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| BASICS Name: Kira Age: 27 Email: penofdl@gmail.com Experience: currently umbridged, pinkstoned, dagworthy, & northerncrossed @ ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} thehomefrontTime Zone: EST AIM: peacekeeperdl CDJ: ~makelovestay Birthday | Age: June 5, 1980 (17) Blood Status: Pureblood Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual Residence: Malfoy Manor; Amesbury, Wiltshire Appearance: Having always been smaller than most of the people his age, Draco still only stands about 5'6" with very lean muscle definition resulting in a very slight build. Perhaps because of his smaller stature, Draco developed his body language to make himself stand out, always walking talk with his shoulders back, chest out, and head held high. This attitude has faded noticeably in the last two years, though, and now is only a semblance of what it once was. Appearing far more downtrodden than he ever used to, Draco works to maintain his prestigious attire in hopes that it will make up for the pride that's been deflated from him. His platinum hair is always neat and tidy, and he does his best to keep his uniform in professional order. He has an image to project, after all, as Head Boy, and he does want to maintain the right appearances. PB: Matthew James Thomas First Impression: Spoiled little prick-- Merlin, he looks defeated. What the hell does he have to be so upset about? RELATIONSHIPS Family: MALFOY, LUCIUS » father (Slytherin, 1965-1972, Former Ministry Employee) LESTRANGE, BELLATRIX (née BLACK) » aunt (Slytherin, 1962-1969, Death Eater) LESTRANGE, RODOLPHUS » uncle (Slytherin, 1961-1968, Death Eater) Relationship with family: Most people who don't know much about the Malfoys outside of their reputation would be surprised to learn just how close they are as a family. Narcissa and Lucius's relationship was one of an intense love and devotion, and after having tried for years to successful have a child of their own, Draco's birth was nothing short of a miracle to them. Absolutely treasured from the onset, Draco grew up in absolute awe of his parents. His mother was the perfect example of everything a woman should ever be, and his father was utterly infallible. And when he was younger, absolutely nothing could have changed his mind about those two facts. He's grown up a lot since then, and while his childish idealistic views of the both of them have faded, it hasn't changed just how much that he loves the both of them. Draco would sacrifice anything in order to protect his family, and they would do the same for him. When the cards are all on the table, the Malfoy's loyalty to each other far outstrips their loyalty to anything else. Friends: Vincent Crabbe, Gregory Goyle, Theodore Nott, Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini Enemies: The Golden Trio, most Gryffindors, Muggleborns & Blood Traitors, EDUCATION Please note: Characters are limited to 9 activities (classes + clubs + quidditch or authority) Hogwarts House and Year: Slytherin, 7th School Activities: Head Boy & Slytherin Seeker O.W.L.s: Arithmancy - O N.E.W.T.s: Arithmancy - EE
PERSONALITY Brought up to unquestioningly follow one set of beliefs, Draco was fully formed as a youth into someone whose primary set of mind required him to believe that he was better than everyone else around him. Having never been provided any concrete evidence that disproved this given fact, he matured to the ripe age of eleven without any doubt that everything his parents had ever told him held true and that would be the one constant upon which the world worked. It didn't take long after his arrival at Hogwarts for him to realize that this wasn't the case. But being dislodged so violently from everything that he'd understood for so long only made him cling to them that much more, and it wasn't long before Draco was going out of his way to try and force people to understand the thing that had always been constant in his short existence. He was the most awesome person on the face of the earth and that was that. But as the people who actually seemed to agree with that sentiment were few and far between, Draco turned to the next best approach that occurred to his young mind: pointing out the flaws of everyone else so that they would understand how superior he was in comparison. The thought that this was somehow bullying didn't even occur to him at first. It was just a matter of righting a social imbalance that had occurred, but as he aged and understood just what sort of effect his behavior had upon the people that he inflicted it upon, it became his weapon of choice. Armed with words, some clever and some just cruel, he'd cut down all of those who stood against him until it would only be those who understood the glory of him and all that he should for that remained. It was a proper strategy in his mind, and it was one that he couldn't wait to expand upon after the return of the Dark Lord offered him the promises of true glory and the return of pureblood dominance. After his father's arrest, the Malfoys tumbled from favor, and Draco was left to try and learn what it was like to be at the bottom of the barrel rather than just battle for the attention leftover from those barely above him. With his father's Death Eater status as public knowledge, he became a public pariah, unwanted and unrespected by