Post by scorpius hyperion malfoy on May 7, 2011 19:47:33 GMT -5
introducing ,
• SCORPIUS HYPERION MALFOY
[/color][/center]• SCORPIUS HYPERION MALFOY
FULL NAME: Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy
NICKNAMES: Scor,, Scorp, Scorio
AGE: seventeen
YEAR AND HOUSE: seventh year Slytherin
OCCUPATION: n/a
WAND: 13½", Yew, phoenix feather core
APPEARANCE
PHYSICAL APPEARANCE:
With gray eyes and the bleach blond hair to match, Scorpius has been called Draco numerous times. Many say he doesn't look much like his mother at all, but his lips and nose resemble his mother more than his dad, in Scor's opinion. The seventeen year old stands at five foot seven inches and a hundred and sixty eight pounds. He has that sly Malfoy smirk to go alone with the fire in his eyes. He is some what built, he has broad shoulders, slight defined abs and a slim waist.
While home, his dress is often decided by his mother, even at seventeen he is told how to dress because if it was his choice he would throw on jeans and a t-shirt. But around the manor that is not tolerated and he is expected to wear nice dress pants and a button up shirt at least. While at school he has a bit more freedom and can wear jeans and sneakers a few times a week and isn't scolded. But he still likes to look nice so he often wears cardigans or polos and nice pants. He knows how important appearance is, people respect you more if you look the part.
Scorpius does have a tattoo he got in the muggle world on his seventeenth birthday, a cross on his chest, without his parents permission of course. He hid it for a few months but his mother spotted it and had a fit. But what could they do now? He was grounded the rest of the summer and that was the end. Scorpius was rather lucky and spoiled.
PORTRAYED BY: Alex Pettyfer
PERSONALITY
PATRONUS:
His patronus is a white falcon. Scorpius best memory was his first ride on the Hogwarts Express his first year. The thrill was over whelming and all the new faces was intriguing.
BOGGART:
Scorpius was scolded by his father and grandfather for talking to the Weasley's and Potter's even after he was told not to. He was big on a bit of rebellion and his father and grandfather would not stand for it.
STRENGTHS:
persuasive, decisive, quick-witted, strong-willed, intelligent, charming, secretly semi-romantic.
WEAKNESSES:
wishy-washy at times, pushy, over-bearing, bragger, over-dedicated, never knows when to give in, cocky, smart-ass.
FEARS:
Loosing his mother and father, not being successful after Hogwarts, not living up to his fathers expectations
GOALS:
Being successful, having a family eventually, making his father proud
PERSONALITY:
Scorpius isn't an all around bad guy, but with Malfoy stamped to him he does have a reputation to uphold. But when people get around his rough exterior, they are surprised. But to start with Scorpius is a over-confident, cocky, rude boy to almost everyone except his friends. He says what is on his mind without much concern for the others feelings. He is selfish and is harsh with his language and movements. He would be the first to throw a punch in a fight and will stand his ground. He isn't a very good listener and doesn't care much for the opinions of others. Scorpius always thinks he is right and doesn't like being told he is wrong. He also doesn't like to be told he can't do something, because Scorpius is very ambitious and if someone says he can't do something, he will go out of his way to prove he can do it. He is a gifted liar and a charming fellow. Teachers and parents adore him. Scorpius is a very good manipulator, he knows what he wants and gos to any length to get it. His dad has always told him, "There is nothing out of your reach, if your willing to do anything to grab it". So Scorpius doesn't have a problem with lying to people and using his charm and wit on the unsuspecting, as long as he comes out the winner in the end. He is very competitive, on the quidditch field and off, and he has one hot temper if he doesn't win.
But besides the bad stuff,Scorpius actually likes to talk, if he finds someone he can really connect with, he has no problem listening and talking. He is a soft ay heart who loves looking at the stars, just taking walks and sitting by the lake. He can be really romantic if he really likes a girl, but the negative side is if he doesn't like her enough he can be a real jerk and not care. His first girlfriend he barely saw her and when he did he often told her to stop talking cause her voice made his head numb. But he's Scorpius Malfoy, how many girls would dump him? Scorpius figures when he finds that one girl that won't put up with his shit, she's the one for him. He loves to be around people, he is actually quite lonely without a group of people at his side. He's not all around bad, but you have to dig deep to find the good.
