Post by shinoa on Dec 18, 2009 8:18:16 GMT
SCORPIUSHYPERIONMALFOY
hello? it's me, shinoa here, remember? oh, okay. well. i'm twenty and i've been around this roleplay world for about ten years. i stumbled about here thanks to an ad on too young to fight it with my friend scorpius, here.
HE LIVES IN A FAIRYTALE
[/color] january 20
full name scorpius hyperion malfoy
nicknames scrop, scorpion.
age 16
date of birth
year and house of preference sixth and slytherin
bloodline[/color] pureblood
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IT'S ALL ABOUT THE EXPOSURE THE LENS
[/color] 6'1
height
weight[/color] 175 pounds
hair colour[/color] blond
eye colour[/color] grey
skin tone[/color] pale
play-by[/color] boyd holbrook
Scorpius is not really what people expect him to be when they first set eyes on him. First of all, he is much taller then most of his family has been so far. They all assume this is from Astoria's side of the family, but no one can really be sure for certain. He just happens to be growing like a weed. The quidditch training helps him from growing into a skinny little breakable weed, but mainly, all Scorpius is is this awkward strong but skinny tall guy. They suspect he will hit 6'3 or 6'5 when he gets older. Scorpius is dreading it greatly. On the note of his awkward height and quidditch playing, Scorpius tends to get embarrased when he hurts himself. Half the time it is because unless he's on a broom, he's actually rather clumsy. He's working on that. So, while trying to stay as far as he can from the infirmary and the scary witch who works there [or, scary to Scorpius at least] Scorpius just lets things heal on thier own, giving him an actually rather impressive array of scars and indents all over his body.
Onto things he does himself, and can't help, Scorpius is a clean person. His hair is annoyingly choppy, but he does what he can with it, trying to keep it neat. He will figure out the slick Malfoy look someday, if he thinks he can stand looking like a weasel for most his life. He's added a funky looking cross to his chest as a tattoo, something he did in hope to get luck on his runes classes. It's kinda sorta been working, if you call average grades a lucky thing. They probably are in Scorpius' case. Clothing wise, mainly it's the hogwarts uniform and then what he's been wearing all his life: Well maintained, high quality clothing. Don't let this fool you into thinking he just wears suits all the time though, he wears what's comfortable to him that day, whether it's jeans or dress pants, or a t-shirt or a loose button-up. He just doesn't care. Whatever is in his closet. It just all happens to be the better lables due to his family is all.
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SENTENCE ME TO ANOTHER LIFE
[/color] draco malfoy
father
mother[/color] astoria malfoy [nee greengrass]
siblings[/color] none
spouses[/color] none
offspring[/color] most certaintly not
other relations[/color]
lucius and narcissa malfoy - grandparents.
daphne greengrass [nott] - aunt.
theodore nott - uncle.
DIZAERIA ADRASTEIA NOTT - cousin
Scorpius was born to Astoria and Draco Malfoy on a particularily rainy afternoon. He was immediatly spoiled by his over-doting mother and his father looked to him with great joy. Draco felt that perhaps his young son would one day grow up to be the sort of man Draco himself had always wanted to be. Scorpius never needed for anything. He grew up in the ancestrial Malfoy home, Malfoy Manor. He was treated to wonderful things, even in his youth. However, unlike his father before him he was not simply handed everything. Draco was careful to do for his son what he parents did not do for him. He was careful to teach him responsibility and care for others early. Scorpius did always end up getting what he wanted, though. One of these things happened to be his Quidditch Race broom. And this was not the greatest idea. He fell off his broom when he was nine, and fell a very long way down, landing himself in a coma for a week. Thankfully, due to magical healing, he woke up a with no damage, but he suffered from night terrors for a few months after that. He sometimes get them currently.
He was an excellent student even before school began. Draco had the boy set up taking all different sorts of courses before he began Hogwarts. Scorpius could ride equestrian, speak and read italian and french and speak greek fluently, play the piano, and do a number of impressive things at the age of ten. Draco allowed his son a short break from studies before he was admitted into Hogwarts. He felt his son had earned such.
But, all intelligence aside, when Scorpius first joined Hogwarts, his popularity level would not go anywhere passed hated. For a good long time. It had nothing to do with who Scorpius was, just for what stories parents had told his classmates about what his father had done. Even his housemates were wary of him. For Scorpius, who's father was harsh yes, but nothing particularily evil in his eyes, it didn't make any sense. He was nice enough, when it came to his point of view. But there was not much he could do, so... he became a loner. And has generally stayed that way. People talk to him, sure, and he at least is recognized as "not as bad as we'd thought he'd be," but no one wants to be the one to come home and accidentally say "so me and malfoy were hanging out the other day..." and scare the crap out of thier families. Malfoy has come to accept that.
