Post by Scorpius Malfoy on Jul 17, 2008 11:10:21 GMT -5
OoC
Just a quick question, in this forum Pansy and Draco are married right? Rather than Draco and Astoria?
ABOUT YOU;;*[/color]
Name; Carmen
Age; Hhmmm
Location; In your washing machine, really! Go Look!
Time Zone; Canadian EST
YOUR CHARACTER;;*
Name;[/b] Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy [/size]
Age;[/b] Twenty-Two [/size]
Occupation;[/b] Currently an intern at St. Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. He is working his was to be a Healer, but his families involvement in Defaeco is hindering his own plans for his life. [/size]
House They Were In; Slytherin
Blood;[/b] Pure [/size]
Parents;[/b] Draco Malfoy and Pansy (nee Parkinson) Malfoy [/size]
Children;[/b] He not that old yet and isn’t really hoping for any.[/size]
Wand;[/b] Twelve inches. Made from maple wood. Phoenix feather core.[/size]
Patronus;[/b] A wolf. [/size]
Boggart;[/b] The corpses of his family strewn about like garbage [/size]
Animagus;[/b] He’s not one. [/size]
Alliance;[/b] Defaeco [/size]
Pets;[/b] A masked owl named Tyto [/size]
History;[/b]
Born on a sunny summers day, Scorpius had a silver spoon in his mouth. What did you expect, he was the first child of Draco and Pansy, as well as Lucius and Narcissa’s first grandchild. Spoiled doesn’t really cover what he was in his childhood, but for lack of a better word. He had it all the hand crafted Italian toys, the faux broomsticks and yards of the manor to run wild in. He was certainly a prince, but was very relieved four years later when Deucalion was born. Some of the attention diverted. Attention seeker he was not, but certainly without a doubt eager to please.
Once Cal was old enough to play he occupied his time with him, sharing was something came incredibly easy to him and in the eyes of his parents he appeared to be the ideal big brother. Scorpius will admit that at times he was jealous of his brother. Being the second born and not really bearing the weight of his families expectations and legacy on his shoulders. It was an honor to be Scorpius, just not one he was truly will to accept.
Life was perfect until he was seven, nearly eight and Kalypso showed up. At first, like any child he didn’t understand. He had vague memories from his mother’s pregnancy with Deucalion. Somehow Kalypso appeared out of no where. He avoided her as a child, simply because she was a girl and all girls have cooties when you haven’t hit puberty. Then his avoidance grew into distaste once he learned of his father’s affair and how she was the product of it. He strongly doubts that he will ever like her and for now she is tolerable.
Perfection seemed to be restored the summer of his eleventh birthday, the long expected Hogwarts letter arrived in the mail and for once he didn’t mind the showers of attention. Although he had been to Diagon Alley several times before, shopping for school supplies was unbelievably exhilarating. Whether it was purchasing his cauldron (pewter standard size two) or walking in Flourish and Blotts to get his Standard Book of Spells Scorpius had smile on his face. The summer before going to school he did little besides anticipate every move he would make. Her wanted to be just like his father. Prefect, Quidditch player, he wanted it all.
Scorpius was sorted into Slytherin, no surprise there. Although he liked to think he was there more because of his ambitious nature than his blood lineage. In truth it was likely a mix of the two. He made friend easily enough, of course most of then he had to be friends with. Blood was obviously the thing that most of his relationships were based upon, but he was pleased to say that he did had a limited number of friends that did not quite meet his families standards. Which was fine because he wanted nothing more than to be thought of as Scorpius, not as Draco Malfoy’s son.
His Hogwarts glory was a short lived seven years, he had accomplished everything that he had set out to do. He was a Prefect in his fifth and six years and had the honor of being head boy in his final year. While he was a Chaser for the Slytherin Quidditch team in his fourth through sixth years he gave it up once realizing that he had average talent and that the Quidditch Cup had a better chance of being won by Slytherin if he stepped down. What modesty for a Malfoy. His marks were fabulous in his opinions and he finished with at least E’s in all of his N.E.W.T.S, he had not choice if he wanted to become a trainee Healer. An odd career choice for a Malfoy. In some ways Scorpius sees it as a way to atone for his families sins and in another he loves it for the challenge of solving the puzzles he is presented.
