In Character
Name: Draco Malfoy
Nicknames:
Gender: Male
Year AND Age: 5th year
Preferred houses (state 2): Slytherin, Slytherin
Birthday - Month/Day/Year: June 5, 1980
Blood Status: Pure Blood
Race: Wizard
Height: 6'2
Hair: Pale, white blond
Eye color: Gray and cold
Build: Strong, not too skinny
Other distinguishing features: Pale, pointed face with fine bones. Harry suspects that Draco has the Dark Mark on his arm.
Personality: Draco is, in general, an arrogant, snide, elitist bully. He believes himself superior to most people because of his family’s pure-blood lineage as well as great wealth and social standing. He often derisively mockes Muggle-borns, so-called blood traitors, Gryffindor students, and anyone who is a supporter of Harry Potter or Albus Dumbledore. He frequently calls Hermione Granger a “Mudblood”, disrespects the memories of the late Lily Potter and Cedric Diggory, and invented the demeaning song Weasley is Our King to humiliate Ron Weasley.
Skills
- Occlumens
- Potions
- Non-verbal spells
- Spell-Mastery
- Quidditch
Weaknesses
- Pretty Girls
- Charms
- His Mother
- Transfiguration
- His Father
Likes
- Quidditch
- Dark Arts
- Himself
- Dueling
- Potions
Dislikes
- Transfiguration
- Muggle-Borns
- Half-Bloods
- Dark Lord
- His Father
Motto:
Family
Brutus Malfoy (ancestor)
Lucius Malfoy (father)
Narcissa Malfoy (mother)
Abraxas Malfoy (paternal grandfather)
Mrs. Malfoy (paternal grandmother)
Cygnus Black III (maternal grandfather)
Druella Black (maternal grandmother)
Bellatrix Lestrange (maternal aunt)
Andromeda Tonks (maternal aunt)
Rodolphus Lestrange (uncle)
Ted Tonks (uncle)
Nymphadora Tonks (cousin)
History(two paragraph or more):
Draco is the only child of Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy (née Black), who were both born into old, wealthy pure-blood families. Through his mother, Draco is a descendant of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black and the great-great-great grandson of Phineas Nigellus Black.[1] Both the Malfoys and the Blacks have traditionally been in Slytherin House for centuries, and strongly disapproved of any relatives who did not follow this tradition.
The Malfoys spoiled their son, giving him the best of everything as far as material possessions go. The only hand-me-down thing Draco has ever received would be the old family prejudice against Muggles, Muggle-borns, half-bloods, half-breeds, and blood traitors; in short, prejudice against anyone who is not a pure-blood witch or wizard, or anyone who supports these types of people.
Short Role play(one paragraph):
The sound of his black boots hitting the tiled ground filled the empty hall as he slowly crept by. Hanging on the wall was a sconce, the fire inside flickering weakly as the array of red and oranges moved with the still air. Inside his chest, his heart pounded, feeling as if it could burst without a moment’s notice. Chewing on his lip, Draco carried on; his feet growing what seemed to be heavier as the seconds past. Careful to keep his presence as unknown as possible, he stayed close to the wall, rather than wandering down the middle. If for any reason one of the prefects or professors chose to prowl through the dungeons, he might have a slim chance of hiding, if he ducked away behind one of the steel suits of armor.
Turning sharply around the corner, he pulled to a stop, glancing hastily over his shoulder. The thought that someone could be following him flashed through his mind, setting in a whole new variety of paranoia. His blue grey eyes grew wide as he stared off into the dark abyss, searching for some sort of life form. Even though it appeared as if it had just been his mind playing petty tricks on him, Draco wasn’t exactly eager to drag on without the reassurance he needed to set his mind at ease. Waiting for a few moments, he listened, shooting his head in different directions at the slightest of sounds. When nothing appeared, he let out a deep sigh of relief, resisting the urge to slide down to the floor, lecturing himself mentally about the repercussions of what he was about to do.
Forcing himself to continue, he walked forward, constantly jerking his head to the side as he investigated the unexplainable noises. Chalking it up to his imagination running wild each time, Malfoy hurried up the stairs. Dragging his hand along the railing, he stared down at his nimble fingers as they trembled, skimming over the fine wood. Why he was allowing himself to become fearful over this minor venture, not even he could answer. The idea of turning back had crossed his mind more than once on his way up the staircase, but he knew that he had to go on. His curiosity had once again got the best of him, as he had no intention of letting his fear take over. No, he would not return to the common room until he had done what he set out to do.
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