lucius abraxas malfoy

Lucius Abraxas Malfoy

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Age: 18
RP Experience: 8 years
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Character's Full Name: Lucius Abraxas Malfoy
Nicknames: 'Malfoy' as a term of endearment and attempt at insult. Any other cutesy names are left under wraps and used with fervent discretion.
Age: 17 - about to turn 18
Year: seventh
Canon or Original: canon
House: slytherin
Birthday: October 24th, 1954
Sexual Orientation: heterosexual
Blood Status: pureblood

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Play By: Boyd Holbrook
Appearance: As said on multiple occasions by any nosy socialite, he did almost look just like his father. He has his father’s cheekbones, his pointed chin, his stern and prominent jaw line and perfectly sized forehead. His skin is a porcelain color that was thriving and healthy due to the amount of water he drinks on a daily basis, not to mention exercise. In fact, many wonder what quality did not belong to Lucius’s father. Even the rich, silky, platinum blonde locks were inherited.

Starting on that bountiful head of his, his hair literally looks like shredded silk, tapered into short, but defining layers. The only sign to signify that he didn’t have some Persian dress on his head would be the soft crinkles and waves that formed from time to time when dampened or unmaintained. Currently it is layered so that it falls before his forehead just short of his brow, layered to about the lobes of his ears.

Following to the tips of his hair, a dark, thick brow gently humps over his eyes. Ah yes, his eyes. They are a soft pewter color with flecks of blue and perhaps a tad bit of a green if one looks close enough. But it isn’t the color that makes them so different, it is the shape. Unlike his father and grandfather, who both have narrow eyes his are a round-almond shape, and big too, capable of holding much expression, depending on what he would like to convey. Between his twin irises is also a sloping nose; another trait that wasn’t completely taken from his father. Abraxas’s nosed is pinched and aristocratic, Lucius’s however, though aristocratic, is not quite as pinched and it’s slope is more noticeable. It is not too big, though, which keeps Lucius’s face proportionally sound.

If he were to ever to have his clothes off before you, you’d see very broad shoulders and a long neck. His arms are not too bulky, but they aren’t thin and frail either. Down to his wrists are two very large, well-crafted, masculine hands that he works at to keep soft despite the callings of quidditch; he is son to propriety, after all. Going back to his core, you’d see a square chest with perfectly formed lines and no scars to be seen, despite his rather wreck-loose stunts. If he turned around, down his back you’d see very much the same perfectly symmetrical lines. On his shoulder blade you may or may not notice the scar line that had healed over a once deep cut. One can not distinctly feel it and he doesn’t exactly pride himself on the sole imperfection, but it is there and perhaps if you are ever in good light you may see it.

Turning around once more, you follow the line made by the muscles of his torso, and very delicate lines they are. They aren't bulging mounds lining down his body, but slender and lithe dips that detail a very athletic build. It one touched you’d feel the slight bumps his muscles created, but nothing profoundly bulging off his torso. Lucius's utterly flat upper body stops short with two sinewy lines leading to his …Ahem, legs.

Now they are a piece of work. They are beautifully sculpted with creative lines that run down his the length of his appendages, honed muscle any artists would love to draw. A couple of almost non-existent scars are on his knees, but who hasn’t procured at least one - if they did have something akin to a healthy childhood? All the way to his ankles even to his narrow, nicely lined feet (if feet could look attractive) is a work of art. It would be appropriate to quote Shakespeare and say that overall Lucius Malfoy is a man of wax, in multiple ways.

But, I bid you to stop visualizing the naked Malfoy and picture him with his clothes back on. Through the years, he has had quite a few styles, all of which were changed and tweaked to fit Lucius and Lucius alone. Copying him would prove rather difficult. A maid of the Malfoy Manor always commented how Lucius seemed to grow out of clothes every month, and that was practically true. He didn’t just have one or two spurts in his life, but was constantly in a state of growing. It didn’t seem to bother him too much, that meant that almost every month he could try something else new. With this fashion freedom, however, it is a know fact that Lucuis always dresses in a sharp, conservative, and well-put together manner following the dictations of a good reputation and surface value. One would be so lucky to catch him in a tee shirt and lounge pants.