When he was in his fourth year, he went for the quidditch team and made it in. As a keeper. That was a spot he much prefered to the spot his father pressed him to go into, the seeker. He didn't have such great of eyes as Draco did. He could see the snitch on occasion sure, if it was maybe two feet from him, but to see a glint of gold in an entire quidditch pitch while all the way in the air? No. Not in a million years. But a big red quaffle, that he could see easily and without even thinking about it, could get in the way of. He was made to be hit, it seemed, because he is a good keeper, he wouldn't have stayed in the position so long if he wasn't, but half the time, he was bumping the quaffle out of the hoops with his head. It makes for sometimes several days in the infirmary, but except for the lower braincell count and the missing of school days, he doesn't really mind. It's all in the game.
Mainly these days he's been concentrating on his schooling the most, as where he is intelligent, it's not like he can snore through class [runes boggle his mind.]. Where his father easily got a high-level job by working under the oddly hated grandfather, Draco wants to make his own name. He doesn't really want to always be known as the "kid of that guy who killed someone loved and important" all his life. And he won't be known as that if he has anything to say about it. So, he's working extra hard on trying to get good enough grades to do something meaningful. Even if it's just playing quidditch for the rest of his life, but at least that would mean something different then the hell his parents want him to go through. Gotta at least be a tad bit of a rebel from the family.
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IF GOD'S THE GAME THAT YOU'RE PLAYING
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is this app done?
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roleplay sample
Mornings, believe it or not, was one of Markus' favorite times of day when it was sunny out. The next was when girls found it to hot after school and started to come out in the tinier clothing. This of course no-one knew he watched, for he monitored them on his little cameras nobody seems to notice. But for now, we are going to concentrate on the morning, for it was the morning, and Markus was holding his large mug of green tea and lemon while breathing the fresh sea air while watching his students file their way to class. He chuckled slightly as he saw the looks he got as usual. Some were indifferent to him, others looked ready to murder him, excellent excellent, and others looked upon him with more comfortable gazes. On the odd occasion he'd get an appraising look or a wink, and he shook his head a little at those few. They really had to be completely nuts. But no matter, he made sure every class had a teacher in it, and then lazily wandered his way to the front office.
As he lazed in, he shook his tea around in his large mug, peering inside it and realizing he had very little left. Well, this would not do. He waved a little at his secretary, still staring into his cup with annoyed crinkle in his nose as he walked into his office, where his secretary would have already started his next pot of tea. Markus never drank coffee. It's not that he hated it, but he had heard an unfortunatly true rumor about it that made him hated. It would make him have to take viagra later in life. And that would just not do. Non-caffinated tea from here on end. The burning hot liquid hitting his tongue could be the thing to wake him up every morning. And the potential of getting a new student like he was supposed to today. Janice, his secretary, sat eagerly behind him while he poured his tea and took a big sip. Hm. Too much leaves this time. It was strong. Sugar needed. Janice shifted on her feet as Markus carefully measured and added sugar, and when his tea was perfect, Markus sighed contentedly and finally acknowledged her presence. In a manner.
"Speak." He said and turned to face her.
Janice bit her lip, which she seemed to only do when he was around. "Good morning sir, there's a letter on your desk from the school board, and a few bills from that field trip Risher sent his kids on. There's a couple letters from your aunt and your mother, and a weird feeling parcel on the left side from that friend of yours." Markus nodded absent mindedly to all of them, and noticed a file pressed against her chest. He blinked at it and simply stared until Janice's memory kicked in. "Oh, I'm sorry sir, the new arrival will be coming in today." Markus nodded very slowly and sarcastically and kept staring at the file folder. "They sent her file with the added information you asked for." She held out the file folder to him. Markus looked at her and then back at the folder, without making a move to take it.
"It's on paper, Janice."
"Yes, sir. It is." She bit her lip harder.
