with it due to their money, influence and brazenness. Giving generously for years to St. Mungo’s and the Ministry of Magic, gaining them position in the wizarding world to wield considerable power. Gets them in with the right people, they can ask for favors, delay laws from passing. They are very well connected and this scheming and bribing Lucius will carry on.
Educated at Hogwarts where he was a Prefect, Lucius excelled in the Dark Arts, Potions and mastered the Imperius Curse. He caught the eye of Narcissa Black, one of the three sisters of the Noble House of Black. Blond, blue eyed, the purest pureblood heritage. A perfect match of the strongest wizarding families.
Sample RP:(at least three paragraphs)
The moon was full and the wind carried an eeri chill through the graveyard. The cloaked figure walked around the old granite headstones, dead leaves danced with the hem of the black fabric as it seemed to float just above the ground. Shadows loomed dark and heavy from the trees and crypts that did not deter the Death Eater from his mission.
Hood pulled far down over the silver mask that covered the pale face of Lucius Malfoy. He stopped in his tracks as a long thin shadow rose before him. Dropping down to the ground on one knee Lucius bowed before his master.
“My Lord,” Lucius kept his head lowered and eyes on the ground at his masters feet. “How may I serve you?”
Orders given Lucius could do no other but carry them out. Standing outside the weathered wood framed house where the soft glow of light shown through the worn draperies Lucius could make out the couples movements.
It was a reprimand, the couple was to be made an example of, no one crosses the Dark Lord and lives to tell about it. Lucius walked to the door, there would be no invitation to enter. No proper exchange of words. No refreshments served.
Pulling his wand, elm with a dragon heartstring core from inside his cloak Lucius gave it a wave through the night air. As if that movement freed the building tension from his arm. With a wave of less haste and dead accuracy he pointed the wand at the door as ’bombardia’ blew it off its hinges.
The couple was caught off guard as Lucius turned to the right entering the study where the couple stood holding one another. The couple was cornered, no where to run and the dark hardwood desk or plaid print arm chair was of little cover. Lucius lowered the cloaks’ hood and pulled off the skull mask wore only by Death Eaters.
“This is what happens to traitors.” Lucius hissed his eyes cold as steel. Eye to eye is how they will die knowing who will wield the wand of their death. Raising his wand at the couple the man pushed his wife out of his embrace as the killing curse struck him solidly in the chest. As Lucius turned to leave the wife’s lifeless body slumped over her dead husband, eyes wide open with tears drying on her cheeks.
