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General Info

Mother: Narcissa Malfoy
Father: Lucius Malfoy
Sibling(s): None
Spouse: None
Children: Eventually Scorpius Malfoy
Other(s): Anyone from the Sacred 28 is related to him in some way

Height: 6'
Build: Slender but we'll muscled
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Blonde
Manner of Dress: Almost offensively casual muggle clothes. Jeans, ripped t-shirts, hoodies and leather jackets.
Distinguishing Features: Some thin, silver lash marks on his back. A little notch in his left eyebrow. An angry red burn/scar where his Dark Mark used to be.
Other: There was a time in his life when Draco thought appearance was more important than anything. He was always immaculately groomed, down to the perfect shine on every button. His pale blonde hair was always slicked back and his aquiline features were always set in the perfect haughty expression. His robes were well pressed and well fitting, and muggle clothing never sullied his body with their common touch. He in every way embodied the pureblooded gentleman he was raised to be.

These days Draco plays a subtler game. He still has a few well tailored robes hidden away for the odd emergency, but he hasn’t worn them honestly in years. He wears jeans now, and hooded sweatshirts, and trainers. His hair, while still incredibly blonde, is longer and scruffier. He almost never oils it anymore. He has facial hair now, a light five o’clock shadow that never really goes away. His blue eyes are often hooded these days, with dark circles that speak of countless sleepless nights. He’s usually dirty, and everything he owns is worn out. If you passed him on the street you’d never guess that he used to be the heir to one of the largest fortunes in England. Now he’s just another kid who made bad choices.

At one time Draco moved with a languid grace that bordered on nonchalance. He had made studied indifference an art form and could insult you without ever opening his mouth. He was arrogance personified, and one look was enough to send lesser mortals shuffling off on in shame. He was better than you, better than everyone, and his every movement told you so. Some people loved him for it, more people hated him for it, but it couldn’t be denied.

Now he moves like someone who is supremely uncomfortable in their own skin. He's still graceful, but a tendency to hunch has ruined his perfect posture. He no longer knows hear to do with his hands, skin they're often stuffed into his oversized pockets.

personality

likes: boysenberry jam, rain, tapioca, the color green, cats, Disney movies, being alone.
dislikes: small spaces, tangerines, static shock, snakes, being alone.



strengths: Occlumency, mixing drinks, lying, running, flying, making eggs, studying, learning people's weaknesses, potions
weaknesses: being friendly, saving money, cooking anything that isn't eggs, being creative, using people's weaknesses, sincerity, Herbology.



☝ Work Ethic

Draco knows how to work hard, and he almost always finishes what he startsĺ. Even if it takes him years, even if it might kill him. He gets it done. Whether it's homework or a life and death project, be gives the same whole hearted focus to anything he deems important.

☝ Good Intentions

Draco means well. He really, really does. And okay, maybe that didn't used to be true, maybe he used to use his money and power and brains for nothing more than his own personal gain. Maybe he used to be an insufferable bullying coward. The point is that he isn't that person anymore, or at least he's trying really really hard not to be. He wants to do the right thing, and he really intends to be a good person now. And that has to count for something, right?

☝ Cunning

Draco is smart. He may not always seem like it, but he is. He can think in odd directions and around twisted corners and come up with conclusions that might not have occurred to anyone else.

☝ Love

It’s not an obvious thing with Draco, but when he loves he loves deeply and unconditionally. He lets very few people into his heart, and so the ones that make it there are cherished. He will do anything for those people, regardless of the cost.

☝ Insight

Draco knows how to read people. He can often see through to the heart of someone, and recognize the truth of them. Unfortunately he used this insight for many years to pick up peoples biggest fears and insecurities and exploit them for his own use.

☟ Manipulation

Draco is too smart for his own good, and can read people a little too well. It’s easy for him to see into the heart of things, and to manipulate the fears and insecurities of those around him. His natural charisma and cruelty made him a leader of sorts, attracting all the wrong kinds of people. He's trying to leave that all behind him, but old habits die hard. If he sees a way to manipulate a situation to his advantage he'll use it, sometimes without even thinking about it.

