Post by Theron Malfoy on Dec 22, 2006 16:50:37 GMT -5
CHARACTER INFORMATION:[/B]
full name. THERON ABRAXAS MALFOY.
nickname(s). ERON.
birthday. 30th NOVEMBER.
age. SEVENTEEN.
gender. MALE.
bloodline. HALF-BLOOD (PUREBLOOD x MUGGLE-BORN).
school. HOGWARTS.
year. SEVENTH.
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CHARACTER BASICS:[/b]
appearance. At seventeen years old, Theron Malfoy stands at around 6’1”, give or take an inch. He is almost the spitting image of his father—‘almost’ in the sense that if he straightened his hair and performed a few minor face changing spells, he’d probably look like Draco’s twin. Unfortunately for anyone who desires him to look exactly like his father, he isn’t going to change himself any time soon and he has no wish to do so anyway.
He could be described as lean and slender in appearance, although this is simply due to the amount of exercise he does at home. Theron likes to himself as the fittest child out of his five other siblings, simply because he prides himself in also being the ‘best looking one’ and would like to keep up the belief that he is the favourite son of Draco. Underneath the mandatory school robes that he – and everyone else – is forced to wear, Theron is somewhat muscular—it depends on what your definition of ‘muscular’ is.
When I said that Theron is almost the spitting image of Draco, give or take a few differences, this also includes most of their facial features. He, like Draco, is naturally pale with blonde hair – albeit, it’s just a tad darker than his father’s – and cold eyes. True, his father typically has grey eyes, but Theron’s eyes are a cruel, unwavering blue. He has high cheekbones, giving off a nature of arrogance around him, and a complexion of sombreness about him, almost uncannily similar to that of his father’s.
If there is an outing to attend that does not require Theron to be in compulsory school robes, he will not hesitate to wear something a little more ‘him’. Outside of Hogwarts, the adolescent is happy to wear a plain black t-shirt with jeans and a jacket, or if it’s particularly cold, he’ll wear a turtleneck jumper (black, again, see a theme going on?) and jeans. Trainers are another favourite of Theron’s, and they’re usually black as well—but what can I say? He’s a Slytherin and he’s grown used to gloomy, depressing colours.
personality. Outgoing and boisterous, Theron enjoys being the centre of attention most of the time. He sees himself as the unannounced ‘King’ of the Slytherins, so to speak, and is perfectly happy to let others do his bidding for him. Cocky and often seen as arrogant, one could say that being Draco Malfoy’s son has gone to his head somewhat—but he’d say he’s only trying to uphold his father’s reputation (one that continues to flourish even after finishing Hogwarts, I must add).
Cruel and ambitious, the teenager will often get what he wants—through any means possible. He’s known to be a ‘filthy cheat’ when it comes to doing things – be it Quidditch or an assignment; he’ll do anything that he can get away with, sometimes pushing it to the limits. Fond of manipulating others and putting ‘guilt traps’ on people (teachers especially, or so it would seem), Theron enjoys getting his way with just about everything.
Theron is exceptionally quick to anger, or so it would seem. When riled up, he’s vicious with his wand and doesn’t think straight, acting rashly and without reason. Despite this, the Slytherin often comes across as calm and mild-mannered to teachers; yet when socializing with other students, it’s a different story. To his peers, Theron is an antagonistic, rotten seventh year—often a bully to muggleborns, regardless of his own mixed heritage.
He has a surprisingly quick wit, highly intelligent and with a razor-sharp tongue to match. A battle of insults with this Slytherin will usually result in him coming out on top by using a particularly nasty word directed at the other participant or a hex thrown at the other student in a fit of rage or for his own amusement. Theron gets bored of things easily, especially lessons and people, so he tends to kick members of his ‘crew’ out every week, or so it appears.
A fan of acting distant towards others, Theron despises the fact that he has siblings in other houses. If they were all in Slytherin, he’d be happy, but unfortunately, that isn’t the case. With a sister in Gryffindor (of all places, he often thinks, why Gryffindor?) and both another sister and a brother in Ravenclaw, the male believes that this seriously damages his reputation and regularly acts as if he doesn’t have any relatives in different houses.
