Post by draco phoenix malfoy on Aug 19, 2010 16:06:41 GMT -5
"HEY, LOOK OVER THERE! ISN'T THAT DRACO PHEONIX MALFOY
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Credit to above image belongs to lenalena of caution 2.0
Who says I can't be free from what I use to be
Rewrite my history
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ALL ABOUT ... THE CHARRIE.
hey, my name is scrappy. but that's not important, we're here to talk about draco pheonix malfoy who is sixteen! basically he comes from whiltshire and is a proud gryffindor they are their sixth year surprising, yes? he is good. I think that's it! read on for everything else!
appearance
face Long and pale, Draco's face is generally filled with laughter. His eyes are a very light blue-grey, with a twinkle in them. His nose is long and thin, stretching down his face. His skin is normal, although maybe a little pale and his cheeks have a healthy flush that probably comes from spending a lit of time outside when he was younger. His hair is shaggy and extremely pale white, and it hangs into his eyes.
The oddest part of Draco's face is he scar on the left hand side of his chin. It seems to be a crescent moon, and it curves around almost to touch his mouth. This scar is usually what catches the attention I'd whoever is looking at him. Then you see their ryes widen, their mouth gape, and you can almost see the story ticking in their head. Draco, as a baby, was cornered by Dumbledore. He killed his father, killed his mother, then turned to him. And then, when he fired the killing spell at Draco, the spell backfired onto him.
body type Draco is very tall, with broad shoulders and skinny limbs, with muscles wired behind them. He stands six feet tall even at a young age. He is about 175 pounds. His build is perfect for a seeker.
looks like tom felton
personality
personality Draco is easy going, and strives to please people. He is out-going and kind- generally the one to reach out and start up a conversation. He loses his temper easily, however, and will always stands up for what he believes to be right, no matter the consequence. He also believes what he thinks to be right, and is a good debater. It will take a good argument to convince him.
The sixth year is very brave, and can be rash. He will jump right into things, and will always be the first to act. Draco is a proud Gryffindor, and has all the traits of what it takes. He isn't afraid of being judged for who he is.
likes
-Being told he looks just like his father
-Rain storms, especially ones with thunder and lightning
-Hogsmeade trips
-Banquets
-Christmas
-Friends
-Hogwarts
-Walks around the grounds
-Runninf
dislikes
-Pureblood elitists
-Dumbledore
-Being parentless
-Stereotypes
-Liars
-Being parentless
-Homework
strengths
-Spellwork
-Charms
-Potions
-Flying
-Running
weaknesses
-Ancient Runes
-Being too trusting
-Loses his head easily
-Doesn't think before he acts
history
history Draco's story is known to many. He started out life to Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy. One night, in their home, the dog started barking. This dog, a white German Sheperd, was just a puppy that had been purchased for Draco's first birthday just a month before. His name had been Phantom, as his ghostly white coat. Phantom often barked, but today the terror in his big blue eyes was imminent. He was howling like never before. Lucius had gone out onto the balcony of the room that they abided, and had yelled back for Narcissa to take Draco and run.
Albus Dumbledore was here. With a smirk on his face, the Dark Lord entered the room. Lucius was in front of the door, and with a cast if the Elder Wand, he fell, dead. Narcissa clutched her baby boy to her chest, screaming and pleading for Dumbledore to kill her, but spare the baby. The Dark Lord offered to spare her instead. She refused and she killed her. Then, turning on the baby, he prepared to cast the final spell. But it blasted back on him, and he fled into an almost dead state. Phantom cane over to the terrified Draco, and began to lick the blood that fell from his face.
And then Bellatrix came. She took in Draco, and he lives with her and her husband, Tom Riddle. During the summer, he stays in the castle with them. He wanders around the corridors, wishing he has a friend to stay there with him. He also has another dog, as Phantom died five years ago, of old age. A wave of pain came over him, and he spent the summer in depression. Phantom had, it seemed to him, been the only connection to his dead parents. But Riddle, his adopted father, opened his eyes to reality. Still, he swore never again to get another dog. Until that day when the Sheepdog started to follow him. She really wouldn't leave him alone. He had been staying at the Leaky Cauldron for a week, and at the end of his trip he had fallen in love, taken her home, and named her Jezabel. During the school year she stays with the caretaker. He also has a barn owl named Moon.