Likes: subtlety, all aspects of water (rain, ocean, etc), history of magic, potions, cleanliness and hygiene, nature, fresh linen sheets, anything that's soft that he can touch, quidditch, his family and name, chocolate, papaya juice, classical music/opera, good perfume, flashy/hypnotic/captivating spells, his home and family, physical fitness, secrets.
Dislike: Cages/confined spaces, Divination, adolescent mannerisms, bad gossip about himself, stigmas, poor etiquette/dirtiness, blemishes, a scar he acquired in his youth – a prominent exterior flaw, blatancy, getting caught or revealed, and far too many things to list.
Strengths: Cunning, Manipulation, Intimidation, Flying / Quidditch, Potions, complicated/dark spells, Influence, Power (physical/mental/influence), Reflexes, Public Speaking, Physical Fitness, Name and Family, research and knowledge in dark arts and their defenses, occlumency, emotional detachment, reflexes, public speaking, self-preservation
Weaknesses: vanity, snootiness, astronomy, good perfume, sweets, pride, unerring devotion
Boggart: Unicorns in it’s most glorious state – shimmery, glowing, healthy – otherwise at it’s most tempting and striking. With the riddikulus charm it turns into a shriveled cow.
Patronus: snow leopard that slinks in a defensive position
Personality:
[»] Contradictory: Lucius Malfoy as a person is contradictory by nature in many aspects. Quite often the devil’s advocate and most opinionated person in the room, he sees no qualm in stating his beliefs and shutting down the rebuttals of others with singularly-lined quips. But aside from his general personality to contradict whomever or whatever displeases him, by birth he’s been contradictory in actual personality traits. To some, this could be seen as hypocritical at times, or merely just odd, but somehow, in some way, he’s managed to portray seemingly opposite traits, sometimes in the same breath. He’s a walking, living, breathing paradox that one should stray from - in stating this it will become easier to find the realism in the fantastical opposites found in Lucuis.
[»] Passionate and Driven: It could not be denied that the boy has aspirations and the drive to execute them. This passion controls, if not overwhelms, his entire life, giving him the edge over the mediocre or undecided. Once his mind is set, he pursues and is hard to turn down or away. This drive makes him more than annoying at times, if not more unbearable than his personality alone. But he has yet to be thwarted, the enthusiasm and confidence of youth has yet to wane, even as no grand success has yet to reveal itself to the young blonde. Obsession, too, is another traitorous quality he finds difficult to overcome, as the ardor of want is poisonous; and yet he drinks from it as if medicine.
[»] Ambitious and Manipulative: Ambition greatly ties with his superfluous amount of fervor. In small doses it is deemed praise-worthy, if not enviable, by most, but what he does for the cause of sating his own desires brings forth the horrible, yet honed trait of manipulation. The word on it’s own makes one think of deviousness and deceit, but for Lucius it is a tool and one that he uses often.
[»] Introverted Socialite: Here is one of the many big contradictions known to Lucius's person. He was born wealthy and privileged and as such knows how to speak and speak well. Still, an air of thoughtful quietness overwhelms his aura, even when in a crowded room. What is on his mind is almost never painted on his face before a mass of people, and he does get by in saying the most concise phrases that get to the point and yet not clipped. Cutting down to the contemplative side of Lucius is a mean trick to any who want to try, as his front is hard to slip through, and probably less pleasing than his outward façade.
[»] Jealous and ‘Mean’: It can not be helped, just as people breathe, Lucius is by general standards ‘mean’. Sarcasm his one of his main tools of conversation, matched with his opinions one would have to have a tough skin to survive a conversation with him. Jealousy is another trait that plagues him, though this is one trait he wished he did not have. It is part of his whole obsessively addictive ways, what he doesn’t have he wants, and is envious of any who have what he craves. While not up front with this vice, it certainly molds how he treats people in a social situation.
[»] Quirky and Stoic: No one is without their oddities, as it is what makes them human, Lucuis is surprisingly no exception. Many of his quirks include his contradicting personality, his eating habits, sensitivity to his surroundings (a surprise, seeing as he comes off as brash and narrowly-minded). He adores very peculiar things like classical music, water, and nature, despite being an obviously civilized and sharp character. These likes and quirks are hidden, however, by a stoic air, comparable to the Hellenistic, marble sculptures of Gods and deities that are such a cornerstone in Italian history. These holier-than-thou airs are also not very well received.
[»] Extremist and Underhanded: Unsurprisingly (in recognition to all the above stated traits), Lucius is rather extreme in whatever he does, always. He is neither flippant, fair-weathered, nor passive in aspects pertaining to his true self. This perpetually large quality stays in the shade, however, as his front gives off nothing else but indifference or carelessness. What he wants, needs, and desires stays inside, which would ultimately make him an underhanded fake and a liar of sorts. He does not formulate an opposing exterior for the sake of protection, rather self-preservation and the strange affection he has towards secrets.
[»] Athletic and Competitive: For such a driven and persevering person, of course he uses these traits to fuel acts of physical exertion. He loves sports as winning, pushing himself to the brink, and sculpting his figure are all things he admires and strives for. Competition, of course, is one of the things that keeps him breathing so imperiously and so long as there is a challenge he shall pursue, as one of his fervent dislikes is boredom or the mundane.
[»] Poised and Wanton: Collected. Sharp. Put together. All these words and phrases could describe him adequately. He always likes control, and henceforth exudes that very air, even though it comes off as arrogant. He never reveals too much in his words or visage, but always says just enough for the sake of intrigue and mystery, just as his noble upbringing has dictated. Even so, he manages to get away with whatever he wants whenever he wants, having a serious disregard for authority, rules, or societal principles (though the juicy details will remain a pleasant secret). How he manages to be so collected and yet a wreck-loose is a wonder in itself, but if anyone could pull it off, it would be Lucius Malfoy.
[»] Emotionally Void: He does not trust, nor is he a particularly trustworthy. He doesn’t fully relinquish himself to anyone without a great amount of respect and esteem for the person, which is hard to come by, seeing as he is a rather repulsive person. He remains a stoic passerby on the stage of life, remaining more to himself than seeking friendship, companionship, or love. There are few traits that are admirable, at least not from a basic level. He remains recluse and mostly to himself, hollowed to a shell, or as Shakespeare wrote: ‘a man of wax’.