☟ Anger

Draco cultivates anger the way other people cultivate gardens. He hoards it, treasuring it and clinging to it like it might give him something other than grief. He portions it out in tiny packets throughout his day, tightly controlled and regulated. He is never ruled by his anger, rather he uses it as fuel . If you were to take it away there would be almost nothing left of him, just a young man who has never known how to function.

☟ Arrogance

Draco tries his best to play the penitent sinner, and he does genuinely feel terrible for the things he did. But a lifetime of thinking you're literally gods gift is hard to let go. When he's not actively trying to be a martyr he falls back into his old arrogance, and it fits him like and we'll worn shoe.

☟ Selfishness

It’s very hard for Draco to see beyond himself. At one point in his life he didn’t even bother to try. He makes more of an effort now to put others first, but it doesn’t come naturally and his attempts often fall short.

☟ Cowardice

Draco is a coward. He doesn’t want to be, but he is. Not just with pain, but with every day interactions. He never does anything that can be easily traced back to him, out of fear of retaliation.

☞ Neat Draco is a naturally tidy person. Except when he's playing at being a rebel. Even then he can only go so many days without picking up before it makes him crazy.

☞ Dramatic

It's all or nothing with Draco, there is no in between as he has never heard of a happy medium. So when he decided to cast off his former life he did it in as ridiculous and dramatic a fashion as possible.

☞ Impulsive

Draco has a habit of acting on his whims. Sometimes this leads him to exciting new places and interesting people. Usually it just gets him in trouble.

history

Timeline:



(June / 1980) - Draco was born to be a prince. All the finest things in life were handed to him, his every whim was realized, and his mother doted on him. He learned early that a Malfoy never asked for anything. They ordered, they demanded, they expected, but they never asked.

He had few friends growing up, but he had many lackeys. His mother made sure that all of the pure-blood children spent time with him, and he took delight in ordering them around. The only family older and more prestigious than the Malfoy’s were the Blacks, and Draco was both. He ruled by right, and anyone who didn’t fall in line would feel the wrath of his father.

September/1991) - Draco began at Hogwarts. He was sorted into Slytherin, of course, and he quickly ruled the dungeons. Or, at least, his class and the parts of the dungeons not already claimed by the older kids. He was quite prepared the be the pampered little prince and bask in his teachers love and approval. After all, every other adult he had ever met bent over backward to serve and please him.

But he soon learned that there was another student that everyone loved, a student that everyone loved more than him.

Harry Potter.

The golden child, the Boy Who Lived, everyone’s little darling. A boy who had already rebuffed Draco’s friendship, a boy who spent time with blood traitors and mud bloods. A boy who got away with everything.

Draco hated him.

He tightened his hold on his Slytherin cronies, knowing that if the rest of the school fell in line they could ostracize Potter. But try as he might none of the other houses worshiped him the way he deserved. Didn’t they know who he was? He was Draco Malfoy, heir to the houses of Malfoy and Black, the oldest Pureblood families! And he knew who to blame. It was Potter. Everything that ever went wrong for him was Potters fault.

He tried to explain this to his father, that it wasn’t his fault everyone loved Harry Stupid Potter, but he wouldn’t listen. And so Draco swore that the rest of his time at Hogwarts would be spent bringing Potter the justice he deserved. Once everyone saw what a loser he was they would realize that Draco was supposed to be in charge of them, and fall dutifully in line.

October/1992) - The Chamber of Secrets was opened, and everyone blamed Potter for it. Draco was pleased to see him ostracized, but also thoroughly offended. As if that idiot could be heir of Slytherin. He didn’t have an ounce of Slytherin in him! Draco wished he knew who was doing it, so he could help them. But in the end Harry Stupid Potter and his mudblood army saved the day, and everyone loved him again. It was enough to drive Draco crazy!

(June / 1995) - Voldemort returned. Draco’s father was welcomed back into the fold, and Draco knew everything was going to be alright. The Dark Lord would save them from this stinking world where nothing went the way it was supposed to. But they didn’t do anything. The Dark Lord took over Malfoy Manor, and suddenly Draco found he wasn’t even welcome in his own home. The Dark Lord had no interest in him. Draco had always expected the Dark Lord to love him, to mentor him and groom him for command. Instead he spent the summer outdoors, waiting for someone to notice him.