HISTORY
FAMILY:
Draco Malfoy (father)
Astoria Greengrass (mother)
Daphne Greengrass (aunt)
Lucius Malfoy (paternal grandfather)
Narcissa Malfoy (paternal grandmother)
HISTORY:
Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy was born to two extremely, pure-blood elitists, Draco Malfoy and Astoria Greengrass. Scorpius, for the longest, absolutely loathed his nam. His father had his hopes that his son was going to be a parselmouth just so the lad could probably rub it in Potter's face, but sadly that never happened. Draco was bound and determined to therefore make his first and only child exactly what he needed and should be - a strong, cunning, determined, and ultimately powerful wizard. He wasn't gunning for the boy to become the next dark lord or anything, but he certainly wanted him to be overly-successful. So much, in fact, that the Malfoy name could be restored to what it had previously been: a name to be, ultimately, feared by any and everyone who heard it. Scorpius had begun to show mild signs of magical talent very quickly, so there was really no chance in Draco's mind that his son could be a squib. Scorpius was never more excited than when he recieved his letter to Hogwarts. The boy was so ecstatic, in fact, that the boy had packed his trunk months ahead of time, and practically demanded that he get his supplies before everyone else.
Scorpius' favorite memory (and his way of summoning his patronus, later on) was his first train ride to Hogwarts, he met the Potter’s and Weasley’s that day and seemed to hit it off. But Scorpious later learned that his father and grandfather would not stand for him being friends with them. His father wasn't as horrible as Grandfather Lucius was, but he definitely had his temper, and Scorpius wouldn't be the one to test that. After being sorted into Slytherin, Scorpius took his place at the Slytherin table and quickly made his way towards making friends –How could you rule a school without people following at your heels? His first year flew by a lot quicker than he had expected.
Scorpius Malfoy was, publicly, the spitting image of his father and his grandfather - he had the looks, and furthermore - he had the attitude. He tried his dead-level best to do everything and anything his father might have done - start trouble with the Gryffindors, and insult the Weasley family as much as possible. He almost took a liking to calling Rose the "red one". She seemed to not like that too much, however, but Scor continued regardless. This young boy was determined to rule Hogwarts and make his parents proud. Scorpius Malfoy had proven to everyone through his marks that he wasn't as dim-witted as his father had appeared - Scorpius was close to being top of his class. Had it not been for one of the Gryffindors, he might have been. His father assured him that he could knock that out of place, and over time he began to believe him. Scorpius was most obnoxious during these years, and his only slip-up seemed to be getting caught talking to a Gryffindor by a friend of his father's - who, undoubtably, told Draco Malfoy about the incident. Scorpius' worst memory happens to be the moment his father called him into the dining area to speak about the matter -and, although his little twelve-year-old self assured his father that he was insulting the Gryffindor rather than carrying on a conversation, Draco wouldn't have it. Needless to say, Scorpius couldn't sit down for a week - and he's practically loathed his father for that ever since. Of course, he still respects and loves the man as his father - because, really, that's all he's got. He has his mother, of course, but she's basically a remnant of his father, and the two barely pay her much attention, as horrible as that sounds. Scor loves his mother dearly, of course, but there's just no major importance lingering over her head. Scorpius' third through fourth years were basically monotone; nothing majorly interesting happened.
Scorpius rather enjoyed his fifth year - mainly because he developed a relationship with a girl, a Slytherin that made his dad estatic. Therefore, Scorpius basically had full-reign of his personal life. Of course, many of his relationships had to be run through them for mild approval, but Scorpius always dated a pure-blooded Slytherin girl, so Draco and Astoria were never anything short of being proud. Scorpius continued his relationships with said Slytherin girls. The remainder of his fifth year was spent raising his grades - so much, in fact, that he was second in his class - something that his father was very much proud of. Now in his seventh year, Scor determined to make the best out of hi last year at Hogwarts.
NEED TO KNOW
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
You’re your own worst enemy. That rang so clear in Leeland’s head as he walked along a dirt path to the Lux Shore alone around mid day. It had just rained and everything had the warm wet smell to it. Water dripped from the leaves over head and smacked him in the nose a few times. It was peaceful out here, which is how Lee enjoyed his time. Quite and secluded, he was never good with people. Growing up he didn’t befriend anyone and his foster parents always said “Put yourself out there and see what happens” But that uncertainty was what scared Lee the most. Not knowing if it would work or not, what if you say hi to someone and they punch you in the face? Didn’t see that one coming did you? Now you have a broken nose and tattered self esteem. The anxiety that built up in Lee only made social situations worst. He couldn’t stand crowded places or loud areas. So he is pretty much a complete mess and bringing people into his messed up life wasn’t something he wanted to do to people.