Markus rolled his eyes to the side and snatched the file out of her hands before waving her off with it. Being dismissed, Janice practically ran from his office. Stupid woman. Odd to think she used to be a wrath when she was here in the school, he had never gotten that vibe from her. He also had no intention of touching her either. She creeped him out too much. Funny, that. Someone creeping HIM out. Usually it was the other way around, but Markus couldn't help it. Her manerisms and such around him reminded him of a shrew. And not your loud mouthed Secret of Nimh shrew either. The timid, ugly shrew that cats enjoyed as snacks when the mice weren't very numerous. Thus, he wasn't touching her, unless it was to smack her around with an ugly stick for the sheer amusement.
He reached his desk and his big comfortable chair and flopped into it, carefully placing his cup on the coaster provided, and slamming the file down onto the table before precairiously shaking the mouse for his computer to wake up from it's slumber and flipping the file folder open. A picture of a girl with long dark hair casading carelessly about and brilliant blue eyes staring almost angrily at the photographer was the first thing under the clip holding it all together. He moved the picture and the clip over to the other side of the file with the picture facing down so it would not destract him. The only thing this file had was her school and adoption file, as they were things he apparently needed to be aware of. Right. No. He went into his most amazing database, made by the "man who sent him the electronics" as named by Janice, and typed in the girl's full name into the database with experienced fingers. Jezabella Carmen Knight Pretty name. Lets see what other things besides possible school fights you may have gotten into.
The first thing to pop up was her birth certificate, which wasn't really one, it was an orphanage created one. No parents, just a date and a place. Which was exactly the same place he was born. Interesting. Here. He flipped through the file and found her adoption papers. Now that was very interesting. Her adopted father had the same name as him. He'd have to make sure to mention his name, see the reaction. The orphanage also thought she was a mute. He doubted it. Many children just were very quiet when it came to being an orphan. He'd have to check to see if their suspicions were correct. He hoped not. Silent people would not do so well in the councillor sessions. Also, he didn't see any place else saying anything about being mute, so the people at the orphanage were probably incorrect. Orphanages never payed enough attention to children.
He looked at his watch, seeing she would arrive soon, and clicked on his camera to watch the front office so he could spot her before she came in. He then flipped back to the online reports and flipped through some useless information. He was taking a lazy sip of his tea when he hit a police report and practically spit it right back out. He swallowed quickly and then started to laugh hysterically, just as a girl came through the door of the front office and to Janice, smoking a cigarrette. This was Jezabella. He enlargened the camera to watch as she had her cigarrette snatched away by Janice, and stroked the girl's head on the screen with a finger.
"So you are Jezabella. Glad to see you survived that cliff." He chuckled to himself and took a proper sip of tea, and watched as Janice got up to come to him.
He made sure he was staring right at her when she came through the door, just to unsettle her nerves a bit. He did, as usual. She didn't know that he had a camera on her. She uncomfortably announced that the girl was here. He nodded and sipped his tea, watching the camera again and smiling in amusement. Oh, this girl was no angel that was for sure. He watched as she pulled money out of Janice's purse, which was in a stupid place, and got her cigarrette back. He shook his head, and stood, closing the file and thrusting it at Janice, tea in his other hand.
"I would like you to type that up and add it to the school file. I would like to be in the 21st century, not the dark ages like these people. Also send the girl in." He walked towards his meeting area off to the side of the room, more in front of the door and sank into an arm chair, making sure to look dignified. Before Janice made it to the door, he called her again, she turned carefully. "And just let her have it. You weren't smart enough to throw it out." He sipped his tea again and then waved her off again. Janice looked at him confusedly, then walked back out of his office. Markus did one less dignified looking check, and placed his tea on the table in front of him. He then relaxed and waited for Jezabella to grace him with her presence.
As he lazed in, he shook his tea around in his large mug, peering inside it and realizing he had very little left. Well, this would not do. He waved a little at his secretary, still staring into his cup with annoyed crinkle in his nose as he walked into his office, where his secretary would have already started his next pot of tea. Markus never drank coffee. It's not that he hated it, but he had heard an unfortunatly true rumor about it that made him hated. It would make him have to take viagra later in life. And that would just not do. Non-caffinated tea from here on end. The burning hot liquid hitting his tongue could be the thing to wake him up every morning. And the potential of getting a new student like he was supposed to today. Janice, his secretary, sat eagerly behind him while he poured his tea and took a big sip. Hm. Too much leaves this time. It was strong. Sugar needed. Janice shifted on her feet as Markus carefully measured and added sugar, and when his tea was perfect, Markus sighed contentedly and finally acknowledged her presence. In a manner.
"Speak." He said and turned to face her.