Of course, this often means that he pointedly ignores three out of his five other siblings, but he could care less. To Theron, the only people worth socializing with are the ones in Slytherin, and this could be considered discrimination, but he doesn’t really give a toss. Proud of his house and undeniably arrogant, Theron is more like Draco than he often chooses to acknowledges, but really, he secretly enjoys being compared to his father in a good way.
history. Malfoy Manner, home of a long line of pureblooded and terribly esteemed Malfoys. The latest generation were… different, I suppose, starting with the two twins – Theron Malfoy and Evangeline Malfoy. They were both half bloods, their mother being a muggleborn and their father being a pureblood. This didn’t actually start to bother Theron until a few years later, so for the most part, his childhood was relatively… nice.
A year after his own birth, Theron had a little sister, ultimately named Karin. A year after her birth and he had a little brother to play role model to – Taber. Preferring to boss these two siblings around rather than spend time with his ‘peculiar’ twin (he saw her as strange because they differed in many ways, even at a young age), he took joy in controlling and demanding his younger brother and sister.
When he was three, there was another addition to the family—young Seth. Theron wrinkled his nose at his little brother and didn’t desire to add the boy to his ‘ranks’, as he’d called them, consisting of himself as the leader, then Karin and Taber as his ‘minions’. It became clear to him that Seth was more like his twin, Evangeline, as his brother continued to grow, and Theron decided to leave his sibling to bond with his sister.
At six years of age, Theron came to grips with another sibling. She was named Madigan and he stuck her with Evangeline and Seth instead of grouping her with himself and his two followers as soon as she was old enough to walk and such. Through manipulation, the boy had grouped Draco Malfoy’s children into two sections—his ‘right’ group and Evangeline’s ‘wrong’ group.
On his eleventh birthday, the boy – along with his twin – received an invite to Hogwarts. He accepted and travelled to Diagon Alley in order to get all his school equipment with the rest of the family. When the time came to spend his first year at Hogwarts, Theron did it with pride, determined not to miss his family or act like he needed them. The Sorting Hat ultimately separated himself from Evangeline and it was from that moment on that he distanced himself from her, both at school and at home.
When he was in his third year, it was to his glee that Karin and Taber were sorted into Slytherin alongside him. Once again, he dominated them and bossed them around, eventually leaving them alone after the annual feast at the beginning of the year, letting them find their own way around Hogwarts. Despite this and how he acted cold towards them, he did look out from them time-to-time.
As he went through each year at Hogwarts, Theron eventually established himself as the unofficial ‘King of Slytherin’. He was content with it; strutting around the school like he owned it—but imagine his displeasure when Seth was sorted into Ravenclaw and then Madigan was sorted into Gryffindor? Now with two siblings in his opposing house and one in what he called a ‘neutral’ house, Theron was most displeased.
Regardless of all this, the Slytherin had excelled in his studies from his first year, right up to seventh year, where he is now. Yep, that’s it—that’s his history for now.
hometown. LONDON, ENGLAND.
likes. There are various things that this Malfoy enjoys, and although I could list quite a few, I shall refrain and only tell you the things of most importance that he enjoys. These include some of the following: privacy (because, of course, every teenage boy needs his time alone), the female gender, insulting others (even though his mother frowns upon this), antagonizing others (again with his mother disapproving of this), being the centre of attention… and silence.
dislikes. Like everyone, Theron has his likes and his dislikes. I’ve covered what he enjoys and now it’s time to move on to what he doesn’t enjoy (to say the least). Out of various things, History of Magic is Theron’s most-hated subject. He finds it boring and, quite truthfully, pointless. The Slytherin doesn’t like being insulted or being ignored, either, and one famous pet peeve of his is people (especially teachers) that act exceptionally patronizing towards him.
goals. Theron plus goals equals… nothing? I suppose you could say that Theron doesn’t have any goals, as such. He’s a Slytherin ‘extremist’, firmly believing that his house is the best and such, so he’s bent on making Slytherin the best house. That’s one goal—another for him is that he’d quite like to become a professional potion-maker, or something to do with the ability to choose between saving a person’s life and killing them. Other than that, he doesn’t have any other goals worth listing.
dreams. Everyone has dreams, and Theron is no exception. He’s an incredibly ambitious person, and one of his most well known dreams is to become a famous Quidditch player or work in the Ministry. Either way, the boy’s aspirations are mainly based around fame—oh, and he’d quite like to continue the Malfoy legacy with a family of his own… some time in the far-off future.