Once he learned of the terrible acts committed by his father and grandfather, he was less proud of being a Malfoy. This mixed in with the affair lead to an underline distaste for his father. One that he tends to run from rather than confront face to face. The few confrontations that he has had with his father had ended badly and the ones with Damian even worse. Originally he had been an eager joiner of the Defaeco group and held a high ranking with his second cousin. He plotted and played along until he was smart enough to realize people actually took Damian seriously and that yet another blood war was in the works. He was arranged once to marry a pretty little burnette, while he felt no genuine feelings for her, he would have gone to the ends of the Earth for her safety. It was too bad that her paternal grandfather turned out to be a muggle and the engagement was broken. He has not been entered in an arranged marriage since and has not found, own his own that special woman.
He currently resides in a flat in London, not too far from St. Mungo’s. He had his father purchase it for his o the basis it would be easier for him to get work. The hidden reason for wanting to live in London was essentially to be as far away from his father as possible. As if that really helps.
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Appearance;[/b]
Like his male siblings, Scorpius posses the trademark ‘Malfoy look’. Meaning his father’s golden blonde hair and piercing grey eyes. He has noticed though that is he looks close enough into the mirror he could see underline traces of his mother’s dark eyes near his pupils. His blonde hair it well kept up and he generally tends to let it grow any longer than is required to cover the top of his ears. It is often left in a messy sort of style. He refuses to use any hair products to achieve his look. Everything is in the right place on his face, and it is seemingly well proportioned. He is thankful that he didn’t not inherit his mother’s pug-faced ugliness. What a disrespectful son.
It is clear that Scorpius is his father’s spitting image, perhaps he has less pointy features, which is always nice. He is body is crafted and sculpted into that of a god, he is very proud of his fit form. When he was twenty he added a cross tattoo on his chest. He figures that it will still be in style by the time that he is thirty. He is a bit ashamed to say that he is shorter than Deucalion, not by much and believes that Astride may surpass him in height eventually.
He is often seen wearing the green robes of a Healer, but prefers to dress more casually with taste and style. He has nothing against muggle clothes, particularly since the garb of wizards is rather boring.
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Personality;[/b]
Scorpius might be the spitting image of his father, but he is surely not his reflection personality wise. A person’s personality is influenced by several factors, the main ones being their family and environment, the decisions that an individual makes throughout their lifetime and natural genetically inherited traits. So really Scorpius should be an arrogant jerk. Though anyone who truly knows him, should be very clearly aware that it is nothing of the truth.
While Scorpius might care for other people, his sense of self preservation is very high, there are few people that he would be willing to die for, at the moment he can only think of three. Mother. Deucalion. Astride. Along with his self preservation goes self centeredness. He has always thought about how he could get ahead in life, and before doing anything he always looks for what he has to gain from the experience.
Unlike many of his relatives, he is unbelievably aware of others pain, some days it bothers him quite a bit and others he can just let it slide. A rather large part of him wants the world to be perfect and everyone to be pureblood. While he doesn’t have a problem with half-bloods, he feels that muggle borns she definitely be stripped of their magical qualities and just live life as a muggle. He doesn’t fully condone their murders, but completely understands why they are seemingly mandatory.
It is hard for Scorpius to describe himself in any other way besides next to perfect, that is thanks to the people around him feeding his ego and giving him everything he could ever ask for, for so long, something that he was lucky enough to escape. Still he would rather that the ego is not bruised, then again for some odd reason he has unbelievable respect for those that manage to deny him anything. He would like to hold the world in his pocket.
Scorpius is torn between the two parts of himself, the good half that just wants to be another nameless St. Mungo’s Healer and the smaller part that wants to take alll of the glory with Damian.
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Likes;[/b]
{*} Butterbeer, as well as an assortment of alcoholic beverages.
{*} His brothers and would doing anything for them
{*} Smoking, even though he is doing his best to cut down.
{*} Being useful
{*} Girls
{*} Trying new things
{*} Being the best
{*} When people do not judge his on his last name and his families history.
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Dislikes;[/b]
{*} Idleness
{*} Idiots
{*} His half sister.
{*} Whores and really anyone who has lost their self-respect.
{*} Spinach
{*} House Elves
{*} Laziness
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Model;[/b] Alex Pettyfer [/size]
Anything Else?;[/b] Seemingly has an allergy to shirts lol. [/size]
Roleplay Sample;[/b]
Another dismal gloomy London’s day for Scorpius Malfoy. Today had been his last day of training before the allotted two week vacation that he was entitled to receive. He had debated for weeks whether or not he would stay in London with nightly parties with his colleagues or if he would return home to the Manor. He had decided to return to the Manor, mainly because in his mother’s last letter she seemed distressed and in desperate need of comfort. He had already decided that he would devote most of his time to her. Well he would also direct his attentions Deucalion and Astride, perhaps toss a Quaffle around with them on the spacious grounds. He planned to ignore Kalypso as he usually did.