most everyone, and having been tasked by the Dark Lord with killing Dumbledore to make up for his father's failures, he was burdened by excessive pressures on top of feeling as though there was no one left that he could turn to. Alone, abandoned, uncertain that even the friends that he had counted on forever could be trusted to help him, Draco isolated himself. Where he was once proud and boisterous, lapping up the attention from onlookers, he was keeping to himself. Where he used to spend mealtimes and off times relaxing with his friends, he was consumed by the task at hand, and each failure that resulted in the near death of an innocent individual wrecked him with so much guilt that he couldn't keep it to himself. There was probably an irony in the fact that Draco was confessing his worries and woes about carrying out the Dark Lords order to both a muggleborn and one of the Dark Lord's first victims that could have been appreciated by anyone who had the chance to view the situation from a distance, but to Draco, Myrtle was a salvation in a storm that showed no signs of breaking, and one that he has come to rely on just as heavily this year. While his sixth year left Draco with some heavily conflicted feelings while the summer did its best to salve them, he's finding himself placed once again in a difficult position. While his position had been lifted from the dregs that it sunk to last year through the influence of the Headmaster, Draco finds himself placed into a number of situation which his heart is simply not into in the way that he expected it would be. The Dark Arts are not at all what he'd imagined them to be like, and now that the weight of a wizard's character is being measured by the sting of his Cruciatus Curse, he's finding that his silvertongue isn't as of as much use to him as it once was. In fact, all of the abilities that he once prided himself on, his arrogance, his cunning, his determination, and his clever twists of phrase, none of that seemed to matter in this new world order that he'd helped bring to fruition. Instead, he finds himself striving to do as he's told and as is expected of him without stepping too far out of line either way in hopes that he will find a way to earn back the Dark Lord's favor for his family one day. Then maybe he'll be able to exercise the gifts that he was given rather than try and align to someone else's. HISTORY Draco Malfoy had a pretty unremarkable childhood as far as childhoods go. With Voldemort dead and gone before he was even old enough to sit up properly, Draco never knew any of the looming fear that came with the Dark Lord’s presence or the demands that it had once placed on those that had shared his family’s ideals. Instead, Draco grew up only knowing the tales of glory, the dressed up stories that his father told him with all of the gore and horror and amorality removed, that came with being a Death Eater and following the purist ideals. From the time he was a wide-eyed, wondrous toddler fixated on tales of heroism, while every other wizarding child was hearing of the chosen one who toppled You-Know-Who as a baby, Draco was being told that it was only a matter of time until the Dark Lord returned to restore their kind, proper witches and wizards, to their former glory and run the mudbloods out of the wizarding world for good. And with the families he had interaction with being restricted only to other old world purebloods, Draco never heard any different. It had only been touched on briefly in his childhood that there were some who believed differently than his family did, and even then, those who did were portrayed as those who he should spend very little time and effort on. Needless to say that it was a shock when he arrived at Hogwarts that, even amongst Slytherins, those who were strictly devoted to the idea of pureblood dominance over the wizarding world and the expulsion of all muggleborns were few and far between. Soon enough, what Draco’s young mind had perceived as a chance to impress people with how wonderful and special he was and gain even more friends than he already had became a matter of self-preserving isolation amongst those he found shared his beliefs or those he had already been acquainted with during childhood. Despite the strength he found within the friendships that he had been able to forge, it was disappointing to Draco to find that he simply had an easier time making enemies than he did making friends. The violate combination of bravado, jealousy, and the image that he’d been taught he had to uphold earned Draco quite a bit of scorn from others, particularly from Potter and his gaggle of worshippers. Harry’s scornful public dismissal of his friendship in front of the bulk of their year had rightfully earned him Draco’s solid mistrust, and the feeling that he had to work to try and match the admiration that Potter seemed to have simply had by right only made Draco hate him that much more. It also didn’t help that his own intelligence and hard work was constantly being overshadowed by a muggleborn and that whatever steps he took to try and distinguish himself only seemed to fall flat or be dismissed as something that had been ‘bought’. In a place where Draco had expected to be liked and admired, he found himself instead struggling to be recognized or respected outside of his surname and loathed by those who didn’t