Post by shideh on May 9, 2010 19:14:07 GMT
DRACOABRAXASMALFOY
hello? it's me, shideh here, remember? oh, okay. well. i'm 18 and i've been around this roleplay world for about four years. i stumbled about here thanks to proboards with my friend(s) other character names, if applicable.
S/HE LIVES IN A FAIRYTALE
[/color] 6th March
full name Draco Malfoy
nicknames Draco
age 40
date of birth
year and house of preference Slytherin Alumni
bloodline[/color] Pureblood
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IT'S ALL ABOUT THE EXPOSURE THE LENS
[/color] 5'4
height
weight[/color] 418lbs
hair colour[/color] bleach blonde
eye colour[/color] brown
skin tone[/color] peachy
play-by[/color] james marsters
His body is often cold, and therefore colour is very much monotone with Draco. Sometimes to the extent that his lips will turn blue and drained of colour from lack of moisture. His hear will smell of pear from the shampoo he uses. He had the smallest and faintest freckles like bacon chips dotted around his nose, and his slanted eyes give him the impression of being mistruthful. His hair is short, straight and simple combed back. His colours are normally blue and red, sticking to the primary colours that don't draw obvious attention from his skin. His waist is like that of a wasp, because Draco knows when he is laying around too much.
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SENTENCE ME TO ANOTHER LIFE
[/color] lucius malfoy
father
mother[/color] narcissa malfoy
siblings[/color] n/a
spouses[/color] astoria malfoy
offspring[/color] scorpius
other relations[/color]
Cygnus Black III (grandfather)
Druella Rosier (grandmother)
Andromeda Tonks (aunt)
Bellatrix Lestrange (aunt)
Rodolphus Lestrange (uncle)
Ted Tonks (uncle)
Nymphadora Tonks (cousin)
Abraxas Malfoy (grandfather)
Sirius Black (second cousin)
Regulus Black (second cousin)
Walburga Black (great aunt)
Orion Black (great uncle)
Alphard Black (great uncle)
Pollux Black (great-grandfather)
Irma Crabbe (great-grandmother)
From a male unicorn came born Draco's first wand as he shopped in Diagon Alley for his first year. He wondered what he was going to do with his life, maybe join the Holyhead Harpies Qudditch team. He was very eager to start Quidditch. He immediately clicked with Pansy Parkinson's gang, with particular interest in three girls; Pansy, Daphne and Astoria. He didn't act seriously on any of these girls until his fifth year, but even then he was troubled with Umbridge confiscating all his 'unauthorized' books that his father had given him on the history of You-Know-Who. He did his best to suck-up to the teachers, or at least the ones that his father couldn't get rid of. He never liked his Care of Magical Creatures lessons, and when he broke his arm from one of those hippogriffs his hatred of the creatures was irrepairable. He still remembered the feeling of the ferula charm on his arm, where a wooden splint binded his bones together like a tight package. Not to mention having to drink bat's blood soup until it was healed.
His mother often took him to London, where he knew his mother lived with her family before she married his father. He often wondered why her family wasn't taught in History of Magic when they were so well known. He often thought his family the best, and no one ever realized it. He saw wedding photos of his parents marrying at Hampton Court Palace and wondered why it wasn't the most majestic and lavish wedding ever to happen. His attitudes toward his family changed during the first wizarding war, when he witnessed a member of the order being blasted to pieces. It terrified him to the extent that he knew what he wanted from life. He jumped into proposing to Pansy, changing his mind later and marrying Astoria Greengrass. He needed a woman to keep him safe, and he keeps good relations with his mother.
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IF GOD'S THE GAME THAT YOU'RE PLAYING
[/color] yes it is
is this app done?
A TIGER IS A TIGER NOT A LAMB MEIN HERR[/color]
roleplay sample
here is a minimal post
"Well, it was no library" she replied plainly, squaring her shoulders, sounding less than thrilled. "I'll pass on the drink" she rolled her eyes as the girl continually said "part-ay" what was she, twelve? She had to admit she saw way too many camiknickers for her liking up there, but it was mostly dull "miss popular" attitude presented in the form of a bedroom. She wondered why there weren't a lot of people though, she must've screeched at a public place to obtain this many. Gianna sent a cautioning look to everyone, letting them know that she wasn't to be trifled with. Her fingers caressed her phone as she waited for a reply, she was so looking forward to this. An evil grin appeared on her face as she took a menacing stance, walking back around to the entrance to wait. there would be others soon.