Looking down at his shoes, one of them laid slightly untied, and being Lee’s luck he would trip when he stood up. So he grabbed the strings and began tying them up. But without realizing what he was doing, he began untying them again and re tying them. He looked at his feet and was confused.
“Crap” He mumbled, realizing what he was doing, he tied it again and quickly removed his hands, fighting the urge to untie his shoes. He hated being so weird and different, this stupid Asperger’s disorder made him repeat things a lot, made him very uncoordinated and effected his speech only slightly. He stuttered a lot but besides that he spoke like anyone his age would. Most of the time he just wanted to crawl into a hole and be left alone because being different sucked. He got laughed at a lot when he was little because when the teacher asked him to recite the alphabet he would go ‘A B C D E E F G G H I J K L L…’ it was embarrassing and gave kids a reason to mock him. He was asked by his classmates numerous times why he repeated words and why he talked so funny.
Arriving at the shore he wiped off a bench with his sleeve and sat down, crossing his legs in front of him and his arms across his stomach. He heard bird’s chirps and bugs buzzing around him, but it was calming for him. Picking up a flat smooth pebble and twirled it around in his hand a few times, it felt slimy, but it wasn’t. He threw it into the water, and it disappeared over the shore and into the water. Lee kicked some dirt under his foot and sighed softly. Was there such thing as enough alone time? Lee loved being alone but somewhere in the back of his mind he wanted to be surrounded by people like others were. Then again, if he was surrounded by people he would probably have a panic attack. He was torn between liking where he was and hating it. He was his own worst enemy. He could just suck it up and go say hi to some people but he allowed his anxiety and nervousness control his life and it left him here alone more times than not. Lee played with the ends of his hair, he usually did that when he was feeling anxiety building up in his gut, it made him feel icky and scared. Leeland really just wanted someone to hold him and tell him he wasn’t a freak or a weirdo. But he would never admit that out loud. He didn’t say much about anything actually.
Looking down at his shoes, one of them laid slightly untied, and being Lee’s luck he would trip when he stood up. So he grabbed the strings and began tying them up. But without realizing what he was doing, he began untying them again and re tying them. He looked at his feet and was confused.
“Crap” He mumbled, realizing what he was doing, he tied it again and quickly removed his hands, fighting the urge to untie his shoes. He hated being so weird and different, this stupid Asperger’s disorder made him repeat things a lot, made him very uncoordinated and effected his speech only slightly. He stuttered a lot but besides that he spoke like anyone his age would. Most of the time he just wanted to crawl into a hole and be left alone because being different sucked. He got laughed at a lot when he was little because when the teacher asked him to recite the alphabet he would go ‘A B C D E E F G G H I J K L L…’ it was embarrassing and gave kids a reason to mock him. He was asked by his classmates numerous times why he repeated words and why he talked so funny.
Arriving at the shore he wiped off a bench with his sleeve and sat down, crossing his legs in front of him and his arms across his stomach. He heard bird’s chirps and bugs buzzing around him, but it was calming for him. Picking up a flat smooth pebble and twirled it around in his hand a few times, it felt slimy, but it wasn’t. He threw it into the water, and it disappeared over the shore and into the water. Lee kicked some dirt under his foot and sighed softly. Was there such thing as enough alone time? Lee loved being alone but somewhere in the back of his mind he wanted to be surrounded by people like others were. Then again, if he was surrounded by people he would probably have a panic attack. He was torn between liking where he was and hating it. He was his own worst enemy. He could just suck it up and go say hi to some people but he allowed his anxiety and nervousness control his life and it left him here alone more times than not. Lee played with the ends of his hair, he usually did that when he was feeling anxiety building up in his gut, it made him feel icky and scared. Leeland really just wanted someone to hold him and tell him he wasn’t a freak or a weirdo. But he would never admit that out loud. He didn’t say much about anything actually.
ALIAS: chrissy!
AGE: eighteen
TIMEZONE:eastern I think
CODE WORD: ADMIN EDIT
OTHER CHARACTERS: none yet
HOW'D YOU FIND US: Another RP site I don't remember which lol!
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