respect it simply because of it. There were small encouragements, however, to keep him from giving up entirely. His position on the Quidditch team, -- rightfully earned and not BOUGHT like so many people assumed -- the classes that he enjoyed, Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy, and most importantly, the fact that his Head of House seemed to see not only his potential but how hard he was working to make something of himself. When he was appointed prefect his fifth year, Draco was both surprised and delighted to find that he had finally accomplished something that Potter hadn’t. Granted, Weasley and Granger were wearing the badges for Gryffindor, but that was hardly something to be concerned with because Potter wasn’t. It was a childish victory, especially considering Gryffindor soundly beat them once more at both the Quidditch and House cup and the year ended with his father being arrested, but it was something that gave Draco plenty of motivation to get through the year. While their feud started out as one fueled by childish petty jealousy, after Draco’s father was imprisoned, however, his jealousy of Harry’s effortless celebrity and rage towards his part in the affair amalgamated into the sort of pure loathing which prompted him to immobilize Harry, break his nose, and leave him on the train after discovering that Potter had been spying on him and his friends and was enough to spur him to attempt the Cruciatus Curse when he realized that Harry had overheard him speaking with Myrtle. Violence had seldom been Draco’s way of dealing with situations as he preferred to verbally berate someone and let their own sense of shame do the rest. It was a strategy that had worked well for him, and had rarely resulted in retaliations like the one of Potter’s. Nurse Pomfrey had made it clear after that that he’d been very luck Snape had been there to administer first aid or he might have bled to death. Of course, there were times over the rest of the year where he stopped and wondered if it hadn’t been better if he had bled to death on the floor of the bathroom. With the sheer impossibility that seemed to be coupled to fixing the Vanishing Cabinet, Draco had hardly believe his luck when he finally managed it only to have Dumbledore leave the castle not long after and provide them with the perfect opportunity to strike. Draco hadn’t expected any sort of resistance much less what they came across, but despite this, he made it through the fighting and to the top of the Astronomy Tower and disarmed Dumbledore without so much as breaking a sweat. Killing him should have been a simple task from there, but Draco found himself frozen under the weight of what he was expected to do. He’d never killed anyone before. He’d never wanted to kill anyone before, and even the possibility that he could have accidentally killed someone with the measures that he’d taken earlier to try and kill Dumbledore weighed heavily on him. And to think, he’d never expected he’d ever have a reason to feel badly about something he’d done to Weasley. Dumbledore’s words weren’t helping his ability to get the task over with either. With the man offering the most bizarre sort of praise possible, congratulating him on the cleverness his plans, and offering to help shelter not only himself but his family, Draco found himself torn between various points of indecision. He’s certain now that it had taken the others a minute or two longer to reach the tower than it had, he would have accepted the offer being presented to him. Instead, Draco found himself being prodded to get it over with by various impatient temperaments and them watching as Snape struck the killing blow and hauled him forcibly out of the castle. Draco found himself dumbfounded after the series of events. His life and the lives of his family were spared despite the fact that he failed to strike the killing blow himself. He had allowed them entrance to Hogwarts, and Dumbledore was dead. It was result enough. Though his life was spared, it wasn’t much of a life to live. Malfoy Manor was taken over as a base of operations not long after the siege of Hogwarts, and even when his father was freed from Azkaban, the Malfoys were forced to remain a party to the Death Eater actions with a lower favor than they had ever had in the Dark Lord’s eyes before. Reduced to little more than menial servants, Draco hadn’t expected to return to Hogwarts the next fall until the unthinkable happened. The Dark Lord managed to claim the Ministry. Surprised, overwhelmed, and delighted with the victory at first, Draco didn’t come to understand the full implications of the restructuring until he returned to school that fall. Being granted the position of Head Boy wasn’t much of a surprise with Snape being made the new Headmaster, but it was still an appointment that he relished until it become apparent what his duties were going to be. Torture, physical and mental, doling out punishments, overseeing the newly reestablished Inquisitorial Squad, none of it was anything that he had the heart or the stomach for so soon after witnessing so much. He utilized his position as 'supervisor' as best as he could to observe, direct, & intimidate, anything to keep his own hand from being the one to strike the blow as much as possible. Not exactly as adept at playing good little soldier as he had been the year before, Draco