about you
explain I'm Scrappy. I've been roleplaying for four years, but about two months on invisionfree and proboards. I'm fourteen.
how you found us the plot on caution? jam and I were going to use it, but we found out you already had
roleplay sample
The bowling alley was busy. Really, really busy. Every lane was full, and there was even a long line for the snack bar that sold only the greasiest of food. Mike ate it every day. As a group cleared out from lane four, a haggled looking lady came in, followed by a group of a dozen or so girls. The woman came up to the counter, quickly did a head count, and said to Mike, "Lane four, reserved for Smith. I need twelve pairs of bowling shoes and bumpers." She slid the appropriate amount of money across the counter, and the senior gave her the change, slipping in an extra five dollar bill in the bunch. Once he had dished out shoes and switched the colors around until all the girls were happy, he watched them walk away.
Digging around in his pocket, Mike stuck five bucks into the register. His boss was very money aware, and wouldn’t stand to lose even the smallest amount of money. Looking around the bowling alley, Mike’s eyes caught a couple. The boy was helping his date (a girl from the Cheerios) learn to bowl, and she was smiling up at him. He wondered who the guy was- Mike didn’t recognize him from McKinley. The couple seemed to be having fun, while Mike was stuck behind this counter spraying used shoes with air freshener, which really did nothing.
Turning back to the shoes that the party at lane four had returned, he started to systematically spray them. Mike didn’t need this job- actually, when he had told his parents he was going to apply, they offered to just raise his allowance- ten dollars a week if he did his chores to twenty. He refused, telling them he wanted to work and save up for a car. The next week a shiny new Audi A8 was sitting in the driveway, it’s black coat gleaming in the sun. He still insisted on getting the job- he wanted to, he told them.
Why? Well, Mike and a few friends had come bowling over the summer. They had played a good game, Mike had lost, but he didn’t care. It was fun! He was never one for bowling, but he loved to hang out wherever it was. After they had bowled their hearts out, they had been gnawing on the rubbery cheese pizza, Mike’s eye had caught the pretty girl behind the counter. He looked over at her, and had blushed and turned away when she looked back. After asking around, he had learned that she was a senior, too, and would be attending McKinley in the fall. When they had left, Mike had noticed a small hiring sign on the door, and made the rash decision to pick up an application.
So now, here he was, spraying used shoes and helping little girls tie their shoes. He sighed, and checked to see who would join him to work in a couple minutes. He scanned the list until he found the date. ‘Lorelai Anchors’ was listed next to his name. A grin spread across his face, and he began to spray the shoes with a bit more energy.
Digging around in his pocket, Mike stuck five bucks into the register. His boss was very money aware, and wouldn’t stand to lose even the smallest amount of money. Looking around the bowling alley, Mike’s eyes caught a couple. The boy was helping his date (a girl from the Cheerios) learn to bowl, and she was smiling up at him. He wondered who the guy was- Mike didn’t recognize him from McKinley. The couple seemed to be having fun, while Mike was stuck behind this counter spraying used shoes with air freshener, which really did nothing.
Turning back to the shoes that the party at lane four had returned, he started to systematically spray them. Mike didn’t need this job- actually, when he had told his parents he was going to apply, they offered to just raise his allowance- ten dollars a week if he did his chores to twenty. He refused, telling them he wanted to work and save up for a car. The next week a shiny new Audi A8 was sitting in the driveway, it’s black coat gleaming in the sun. He still insisted on getting the job- he wanted to, he told them.
Why? Well, Mike and a few friends had come bowling over the summer. They had played a good game, Mike had lost, but he didn’t care. It was fun! He was never one for bowling, but he loved to hang out wherever it was. After they had bowled their hearts out, they had been gnawing on the rubbery cheese pizza, Mike’s eye had caught the pretty girl behind the counter. He looked over at her, and had blushed and turned away when she looked back. After asking around, he had learned that she was a senior, too, and would be attending McKinley in the fall. When they had left, Mike had noticed a small hiring sign on the door, and made the rash decision to pick up an application.
So now, here he was, spraying used shoes and helping little girls tie their shoes. He sighed, and checked to see who would join him to work in a couple minutes. He scanned the list until he found the date. ‘Lorelai Anchors’ was listed next to his name. A grin spread across his face, and he began to spray the shoes with a bit more energy.