(September/1995) The school year, however, seemed much more promising. Draco was made a prefect, and best of all, Dolores Umbridge was hired to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts. And unlike every other Professor, the Dark Lord, and even his father, Umbridge adored him. She took him under her wing, gave him power, and trusted him to mold the school into the right shape. Draco admired her, and used his newfound power to punish the people who never recognized him and his influence before. The Inquisitorial Squad was a dream come true.

But again Harry Potter ruined everything.

Lucius Malfoy went to jail, and everything fell apart. It didn’t make sense. His father was a Malfoy! He couldn’t just be thrown into jail like a regular person! But he was, and Draco found himself the head of a disgraced house.

(August / 1996) - The Dark Lord called him.

Draco had been wanting this for years, had wanted the Dark Lords approval, but the reality was nothing like his dreams. Getting the mark hurt, and it often ached and stabbed at him long after the spell was performed. He sat at the table with the other Death Eaters now, but none of them respected him. They were all so tall, and so frightening, and the Dark Lord wasn’t the benevolent master Draco had dreamed of. He was hard, and he didn’t care about Draco at all. The Dark Lord made it very clear that he was including Draco in his father’s disgrace, and if he didn’t want to lose everything there was only one thing he could do. Kill Albus Dumbledore.

It was impossible. It was crazy. How was he supposed to kill the greatest wizard who ever lived? After the Dark Lord, of course. At least, Draco knew he was supposed to think that. But it was hard, Dumbledore may be an old idiot but Draco knew better than to underestimate him. He spent the entire summer planning, and a few short weeks before term began Draco knew what he had to do.

(September/1996) Draco went into Kncokturn Alley and bought the vanishing cabinet. He got information on how to repair it, and he went into his Sixth year with a little more confidence than he’d felt in the weeks leading up to it. But repairing the cabinet proved to be more difficult than he imagined. He began to despair that he’d ever do it. And if he failed in this mission, who knew what the Dark Lord would do. Kill them all, most likely. Send green light into his mothers chest and leave her body lying on the Manor floor forever as a warning to others. Turn his father to stone and set him at the drawing room doors. Torture Draco himself into insanity, leaving him a pitiful drooling mess like Longbottom’s parents.

He began perfecting his skills, dropping everything that didn’t help him with the task. His aunt Bellatrix had helped him learn Occlumency, and he perfected the Protean charm. And every spare moment was spent working on the cabinet. But he couldn’t fix it. It didn’t matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t fix it. In desperation he tried sending Dumbledore a cursed necklace, and poisoning the wine that was meant for him. But they were feeble attempts, and they failed miserably. And Potter was always sniffing at his heels, always standing around every corner. So now in addition to this impossible task he had to keep Potter off his tail. And Professor Snape was just as bad. He just didn’t understand.

There was only one person he could confide in, one person who didn’t judge him and who still believed in him. Myrtle knew what it was like. She understood him. He found himself spending more than one night sobbing in her empty bathroom. But then one day Potter found him there, and cursed him, and cost him nearly five days of work while he recovered.

But one day, one glorious, magical day, the cabinet worked. The passage was open. He could finally fulfill his mission. So he called the other Death Eaters, and they snuck into the school. While they fought the teachers and the students Draco raced up to the Astronomy Tower to kill Dumbledore. He knew what he had to do, he was ready, he was strong. He disarmed the Headmaster. But as he stood there, staring at him, Draco realized something horrible. He couldn’t do it. His whole life had been leading up to this moment, but he couldn’t do it. He just stood there, stupidly, listening to the man he was supposed to kill. Letting his wand waver. He was going to fail after all, and his family would pay the price. But then Professor Snape was there, screaming the curse, and Dumbledore’s body was tumbling to the ground.

Draco ran, following his Professor with blind faith and tears in his eyes. He had failed his mission, he had failed the Dark Lord, but that wasn’t why he was crying. Dumbledore was dead. Dumbledore was dead, and Draco was supposed to be happy, but he wasn’t. He wasn’t, Merlin he wasn’t. And it didn’t make sense, and it wasn’t supposed to hurt like this, and he didn’t know what to do. Potter was following them, Draco could hear him, but he didn’t stop running. He didn’t know if he would ever stop running again.