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FAMILY TREE:[/b]
parents. DRACO MALFOY, SOPHRONIA (CARRINGTON) MALFOY.
siblings. EVANGELINE MALFOY (RAVENCLAW), KARIN MALFOY (SLYTHERIN), TABER MALFOY (SLYTHERIN), SETH MALFOY (RAVENCLAW), MADIGAN MALFOY (GRYFFINDOR).
pets. AN EAGLE OWL – HADES.
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sample. (Taken from Trimagic, where I play Fred Weasley.)
Hogwarts was in his blood. Impulsive and spontaneous, with such a calling withering away in his veins, it was difficult for a certain Weasley to ignore the fact that a particular school had been void of chaos for some time. That being said, he and his sibling were the original pranksters—the Dynamic Duo—the ones that harassed and irritated any teacher they liked and got away with it.
Okay, so they hadn’t escaped freely every single time; there had been the odd moment where Filch had caught them or he’d found ‘evidence’ against them and taken to it to his good friend Severus, but letting those events slide, they’d remained – for the most part – a legend. Dungbombs in the dungeons, flooding corridors, hexing unaware Slytherins—you name it, they’d done it, and it was things like this that he missed the most.
True, running one’s own shop with an identical brother did have its pros and cons, but after a while, it got boring. Saying that, he took back the thought for a moment—it wasn’t boring (as such), it just lacked the ‘oomph’ that parading around Hogwarts with the ability to turn someone into a human-chicken hybrid had provided him with. It wasn’t the same as knowing that all the first years were scared of you because they thought that, with one look, you could turn their tongues into living snakes.
Fred Weasley sighed softly, the hint of a smile on his face as he pulled back the hood on his cloak and examined the Quidditch Pitch. Ah—such memories were here, including his personal favourite: the estranged bludger. That match had been a memorable one to say the least, along with many others, especially the matches where he’d played a part in beating Slytherin. Those were the days… being a carefree student of Hogwarts and only thinking about what ingenious joke to try next—he missed them, if he was honest.
He grinned to himself, climbing down from where he’d been sitting in the stands and making his way onto the pitch. The feeling that surfed through him when his feet touched the grass made his grin widen slightly, ambling towards one of the goalposts and wrapping a hand around it with affection. An idea sparked off in Fred’s head, and he shot a daring look towards where the brooms were kept, eyes alive with a mysterious air that could only mean one thing: he was up to something.
That being said, what Fred Weasley was about to do was not a ‘bad’ thing – oh, no. It was for a good cause—after all, he hadn’t gone to all the trouble of charming the witch behind the counter at Honeydukes just to let him into the storeroom and then to leave him alone so he could sneak through the secret passageway into Hogwarts for nothing, had he? The daring light in his eyes had yet to be distinguished, and the redhead walked slowly towards the broom shed, pulling his wand from his pocket.
“Alohamora,” he muttered softly, tapping his wand against the doorknob of the shed and waiting a few seconds. The sound of a lock turning reached his ears and he grinned to himself again, opening the door before glancing around and stepping into the confines of the hut. Brooms were stacked up on every side of the room and Fred rubbed his hands together eagerly, browsing through each broom before picking one that was to his liking: a Nimbus 1000.
Strolling out back onto the pitch and quite unafraid of anyone spotting him, the nineteen-year-old mounted the broom with ease and began a leisurely circle around the goalposts. He could easily recall the matches he’d played with Oliver Wood in goal and watching the Chasers go after the quaffles whilst he had to keep an open eye for bludgers. It was all good fun, and with a content sigh, Fred picked up the pace of his flying.
He imagined that he had a bat in his hand, remembering the feel of it easily and adjusted his arm accordingly, evening himself out with the weight of the imaginary object. Performing a few neat swerves and then hitting a non-existent bludger away from himself, Fred became lost in the well-missed game of Quidditch. Granted, he hadn’t played a professional game since before Dolores Umbridge had banned both he and his brother—so he was allowed to miss it, right?[/font][/size][/blockquote]