Janice bit her lip, which she seemed to only do when he was around. "Good morning sir, there's a letter on your desk from the school board, and a few bills from that field trip Risher sent his kids on. There's a couple letters from your aunt and your mother, and a weird feeling parcel on the left side from that friend of yours." Markus nodded absent mindedly to all of them, and noticed a file pressed against her chest. He blinked at it and simply stared until Janice's memory kicked in. "Oh, I'm sorry sir, the new arrival will be coming in today." Markus nodded very slowly and sarcastically and kept staring at the file folder. "They sent her file with the added information you asked for." She held out the file folder to him. Markus looked at her and then back at the folder, without making a move to take it.
"It's on paper, Janice."
"Yes, sir. It is." She bit her lip harder.
Markus rolled his eyes to the side and snatched the file out of her hands before waving her off with it. Being dismissed, Janice practically ran from his office. Stupid woman. Odd to think she used to be a wrath when she was here in the school, he had never gotten that vibe from her. He also had no intention of touching her either. She creeped him out too much. Funny, that. Someone creeping HIM out. Usually it was the other way around, but Markus couldn't help it. Her manerisms and such around him reminded him of a shrew. And not your loud mouthed Secret of Nimh shrew either. The timid, ugly shrew that cats enjoyed as snacks when the mice weren't very numerous. Thus, he wasn't touching her, unless it was to smack her around with an ugly stick for the sheer amusement.
He reached his desk and his big comfortable chair and flopped into it, carefully placing his cup on the coaster provided, and slamming the file down onto the table before precairiously shaking the mouse for his computer to wake up from it's slumber and flipping the file folder open. A picture of a girl with long dark hair casading carelessly about and brilliant blue eyes staring almost angrily at the photographer was the first thing under the clip holding it all together. He moved the picture and the clip over to the other side of the file with the picture facing down so it would not destract him. The only thing this file had was her school and adoption file, as they were things he apparently needed to be aware of. Right. No. He went into his most amazing database, made by the "man who sent him the electronics" as named by Janice, and typed in the girl's full name into the database with experienced fingers. Jezabella Carmen Knight Pretty name. Lets see what other things besides possible school fights you may have gotten into.
The first thing to pop up was her birth certificate, which wasn't really one, it was an orphanage created one. No parents, just a date and a place. Which was exactly the same place he was born. Interesting. Here. He flipped through the file and found her adoption papers. Now that was very interesting. Her adopted father had the same name as him. He'd have to make sure to mention his name, see the reaction. The orphanage also thought she was a mute. He doubted it. Many children just were very quiet when it came to being an orphan. He'd have to check to see if their suspicions were correct. He hoped not. Silent people would not do so well in the councillor sessions. Also, he didn't see any place else saying anything about being mute, so the people at the orphanage were probably incorrect. Orphanages never payed enough attention to children.
He looked at his watch, seeing she would arrive soon, and clicked on his camera to watch the front office so he could spot her before she came in. He then flipped back to the online reports and flipped through some useless information. He was taking a lazy sip of his tea when he hit a police report and practically spit it right back out. He swallowed quickly and then started to laugh hysterically, just as a girl came through the door of the front office and to Janice, smoking a cigarrette. This was Jezabella. He enlargened the camera to watch as she had her cigarrette snatched away by Janice, and stroked the girl's head on the screen with a finger.
"So you are Jezabella. Glad to see you survived that cliff." He chuckled to himself and took a proper sip of tea, and watched as Janice got up to come to him.
He made sure he was staring right at her when she came through the door, just to unsettle her nerves a bit. He did, as usual. She didn't know that he had a camera on her. She uncomfortably announced that the girl was here. He nodded and sipped his tea, watching the camera again and smiling in amusement. Oh, this girl was no angel that was for sure. He watched as she pulled money out of Janice's purse, which was in a stupid place, and got her cigarrette back. He shook his head, and stood, closing the file and thrusting it at Janice, tea in his other hand.
"I would like you to type that up and add it to the school file. I would like to be in the 21st century, not the dark ages like these people. Also send the girl in." He walked towards his meeting area off to the side of the room, more in front of the door and sank into an arm chair, making sure to look dignified. Before Janice made it to the door, he called her again, she turned carefully. "And just let her have it. You weren't smart enough to throw it out." He sipped his tea again and then waved her off again. Janice looked at him confusedly, then walked back out of his office. Markus did one less dignified looking check, and placed his tea on the table in front of him. He then relaxed and waited for Jezabella to grace him with her presence.
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