Scorpius had spent most of his free time that day packing him belongings in to a medium sized travel trunk. He was leaving behind all things related to work, with the obvious exception of his wand. He had unpacked and repacked the trunk several times with his changing mood. He didn’t want to see his father. He still loved Draco, but he knew that his career choice was frowned upon. ‘Oh Scorpius, healing is a thing for /common/ wizards’ those had been his exact words. They still resounded in his head. He wasn’t sure he was in the mood for his father’s criticisms, or his nagging about finding a pureblooded wife before he was once again forced into an arranged marriage. He was an adult and had already decided that he would do as he pleased.
Dragging the full trunk to the door he looked around the homely apartment. It was clear that no female lived there. Everything was dismal, somewhat dusty and lacking an eye for decorating taste. The thought of this made him a little sad. He had been happy engaged and once he had accepted his fate was rather looking forward to married life. Too bad she turned out to be a bad apple. Her shut out the lights as he pulled one a woolen blazer over his white buttoned down shirt. As he tied as scarf around his neck he grabbed the handle of the trunk and off he went. Checking for muggles in the hallway he took out his wand and used it to lock the door. Not there was much worth stealing, anything valuable he had already packed away in his.
It was a short walk to the train station. He boarded and slid the trunk underneath the seat. He was pleased to have compartment to himself. It meant no idle chitchat and the he could get some much needed rest. He eventually dosed off and was only aroused by the conductor’s raspy voice on the load speaker. He dragged his trunk into the aisle and disembarked, well not before helping an elderly lady with her belongings. He walked into the washroom and waited for it to clear out before Apparating to his childhood home.
Scorpius knocked on the door, since he no longer resided there it seemed like the polite thing to do. He greeted the house elf kindly, even though he didn’t care for the much. With his mother embrace he felt at ease, but his father’s cold stare and firm handshake where enough to put him on edge. He wondered where his siblings were. But didn’t see them before he followed the house elf up to his old bedroom, which he noted had yet to be converted to a guest room. He assumed that Pansy still hadn’t accepted that her oldest was all grown up and that why the tacky Quiddith posters still adorned the walls. He wasn’t in the mood to unpack his belongings, so he flopped himself onto his bed. The childhood innocence sunk in immediately.
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Just a quick question, in this forum Pansy and Draco are married right? Rather than Draco and Astoria?
ABOUT YOU;;*[/color]
Name; Carmen
Age; Hhmmm
Location; In your washing machine, really! Go Look!
Time Zone; Canadian EST
YOUR CHARACTER;;*
Name;[/b] Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy [/size]
Age;[/b] Twenty-Two [/size]
Occupation;[/b] Currently an intern at St. Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. He is working his was to be a Healer, but his families involvement in Defaeco is hindering his own plans for his life. [/size]
House They Were In; Slytherin
Blood;[/b] Pure [/size]
Parents;[/b] Draco Malfoy and Pansy (nee Parkinson) Malfoy [/size]
Children;[/b] He not that old yet and isn’t really hoping for any.[/size]
Wand;[/b] Twelve inches. Made from maple wood. Phoenix feather core.[/size]
Patronus;[/b] A wolf. [/size]
Boggart;[/b] The corpses of his family strewn about like garbage [/size]
Animagus;[/b] He’s not one. [/size]
Alliance;[/b] Defaeco [/size]
Pets;[/b] A masked owl named Tyto [/size]
History;[/b]
Born on a sunny summers day, Scorpius had a silver spoon in his mouth. What did you expect, he was the first child of Draco and Pansy, as well as Lucius and Narcissa’s first grandchild. Spoiled doesn’t really cover what he was in his childhood, but for lack of a better word. He had it all the hand crafted Italian toys, the faux broomsticks and yards of the manor to run wild in. He was certainly a prince, but was very relieved four years later when Deucalion was born. Some of the attention diverted. Attention seeker he was not, but certainly without a doubt eager to please.
Once Cal was old enough to play he occupied his time with him, sharing was something came incredibly easy to him and in the eyes of his parents he appeared to be the ideal big brother. Scorpius will admit that at times he was jealous of his brother. Being the second born and not really bearing the weight of his families expectations and legacy on his shoulders. It was an honor to be Scorpius, just not one he was truly will to accept.
