PLAYER Name: Ashley Age: 25+ Personal Journal: !notyourparade E-mail: thedarkcdjemail@gmail.com AIM/MSN/etc: notyourparade (aim), notyourparade (plurk)
CHARACTER Name: Draco Malfoy Canon: Harry Potter Age: 18 Timeline: Post-war, 2 months after it ended. If playing another character from the same canon, how will you deal with this?: n/a
Personality: Draco Malfoy is a product of his raising and his environment. The son of a well-to-do, long standing family of wealth in the Wizarding World, he was raised as one would expect nobility to be. Drilled in protocol and etiquette since his early youth, Draco is never lost in any social situation. This also lends itself to his mask of superiority. It is his defense mechanism, one taught to him by his father, and one he will likely never be rid of. It was his saving grace many a time, and deeply ingrained habits like these never truly fade away or break.
Beneath his mask of superiority is a young man who cares deeply when his trust and loyalty are given, though that is a rarity. And contrary to popular belief, he does hold a firm grasp of ethics, and knows when things go too far. This may not have always been so in his youth, as he followed along behind his father blindly, but the war did much to open his eyes.
Draco went from being the vain, pompous git of Slytherin in school, to quickly being changed in the unprotected world of Reality. Being as he entered into the Death Eaters in his final years at school, Draco was immersed into the darker, seedier side of the war. The ‘good’ people may have seen atrocities, but it was nothing like what he witnessed and went through. There was no choice in the matter, it was do as you were told or become a broken puppet, since really death would have been a blessing. This means Draco has more than a few skeletons in his closet. He suffers from occasional night terrors and insomnia, and more often than not when he’s lost in thoughts he gets a look of anger on his face or looks as if at any moment he’ll break under the sheer weight of them.
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Name: Ashley
Age: 25+
Personal Journal: !notyourparade
E-mail: thedarkcdjemail@gmail.com
AIM/MSN/etc: notyourparade (aim), notyourparade (plurk)
CHARACTER
Name: Draco Malfoy
Canon: Harry Potter
Age: 18
Timeline: Post-war, 2 months after it ended.
If playing another character from the same canon, how will you deal with this?: n/a
Personality: Draco Malfoy is a product of his raising and his environment. The son of a well-to-do, long standing family of wealth in the Wizarding World, he was raised as one would expect nobility to be. Drilled in protocol and etiquette since his early youth, Draco is never lost in any social situation. This also lends itself to his mask of superiority. It is his defense mechanism, one taught to him by his father, and one he will likely never be rid of. It was his saving grace many a time, and deeply ingrained habits like these never truly fade away or break.
Beneath his mask of superiority is a young man who cares deeply when his trust and loyalty are given, though that is a rarity. And contrary to popular belief, he does hold a firm grasp of ethics, and knows when things go too far. This may not have always been so in his youth, as he followed along behind his father blindly, but the war did much to open his eyes.
Draco went from being the vain, pompous git of Slytherin in school, to quickly being changed in the unprotected world of Reality. Being as he entered into the Death Eaters in his final years at school, Draco was immersed into the darker, seedier side of the war. The ‘good’ people may have seen atrocities, but it was nothing like what he witnessed and went through. There was no choice in the matter, it was do as you were told or become a broken puppet, since really death would have been a blessing. This means Draco has more than a few skeletons in his closet. He suffers from occasional night terrors and insomnia, and more often than not when he’s lost in thoughts he gets a look of anger on his face or looks as if at any moment he’ll break under the sheer weight of them.