She had to keep reminding herself that it was no big deal if Nathaniel didn't come, but she hoped he would. Secretly she was scared and dejected, knowing that Nathaniel could be doing anything - or anyone - right now. "Yep.. he'll be here" she tried to believe it, even happily popping the 'p' when she said yep. Why wouldn't he come?
and here is a maximum
Riding around Volterra was one of her favorite pastimes, the Volturi gymnasium had been off limits since she left the Volturi - a decision she regretted now. If only she could do something to prove to Aro that she was loyal once more. The Volturi was her fortress that she loved. The place she lived now was no better than a barn disguised as a lighthouse. Her superhuman ears did not expect to hear a broadcasted sound of two scheming vampires. It rang like recorded sound in her countryside ears. Ears like a horse, she sneered into their conversation; "do you honestly think Aro is not protected against insignificant powers such as yours? He is aware of your power and is never unguarded. Especially if - god forbid - someone dare tell him your plan... I need to re-join my home and you two are going to help me do it" laughing at the puny vampires that don't appreciate what they have, Gianna couldn't control her laughter.
"Your both pathetic" she glared at both vampires, "all the power of a matchbox and yet you insist that you are worth something to this world" she spat at them in disgust before pulling out her walkie-talkie hidden in her purse. Gianna was not to be trifled with, she was a craftswoman and nobody got past her. She would make these worthless vampires cry with horror for being ungrateful to Aro's wishes. Gianna was in a state to cry her heart out every day for giving away the opportunity to be a fully achieved member of the Volturi for a man. All those hours she weeped buckets at her lot opportunity, and at how so many could not understand how fabulous life in the Volturi treated the vampires inside. Gianna would never show her heavy heart in her boots, they needn't know that Gianna hit rock bottom after leaving the Volturi.
Gianna ignored how down in the dumps she felt, and how much she wanted to cry her eyes out at that very moment and cut out her insides, these insolent women had to be taught a lesson. "Sulpicia? My suspicions were confirmed.... yes yes..." the blonde and feminine voice rang through the walkie-talkie. "no ma'am. she has recieved the help of another vampire who claims to have the gift of compulsion. Warn your husband immediately" Gianna's voice faded of urgency and a sly grin appeared on her face. "Aro will reward me kindly for this" she twisted happily around the two women like they were statues. She gazed at them like a shark to a trout, "who do you think you girls are kidding? words fail me when I think of how you were so willing to betray the greatest family of vampires since this world began" she snarled, her fists curling into rattling grasps.
Each little hedgehog squirmed at the ground amidst her feet, every woodchuck shook fiercely in fear. Only then did Gianna wind down, pouting like a child with a busted lip as she lost connection in the walkie-talkie. oh well, she thought, i'll start with my reward immediately gleeful at the thought, nothing they did could bring her down. In Volterra there were markets and celebration and street traders selling zucchini and mangetout, nobody noticed any evil doings of Volterra and why should they? Aro preserved this beautiful city of Volterra and that will be one of which will be preserved for as long as vampires roam and humans ran like weevils in their presence.
Elapsing and lapsing into a passive grin was difficult as Gianna heard sounds of fury coming from within the Volturi castle. At full tilt in the blink of an eye the voices were gone, but Gianna knew this was to hide the happenings of the castle to the outside world. They were all soon afterward called to the castle, of which Gianna was proud to attend. Volturi castle had been her secretarial college as a human and her home as a vampire. Several members of the guard hauled themselves through the ground and found them, Gianna knew she was in a position to request riding her bike to the castle as she was not the accused. Sailing freely to Volturi castle felt like heaven indeed, she kept at it until she reached the castle. She assumed the two vampires were hanging touch until Aro destroyed them. As Gianna entered the castle she saw the new human secretary they had acquired, "over my dead body" Gianna mumbled under her breath with certainty that she would never lose that job again. Rumour had it that in the three years Gianna had been away that new secretary had ordered more escorts online than Gianna dared to wonder.
The castle itself contained all the drama of a Gothic novel satire such as Northanger Abbey by Jane Austen, of course she would never admit that through unemployment came reading up to her neck. Laughing, Gianna made her way through the doors of the elevator which felt as large as it's own subcontinent. Seedlings of potted plants had withered and reborn from the floors of the castle, just as the guard needed guidebooks to how to regrow them. Gianna remembered giving them these guidebooks, helping the guard learn their way when they were new. When they reached the plateau Gianna was the first to step inside and gaze at the cirrostratus clouds that falsified the ceiling above. Gianna searched into Aro's eyes for confirmation that she may enter, the guard all gathered like a High Mass, of which Gianna hoped would represent the memorial service of the dear fools that defied Aro.