Father: Abraxas Malfoy
Mother: Not too sure
Siblings: n/a
Other Family: purebloods to put generally, though no seen ties to the Blacks for at least three generations.
History: “Oh, he looks just like his father.”

He’s been hearing that phrase since he took his first breath, and they weren’t lying either. They also foretold that he will always have a big head, though in time (thankfully), not literally. It was in those moments between being born and getting cleaned up that the last and only connection between he and his mother was cut off at his navel. After that, she was just another character cooing at him in the background. Now most children have blue eyes when they are born and take to their actual hues within the weeks, months, and years. It was the same for the Malfoy son. When he had finally opened his very large, round eyes, they were a magnificent, magnetic blue color, not exactly the same color as his father’s nearly translucent gray color, but nevertheless, Abraxas did not seem upset to finally having a son to carry the name. Born just in time for the month of the Scorpio, Lucius Abraxas Malfoy on the 24th of October in 1954.

Life was rather hectic at Malfoy Manor with the little inheritor in their midst. Nannies and Lucretia all tried to keep up, but he was indeed a handful. From the cradle, Lucius adored attention. Whenever friends of the family came over he cooed and giggled as their entertainment, and when left alone too long, he would take a vow of silence for attention. For a while he was confined to the baby room, but it just got too small by the time he was two.

By then he could walk and constantly loved to prove it. White blonde, wavy pieces of hair sat on top of his head, bountiful and thick. He enjoyed being outside immensely and would often go wandering over the green grounds or go with his father through the mazes of their massive gardens. It was there that he learned his first word. His eyes were then dulling to a soft, but deep gray, more like his father’s, but of a richer hue. It was during the late summer that he watched a frog leap into a small, man-made pond in the gardens did he croak ‘frog’ (pronounced ‘fwog’) quite loudly. Not exactly the cutest word to resound. Nevertheless, everyone had a hay day about that for a while, laughing and applauding every time little Lucuis said ‘frog’ much like a real croak of an amphibian.

