Draco holds a hair-trigger temper, easily flared up with mocking him and his family and position. However, he is getting better at not lashing out... at least not first. He is also becoming more adept at thinking before speaking. Less inclined to hand out insults like they were free candies. He's slowly becoming a true adult, and gaining the control over his rash actions in the process. However, this is a work in progress, and this is only the beginning, his control isn't anywhere near perfect.
Another thing about Draco, is his cold and aloof like attitude. Haughty and arrogant. It is all he knows. The expression of honest emotion is not something he knows and is comfortable with above showing anger. So his affectionate gestures are always reserved, especially in public. Even in his sexual encounters, with how knowledgeable and precise in giving pleasure he is... he still holds back from completely enjoyment himself. Stressed easily, his only real escape comes in the form of making potions. Taught by his mentor, they are his passion.
Abilities: Magic. Draco is a wizard and with his wand he can perform magic. Draco is also skilled at making Potions, though he does not have a Mastery in it. Draco has also learned various dark spells from his father, then later through his involvement as a Death Eater.
First Person: [Draco has experienced much in his eighteen years of life. A lot of things he rather have never experienced in any shape or form, thank you very much. However this was a first. Kidnapped. He was kidnapped and then dumped. This makes Draco purse his lips as he gripped his wand tightly. Then he notices something different. His pocket heavier than it should be.
He reaches in and pulls out a watch. He turns it this way and that, opening it, testing it visually before casting diagnostic spells on it; basic spells any teen worth their salt at Hogwarts could learn to cast. Still, best to be safe. While fiddling with it he unwittingly activates a video feed. A thin, angular face can be seen, clean-shaven with pale blond hair brushing down past the tops of his ears - much longer than was his usual, but then he's been busy.]
Bloody hell, can't even tell the time.
[Then the feed cuts off after some more rustling is heard. Draco puts it back into his pocket and looks around as he leaves the train behind him. This was going to be annoying, kidnapped by incompetents who couldn't even remove his wand.]
{ [CANON] Draco Malfoy || Harry Potter || reserve || 2 of 3 }
Another thing about Draco, is his cold and aloof like attitude. Haughty and arrogant. It is all he knows. The expression of honest emotion is not something he knows and is comfortable with above showing anger. So his affectionate gestures are always reserved, especially in public. Even in his sexual encounters, with how knowledgeable and precise in giving pleasure he is... he still holds back from completely enjoyment himself. Stressed easily, his only real escape comes in the form of making potions. Taught by his mentor, they are his passion.
Background: See Here.
Abilities: Magic. Draco is a wizard and with his wand he can perform magic. Draco is also skilled at making Potions, though he does not have a Mastery in it. Draco has also learned various dark spells from his father, then later through his involvement as a Death Eater.
First Person: [Draco has experienced much in his eighteen years of life. A lot of things he rather have never experienced in any shape or form, thank you very much. However this was a first. Kidnapped. He was kidnapped and then dumped. This makes Draco purse his lips as he gripped his wand tightly. Then he notices something different. His pocket heavier than it should be.
He reaches in and pulls out a watch. He turns it this way and that, opening it, testing it visually before casting diagnostic spells on it; basic spells any teen worth their salt at Hogwarts could learn to cast. Still, best to be safe. While fiddling with it he unwittingly activates a video feed. A thin, angular face can be seen, clean-shaven with pale blond hair brushing down past the tops of his ears - much longer than was his usual, but then he's been busy.]
Bloody hell, can't even tell the time.
[Then the feed cuts off after some more rustling is heard. Draco puts it back into his pocket and looks around as he leaves the train behind him. This was going to be annoying, kidnapped by incompetents who couldn't even remove his wand.]