Gianna could assure herself they would not be missed by her, but she doubted they cared of such a thing. Volturi members of such disobedience were not worth the trouble, and Gianna promised Aro before the entire guard that should she be rewarded for turning them in she would gladly take her only post back as secretary for the Volturi. It was where she belonged, truly and faithfully serving the strongest vampires in existence. Never again would she leave their capable hands.
"Your both pathetic" she glared at both vampires, "all the power of a matchbox and yet you insist that you are worth something to this world" she spat at them in disgust before pulling out her walkie-talkie hidden in her purse. Gianna was not to be trifled with, she was a craftswoman and nobody got past her. She would make these worthless vampires cry with horror for being ungrateful to Aro's wishes. Gianna was in a state to cry her heart out every day for giving away the opportunity to be a fully achieved member of the Volturi for a man. All those hours she weeped buckets at her lot opportunity, and at how so many could not understand how fabulous life in the Volturi treated the vampires inside. Gianna would never show her heavy heart in her boots, they needn't know that Gianna hit rock bottom after leaving the Volturi.
Gianna ignored how down in the dumps she felt, and how much she wanted to cry her eyes out at that very moment and cut out her insides, these insolent women had to be taught a lesson. "Sulpicia? My suspicions were confirmed.... yes yes..." the blonde and feminine voice rang through the walkie-talkie. "no ma'am. she has recieved the help of another vampire who claims to have the gift of compulsion. Warn your husband immediately" Gianna's voice faded of urgency and a sly grin appeared on her face. "Aro will reward me kindly for this" she twisted happily around the two women like they were statues. She gazed at them like a shark to a trout, "who do you think you girls are kidding? words fail me when I think of how you were so willing to betray the greatest family of vampires since this world began" she snarled, her fists curling into rattling grasps.
Each little hedgehog squirmed at the ground amidst her feet, every woodchuck shook fiercely in fear. Only then did Gianna wind down, pouting like a child with a busted lip as she lost connection in the walkie-talkie. oh well, she thought, i'll start with my reward immediately gleeful at the thought, nothing they did could bring her down. In Volterra there were markets and celebration and street traders selling zucchini and mangetout, nobody noticed any evil doings of Volterra and why should they? Aro preserved this beautiful city of Volterra and that will be one of which will be preserved for as long as vampires roam and humans ran like weevils in their presence.
Elapsing and lapsing into a passive grin was difficult as Gianna heard sounds of fury coming from within the Volturi castle. At full tilt in the blink of an eye the voices were gone, but Gianna knew this was to hide the happenings of the castle to the outside world. They were all soon afterward called to the castle, of which Gianna was proud to attend. Volturi castle had been her secretarial college as a human and her home as a vampire. Several members of the guard hauled themselves through the ground and found them, Gianna knew she was in a position to request riding her bike to the castle as she was not the accused. Sailing freely to Volturi castle felt like heaven indeed, she kept at it until she reached the castle. She assumed the two vampires were hanging touch until Aro destroyed them. As Gianna entered the castle she saw the new human secretary they had acquired, "over my dead body" Gianna mumbled under her breath with certainty that she would never lose that job again. Rumour had it that in the three years Gianna had been away that new secretary had ordered more escorts online than Gianna dared to wonder.
The castle itself contained all the drama of a Gothic novel satire such as Northanger Abbey by Jane Austen, of course she would never admit that through unemployment came reading up to her neck. Laughing, Gianna made her way through the doors of the elevator which felt as large as it's own subcontinent. Seedlings of potted plants had withered and reborn from the floors of the castle, just as the guard needed guidebooks to how to regrow them. Gianna remembered giving them these guidebooks, helping the guard learn their way when they were new. When they reached the plateau Gianna was the first to step inside and gaze at the cirrostratus clouds that falsified the ceiling above. Gianna searched into Aro's eyes for confirmation that she may enter, the guard all gathered like a High Mass, of which Gianna hoped would represent the memorial service of the dear fools that defied Aro.
Gianna could assure herself they would not be missed by her, but she doubted they cared of such a thing. Volturi members of such disobedience were not worth the trouble, and Gianna promised Aro before the entire guard that should she be rewarded for turning them in she would gladly take her only post back as secretary for the Volturi. It was where she belonged, truly and faithfully serving the strongest vampires in existence. Never again would she leave their capable hands.
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turn it off in all my spite
credit to NERDS CAN ROCK for this app :] her
hard work went into it when she should have
been studying! shoosh! xP lyrics to paramore's
new album; brand new eyes![/font]