Life was perfect until he was seven, nearly eight and Kalypso showed up. At first, like any child he didn’t understand. He had vague memories from his mother’s pregnancy with Deucalion. Somehow Kalypso appeared out of no where. He avoided her as a child, simply because she was a girl and all girls have cooties when you haven’t hit puberty. Then his avoidance grew into distaste once he learned of his father’s affair and how she was the product of it. He strongly doubts that he will ever like her and for now she is tolerable.
Perfection seemed to be restored the summer of his eleventh birthday, the long expected Hogwarts letter arrived in the mail and for once he didn’t mind the showers of attention. Although he had been to Diagon Alley several times before, shopping for school supplies was unbelievably exhilarating. Whether it was purchasing his cauldron (pewter standard size two) or walking in Flourish and Blotts to get his Standard Book of Spells Scorpius had smile on his face. The summer before going to school he did little besides anticipate every move he would make. Her wanted to be just like his father. Prefect, Quidditch player, he wanted it all.
Scorpius was sorted into Slytherin, no surprise there. Although he liked to think he was there more because of his ambitious nature than his blood lineage. In truth it was likely a mix of the two. He made friend easily enough, of course most of then he had to be friends with. Blood was obviously the thing that most of his relationships were based upon, but he was pleased to say that he did had a limited number of friends that did not quite meet his families standards. Which was fine because he wanted nothing more than to be thought of as Scorpius, not as Draco Malfoy’s son.
His Hogwarts glory was a short lived seven years, he had accomplished everything that he had set out to do. He was a Prefect in his fifth and six years and had the honor of being head boy in his final year. While he was a Chaser for the Slytherin Quidditch team in his fourth through sixth years he gave it up once realizing that he had average talent and that the Quidditch Cup had a better chance of being won by Slytherin if he stepped down. What modesty for a Malfoy. His marks were fabulous in his opinions and he finished with at least E’s in all of his N.E.W.T.S, he had not choice if he wanted to become a trainee Healer. An odd career choice for a Malfoy. In some ways Scorpius sees it as a way to atone for his families sins and in another he loves it for the challenge of solving the puzzles he is presented.
Once he learned of the terrible acts committed by his father and grandfather, he was less proud of being a Malfoy. This mixed in with the affair lead to an underline distaste for his father. One that he tends to run from rather than confront face to face. The few confrontations that he has had with his father had ended badly and the ones with Damian even worse. Originally he had been an eager joiner of the Defaeco group and held a high ranking with his second cousin. He plotted and played along until he was smart enough to realize people actually took Damian seriously and that yet another blood war was in the works. He was arranged once to marry a pretty little burnette, while he felt no genuine feelings for her, he would have gone to the ends of the Earth for her safety. It was too bad that her paternal grandfather turned out to be a muggle and the engagement was broken. He has not been entered in an arranged marriage since and has not found, own his own that special woman.
He currently resides in a flat in London, not too far from St. Mungo’s. He had his father purchase it for his o the basis it would be easier for him to get work. The hidden reason for wanting to live in London was essentially to be as far away from his father as possible. As if that really helps.
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Appearance;[/b]
Like his male siblings, Scorpius posses the trademark ‘Malfoy look’. Meaning his father’s golden blonde hair and piercing grey eyes. He has noticed though that is he looks close enough into the mirror he could see underline traces of his mother’s dark eyes near his pupils. His blonde hair it well kept up and he generally tends to let it grow any longer than is required to cover the top of his ears. It is often left in a messy sort of style. He refuses to use any hair products to achieve his look. Everything is in the right place on his face, and it is seemingly well proportioned. He is thankful that he didn’t not inherit his mother’s pug-faced ugliness. What a disrespectful son.
It is clear that Scorpius is his father’s spitting image, perhaps he has less pointy features, which is always nice. He is body is crafted and sculpted into that of a god, he is very proud of his fit form. When he was twenty he added a cross tattoo on his chest. He figures that it will still be in style by the time that he is thirty. He is a bit ashamed to say that he is shorter than Deucalion, not by much and believes that Astride may surpass him in height eventually.
He is often seen wearing the green robes of a Healer, but prefers to dress more casually with taste and style. He has nothing against muggle clothes, particularly since the garb of wizards is rather boring.
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Personality;[/b]
Scorpius might be the spitting image of his father, but he is surely not his reflection personality wise. A person’s personality is influenced by several factors, the main ones being their family and environment, the decisions that an individual makes throughout their lifetime and natural genetically inherited traits. So really Scorpius should be an arrogant jerk. Though anyone who truly knows him, should be very clearly aware that it is nothing of the truth.