Now getting older, it was true to say that he suffered the case of ‘terrible twos’ until he was five. He had an immense amount of energy and Lucius caused havoc. Not to say he was purposely a heathen, though that seemed to be the case. In fact he was just curious, vigorous, and adventurous all at once, not to mention completely hyper all the time. Accidents happen, but he was indeed something entertaining to watch and follow after rather than constantly discipline. It was quite early in life when Lucius wanted to take a stab at flying (mostly without a broom) and his father or the nearest maid had to step in, therefore only left a few incidents of bruised faces (not mentioning the great presents of broom equipment by age seven). Despite his alluring nature, he didn’t make friends well. In fact, he became a little monster when set with people who he wasn’t related to or instintively didn't like. There were the exceptions, but other than that, he either caused mischief by himself, or he toddled around his family.

Getting older, and after more cases of ‘falling’ out of windows (thankfully with brooms now), it was time to broaden his space further, seeing as he knew every nook, cranny, and hole in his house and all outdoors. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry seemed like the next place to go. In this transitional period Lucius was taught the values of his forefathers, the concepts of tradition and pride instilled in his mind and relished upon forever. Abraxas taught Lucius much about a 'dieing era' and 'the last of the purebloods' - not exactly the warmest bedtime stories; in fact, they were actually quite frightening to think about. Lucius mentally devoted himself to the cause of keeping the rich and bountiful history of witches and wizards alive, not mentioning his desire to keep the secret society under wraps from the wasteful and superfluous muggle world. All these developed values were brought with him to Hogwarts.

During that year he was completely and utterly alone. Very few remember this point in time in Lucius’s life, but when first coming into Hogwarts, many saw him as a 'loner'. He was constantly doing singular activities, assuredly keeping people (strangers in his eyes) away and didn’t make any friends. Many actually thought him really weird because his eyes seemed far too big for his face, not also mentioning his lips which were extremely full, especially for a male. Besides, he also had an obsession with Papaya juice and chocolate that nobody seemed to understand. All his quirks that were understood, even well-received at home were solidified as weirdness with Lucius's strange aura of foreboding soberness, a trait not common in an eleven year old. Many thought that the Malfoy son would lead the life of a loner - an outcast. Oh, how wrong they were.

By his second and third year he was one of the tallest of his year. He grew up into a lanky form, though his face seemed to grow and blend a bit better together with the help of hormones. It was his personality that attracted the most attention, however, because after first year jitters, he grew a taste for defiance, which was well heard in class the simplest, quiet words and visionary expressions. After a few detentions with the same old people, you start up conversations, and from there, people to talk to outside the detention room. By the end of his third year he also filled out substantially due to quidditch, which also helped a bit with his notarization.

It was his fourth year that some major changes occurred, with help of adolescence. He thrived, his skin remained flawless like marble, unlike many other unfortunate children, but his voice did drop substantially, making him that much more intimidating and a primary player of Slytherin bad habits. He also grew taller still, filling out more into his quidditch frame and bringing proportion to his body's climb to 6'2 height. But it was really his remarkable taste for all things flashy that caused the most attention. After winning a quidditch game he had the end of his broom ignite into green sparks as he flew about the stadium. That caused a bit of attention. So did the flooding of the third floor girl’s bathroom, while girls were inside (they deserved it, really). Though he left his fourth year just as friendless, it was truthful to say that a vast majority (unless the students spent their time beneath a rock deep under the castle) knew the name Lucuis Malfoy.

His dry, dark humor and quick wit scored a couple respect points from his teachers apparently, as he was dubbed a prefect for his fifth year, something that Lucius has milked for all it's worth. It was power that he wanted, after all. The vast cultural changes were not of his favor and so he spends a good deal of his time with conservative ventures, though ironically rallies behind an extremist group. It's all about making something for himself just as the Malfoy name has done before him; it is his duty and honor to serve his family, parents, heritage with the utmost decorum.

RP Sample: Most recent post in relation to a Malfoy Christmas party

^{Another head aches, another heart breaks
I am so much older than I can take
And my affection, well it comes and goes
I need direction to perfection}