was still making his best effort to preserve the front that he still believed as wholeheartedly in the Cause as he once did. But it was a hard mask to keep up considering the atmosphere within the halls of Hogwarts. It was odd how much Draco noticed the difference. As someone who had spent much of his early years complaining about Hogwarts’ open and accepting atmosphere, he found himself suddenly missing it. Classes were decidedly empty with the limited acceptance and several obvious missing faces. The new Dark Arts class mainly consisted of casting Unforgivables on “troublemakers” instead of actually being taught anything, and the new Muggle Studies class - required for all students - was just Alecto spouting off at the mouth for an hour. And, as much as he was loathed to admit it, even being Head Boy wasn’t nearly as fulfilling as it could had he had the ability to spend the year taunting Granger like he'd figured he would should he actually achieve the position himself. While the other professors seemed to be making their best efforts to keep teaching their classes as they normally would, the whole feel of Hogwarts was just off. It wasn’t a school anymore so much as a correctional institution, and what they were trying to correct was all of the ideas that they had so long disagreed with. Ideas that Draco had started to wonder about, about whether they were really so bad when the other option was, well, this. Unfortunately, it didn’t long before Draco found himself feeling the effects of his lack of enthusiasm. Every time that he hesitates to enact a punishment himself or restrains himself just that much in Dark Arts, he can feel Amycus Carrow's eyes boring into the back of his skull. And every time that he didn't fervently echo the sentiments expressed in Muggle Studies or laugh at some muggle spawn is berated for their filthy parentage, he was sense Alecto starting to wonder just whether he's going to turn on them all. His trust amongst the more fervently loyal of his friends has begun to waver as well, and for the first time in his life, Draco feels himself unsure just how much Crabbe and Goyle would be willing to back him should they be forced to make a choice. Since even their childhood years, they had been the two truest friends that he has ever known: strong, dependable, and as loyal as any Slytherin is capable of being. But with the new world order shaping up to be much more their suit than it could ever be his, he knows that it is just a matter of time before something breaks. For once, they're the ones with the strength and influence, not Draco, and he can’t help but worry that they might decide that he's somehow in the wrong and turn on him at the worst possible moment. WAR & HOGWARTS What has your character been doing at school since the year began? What he's told. Put into positions of authority by the influence of the now Headmaster Snape, Draco has been doing his best to maintain the expectations of the roles that he's taken on. It's not an easy task, though, considering he has absolutely no respect whatsoever for the Carrows and finds their methods of going about things to be highly disturbing. What has primarily motivated him, just like he was motivated last year, has been fear. Fear of what will happen if he disobeys and fear of what will be done to him if he falls completely out of favor. He's already under suspicion, he's certain of it, and he's been trying his best to stay above it. But he's definitely no longer the King of the Slytherins that he once was. Even with the Head Boy badge pinned to his chest. What is your character's view of the Carrows? Couldn't the Dark Lord have sent someone else? In Draco's opinion, promoting Snape to the position of Headmaster was the smartest thing that the Dark Lord could have done while placing Alecto and Amycus into teaching positions was perhaps the stupidest. The Carrows aren't Professors. There's absolutely no one that would have bought them as Professors. They're glorified prison guards. And while Draco understands that that was probably what the Dark Lord was going for, there were definitely better, less heavy handed ways of going about it. Ways that might have actually earned them support instead of vehement opposition. But who is he to criticise the Dark Lord's decisions? What is your character's participation in Dark Arts and Muggle Studies like? Lacking. That's the nice way of putting it. The Carrows would probably say something more like "Pathetic!" and "Disgraceful!" especially considering what someone of his lineage should be capable of. As someone whose main motive of operation has always been to talk a big game without really bothering to back it up in any way, being placed into a situation where he has to follow through. While he's been saying that he'd rather learn the Dark Arts rather than Defence for years, he's found himself wishing for those other lessons back when faced with the prospect of having to torture animals and fellow students. And Muggle Studies, while serving its purpose, just makes him exasperated with having to sit through what amounts to a rant every class period. While he's never refused outright to complete an assignment or argued against anything which has been said, it is probably obvious that his enthusiasm for the subjects is definitely lacking. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