(May / 1997) - He was a criminal now, wanted by the Ministry. There was only one place he could go. Though he feared the Dark Lord now almost as much as anything else. But the Dark Lord didn’t kill him. He was allowed to remain a Death Eater and serve his master. The Dark Lord was finally done hiding, and the world was being rebuilt to his standards. It was what the Malfoy’s had always wanted, what Draco had always wanted. He was supposed to be happy. But at night, when Draco allowed himself to think, tiny seeds of doubt began to creep in. This world they were creating wasn’t the glorious utopia Draco had thought it would be. It was dark, and ugly, and terrifying. He didn’t know what he wanted anymore, but he knew it wasn’t this.

After the "success" of his mission The Dark Lord let Lucius Malfoy out of prison. As a full Death Eater Draco was now expected to go on real missions. He saw things, and did things, that he will never be able to justify. He killed people, tortured them, and destroyed their lives. His Aunt Bellatrix took him under her wing and began teaching him everything she knew, but her temper was short and her punishments were extremely harsh. There were many times when he just wanted to run away, run so far that no one, not even Voldemort could find him. But if did he would be abandoning his familyou, so he had no choice. He had never had any choices.

He returned to school for his final year, but his heart wasn't in it. He was also often called away to perform tasks for the Death Eaters, and his grades suffered. Despite the fact that Hogwarts was now run by Professor Snape, Draco had never felt more trapped there.

(April / 1998) - He returned home for the Easter break, but it wasn't the respite he wanted. Instead he was thrown even deeper in the mess. When the battered boy and his friends had been dragged into the Manor Draco knew who they were at once. Of course he did. He’d hated them for years. But as he opened his mouth to condemn them, he found he couldn’t do it. It was Dumbledore all over again, and Draco just didn’t understand. He hated Potter, he wanted to see him suffer, but he’d also seen what the Dark Lord did to people. He hesitated, but in the end did what he had to. Though secretly, very very secretly, he was glad when they escaped. Even though it cost him his wand.

After Potter escaped the Malfoys were even more disgraced than before. They were put under house arrest. Lucius took the fall from grace terribly hard. He withdrew, becoming silent and angry. The only times he spoke to his son he begged him to save them, to make the Dark Lord look at them again. So when Draco returned to school he continued to answer every summons he was given.

(May / 1998) - Voldemort sounded the call to battle, and Draco went.

He knew there was one way to get the Dark Lord to favor his father again, and that was to bring him Potter. He fought his way into the castle and found Crabbe and Goyle. Together they traced Potter to the Room of Requirement. But his fall from grace meant that his friends didn’t fear him the way they once had, and Crabbe disobeyed him and set the room on fire. Draco was sure that was the end of him, of them, of everything. And even as the thought terrified him, it was also strangely liberating. It was all finally going to be over. But then he heard the screams of his friends, and all thoughts of an easy death went out the window. He couldn’t let Crabbe and Goyle die, even if it was their own stupidity that had landed them here.

He tried to help them, but the fire was out of control, and Draco didn’t think he could do anything to save them. What he hadn’t counted on, what he had honestly never expected, was that Potter would risk himself and his best friends to save his enemies. They made it out, barely, but Crabbe did not. It was horrifying, listening to him scream. After that Draco knew he couldn’t do it anymore. He couldn’t fight, he couldn’t hurt anyone else. So he ran. He knew that if he could just make it out of the castle… But Walden caught him, and for the second time that night Draco was sure he was going to die. And for the second time Potter saved him. It was baffling, and frustrating, and insane. Draco had no idea how to handle it.

In the end it didn’t matter. Voldemort was destroyed, Potter was the hero, and Draco and his family barely managed to escape. Disgraced, failures at everything they had once stood for. But alive. Still alive. Whatever that meant.

(June/ 1998) - The Malfoys fell far out of the public eye after that, staying in their manor and hoping everyone would forget about them. There were a few tense moments when Draco was sure they would all be sent to Azkaban, but Harry Potter of all people testified on their behalf. He spokw aboit what Draco'spent mother had done, detailing how her lies had saved him from Voldemort. Draco hadn't known, and now the whole family was pardoned because of it. And because of Harry, which put Draco even deeper into his debt. He still didn't know what to do about that.