While Scorpius might care for other people, his sense of self preservation is very high, there are few people that he would be willing to die for, at the moment he can only think of three. Mother. Deucalion. Astride. Along with his self preservation goes self centeredness. He has always thought about how he could get ahead in life, and before doing anything he always looks for what he has to gain from the experience.
Unlike many of his relatives, he is unbelievably aware of others pain, some days it bothers him quite a bit and others he can just let it slide. A rather large part of him wants the world to be perfect and everyone to be pureblood. While he doesn’t have a problem with half-bloods, he feels that muggle borns she definitely be stripped of their magical qualities and just live life as a muggle. He doesn’t fully condone their murders, but completely understands why they are seemingly mandatory.
It is hard for Scorpius to describe himself in any other way besides next to perfect, that is thanks to the people around him feeding his ego and giving him everything he could ever ask for, for so long, something that he was lucky enough to escape. Still he would rather that the ego is not bruised, then again for some odd reason he has unbelievable respect for those that manage to deny him anything. He would like to hold the world in his pocket.
Scorpius is torn between the two parts of himself, the good half that just wants to be another nameless St. Mungo’s Healer and the smaller part that wants to take alll of the glory with Damian.
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Likes;[/b]
{*} Butterbeer, as well as an assortment of alcoholic beverages.
{*} His brothers and would doing anything for them
{*} Smoking, even though he is doing his best to cut down.
{*} Being useful
{*} Girls
{*} Trying new things
{*} Being the best
{*} When people do not judge his on his last name and his families history.
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Dislikes;[/b]
{*} Idleness
{*} Idiots
{*} His half sister.
{*} Whores and really anyone who has lost their self-respect.
{*} Spinach
{*} House Elves
{*} Laziness
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Model;[/b] Alex Pettyfer [/size]
Anything Else?;[/b] Seemingly has an allergy to shirts lol. [/size]
Roleplay Sample;[/b]
Another dismal gloomy London’s day for Scorpius Malfoy. Today had been his last day of training before the allotted two week vacation that he was entitled to receive. He had debated for weeks whether or not he would stay in London with nightly parties with his colleagues or if he would return home to the Manor. He had decided to return to the Manor, mainly because in his mother’s last letter she seemed distressed and in desperate need of comfort. He had already decided that he would devote most of his time to her. Well he would also direct his attentions Deucalion and Astride, perhaps toss a Quaffle around with them on the spacious grounds. He planned to ignore Kalypso as he usually did.
Scorpius had spent most of his free time that day packing him belongings in to a medium sized travel trunk. He was leaving behind all things related to work, with the obvious exception of his wand. He had unpacked and repacked the trunk several times with his changing mood. He didn’t want to see his father. He still loved Draco, but he knew that his career choice was frowned upon. ‘Oh Scorpius, healing is a thing for /common/ wizards’ those had been his exact words. They still resounded in his head. He wasn’t sure he was in the mood for his father’s criticisms, or his nagging about finding a pureblooded wife before he was once again forced into an arranged marriage. He was an adult and had already decided that he would do as he pleased.
Dragging the full trunk to the door he looked around the homely apartment. It was clear that no female lived there. Everything was dismal, somewhat dusty and lacking an eye for decorating taste. The thought of this made him a little sad. He had been happy engaged and once he had accepted his fate was rather looking forward to married life. Too bad she turned out to be a bad apple. Her shut out the lights as he pulled one a woolen blazer over his white buttoned down shirt. As he tied as scarf around his neck he grabbed the handle of the trunk and off he went. Checking for muggles in the hallway he took out his wand and used it to lock the door. Not there was much worth stealing, anything valuable he had already packed away in his.
It was a short walk to the train station. He boarded and slid the trunk underneath the seat. He was pleased to have compartment to himself. It meant no idle chitchat and the he could get some much needed rest. He eventually dosed off and was only aroused by the conductor’s raspy voice on the load speaker. He dragged his trunk into the aisle and disembarked, well not before helping an elderly lady with her belongings. He walked into the washroom and waited for it to clear out before Apparating to his childhood home.
Scorpius knocked on the door, since he no longer resided there it seemed like the polite thing to do. He greeted the house elf kindly, even though he didn’t care for the much. With his mother embrace he felt at ease, but his father’s cold stare and firm handshake where enough to put him on edge. He wondered where his siblings were. But didn’t see them before he followed the house elf up to his old bedroom, which he noted had yet to be converted to a guest room. He assumed that Pansy still hadn’t accepted that her oldest was all grown up and that why the tacky Quiddith posters still adorned the walls. He wasn’t in the mood to unpack his belongings, so he flopped himself onto his bed. The childhood innocence sunk in immediately.
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