Post by crayola on Jul 6, 2009 21:32:21 GMT -5
: Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy
The Basics
Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy
Age;17
Birthday;November 17th
Gender;Male
Year; 7th
House;Slytherin
Occupation;Student
Wand; 12.5 inches, Black Palm, Dragon Heart-string
The Outer Layer
Physical Appearance; Scorpius is said to have inherited his father’s physical characteristics. He has a pale, pointed face with somewhat thin lips. His eyes are a cold oceanic color, gray overpowering the bluish shade. His hair is bleach blonde and an exact color copy of Draco’s and Lucius’. It is just above his eyebrows and rather shaggy. He prides himself on his build and works very hard to keep his shape intact.
The Inner Layer
Patronus; Cobra
Boggart;His father
Strenghts; - Determined: If he wants something, he will do what it takes to get it
- Intelligent: Scorpius is quite smart when it comes to his school work.
Weaknesses; - Scorpius is described as a slightly kinder version of his father; in Draco’s eyes, this is a weakness
- Has difficulty lying: he can lie if he forces himself to, but he dislikes the deed and finds it difficult.
Personality;Scorpius is truly a fairly kind person, but he seems to attempt to suppress who he is. This results as a rude, malicious person who he honestly dislikes tremendously. But he is used to the cruelness and thus, finds it easier. He awaits a person who he can be himself around, besides his mother, and at few moments he does act like himself around his friends. Despite this, these moments are rare. He, surprisingly, doesn’t care what house a person is in; he was taught to judge a person on their blood status as his father seems to be over all of the Hogwarts House’s rivalry. Regardless of what he was taught, he knows he should not judge a person on their blood; but he does it anyway. He, secretly, finds himself thinking of Rose Weasly to much; he restrains his feelings as he knows how he would be portrayed if anyone found out this. He is under immense pressure to live up to his father’s standards; this involves Quidditch [which he extremely good at and practices regularly], his grades, his fitness, and his association with the new group of Deatheaters. Scorpius is fulfilling small tasks for Bellatrix Lestrange, trying to prove to her and his father that he is worthy of becoming a Deatheater. He is loyal to the cause, but he can’t help but wonder what it would be like if he wasn’t on their side; he feels that he would benefit from this.
The Past
History; Scorpius comes from a long line of Slytherin pure bloods. They each had some sort of high accomplishment and he knows he has certain standards to live up to. His grandfather was a loyal Deathereater who treated his son similarly to how Draco treats Scorpius. Scorpius’ father did not only help Lord Voldemorte, but he was a Prefect and achieved many other things. Both the Malfoy family, the Greengrass family and the Black family traditionally have been purebloods and in the Slytherin House for centuries; the Blacks usually disowned anyone who was not. The Malfoys are very wealthy and thus spoil their son, giving him the greatest of everything as far as material possessions go. The whole family, besides Scorpius, is prejudice against anyone who doesn’t share their blood; in other words, anyone who is a half-blood, muggle-born, or a muggle. His mother was originally named Asteria Greengrass. She enrolled in Hogwarts two years after her sister/Scorpius’ aunt, Daphne, and eventually married Draco Malfoy. This resulted to their only son, Scorpius.
Put You To The Test
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Roleplay Sample;
- I once role-played as Edward Cullen, from Twilight. So, if you don’t mind, I’ll use one of the posts I wrote as him:
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Edward gazed up at the never-ending sky, its soft blue colour surrounded with pure white, fluffy clouds. The scenery on a summer day such as today was beautiful. He lay upon the fresh cut grass, and rested his head upon the terrain. His golden eyes, not even the slightest bit ravenous, were still staring up at the sky as he inhaled. He opened his mouth, feeling the air touch his tongue and his cheeks, and swallowed a gust of air. It tasted clean; the way nature was, with its earthly tang. His chest continued to move up and down as he inhaled the unnecessary amounts of air. He slowly let his pale eyelids close over his golden eyes, hiding the strange colour and any other expressions they had to offer. This was how he relaxed; with no one here and no thoughts colliding with his own in his mind. It was quiet and peaceful. The sun’s rays touched his hard skin, and he could feel the new light his skin was giving off. He smiled lightly through his closed eyes as his fingers dug into the ground, the dirt touching each tip.
Suddenly, the thoughts of a human approaching became louder and clearer in his mind. They were nowhere to be seen, not yet on the grounds, but Edward found it the better option to take cover before seen. He moved down under a tree, its large leaves taking the role of shade for him so that the sun came in no contact with him. He leaned against the wooden trunk, his heavy eyelids once again closing over his topaz eyes as he awaited the presence of this person.