Draco spent a lot of time sneaking off to Muggle London, since it was the only place where he felt truly anonymous. It was amazing, being somewhere no one knew his name, or what he'd done.

It couldn't last forever though, and one night his father caught him. They had a huge fight, where Lucius accused Draco of turning his back on everything the Malfoys ever stood for. Draco held his ground, pointing out just how much shit the 'pureblood mentality' had gotten them into. Eventually Draco left, refusing to be what his father wanted anymore.

(April/ 1999) - Draco spent the next year rebelling against everything he ever stood for. He left England and traveled to America, where he lived as little more than a hobo. At first living rough was the worst kind of torture, but he soon began to appreciate the freedom that comes with pure anonymity. He forged a resume and got a job tending a seedy run down bar in Boston Massachusetts. Drink mixing was just like potion making, and Draco quickly found a knack for it.

He rented a rundown flat under a Chinese restaurant and began setting up his own life for the first time. It was the little things that got to him, like how to wash a floor or do laundry or cook food that was edible. His pampered upbringing had not prepared him for this sort of domestic existence, and he dreamed of house elves. Sometimes, after three days straight of toast and jam, Draco thought about going home. He missed his mother, and his bed. But he couldn't do it. He may be a piss poor muggle, but better that than a murdering Pureblood. Whenever he began to feel too at home somewhere he moved on. From city to city, state to state, and country to country.

baggage

Please list 6-10 pieces of emotional baggage, describe their impact on your character’s life, and provide us with an idea of how they might be resolved in game. Examples include fears, sins, regrets, unrealized dreams, unlearned lessons, latent desires, unsettled grudges and personal losses.

Guilt : Draco carries immense amounts of guilt left over from the War. He did terrible things in the name of the Dark Lord, and no amount of denial or rationalizing can change that. He needs to come to terms with the things he did and take responsibility for them if he's ever going to be able to move on from it. Perhaps facing a victim?

Pureblood : Draco decided that the only way to distance himself from the Death Eaters and his crimes was to deny his Pureblood heritage and reject everything he had ever been brought up to believe. This has caused a war within himself. As much as he wants to be he will never actually be a wild muggle playboy with no roots and no responsibilities. There are some parts of his heritage and traditions that are worth keeping and preserving. He needs to realize that being Pureblood isn't shameful in and of itself, and that he can better make amends by using his money and privilege to help people. Perhaps Astoria could help with this.

Father-Draco used to think his father was the single greatest human being in the world. He worshiped the man and wanted nothing more than to be exactly like him. Their falling out was very painful, and Draco secretly very much wants to be on good terms with him again. He refuses to be the perfect Pureblood Prince his father wants, but he hopes they can someday find a more mature relationship and accept each other for who they are. They're both stubborn bastards though, so it won't be easy.

Harry Potter - Draco spent 6 years hating Harry Potter with unbridled passion. So owing him a life debt three times over is distressing to say the least. His feelings for Harry are extremely muddled and confused, with a lot of hang ups centering around the man. Draco needs to realize that Harry is just a person, and make and start at repaying the debts he owes him.

Independence- Draco wants to be this carefree independent ‘man about town’, but he's supremely terrible at it. He needs to learn the basic skills every human should have so he can be truly independent and self sufficient.

Friends- Draco is beginning to realize that he never really had any friends, just lackeys and hangers on. Or at least that what it seems like in hindsight. He needs to make some friends that are completely independent of who he used to be, and he needs to learn how to be a friend without manipulating people.

Small spaces - Draco is terrified of small Spaces. He was trapped in a linen cupboard for over an hour as a child, and it started his fear of tight spaces. His Aunt Bellatrix quickly picked up on this fear, and would often close him in as punishment for displeasing her. He now has full blown panic attacks when he feels trapped. He needs to confront this fear.

Parenthood One of Draco's biggest fears is becoming a father. He is terrified that he'll do it all wrong and ruin any child he might have. He has convinced himself he never wants children simply so he never has to face that he has no idea how to be a kind, loving parent. Meeting and building a relationship with Scorpius will go a long way to fixing this.

Snakes - Draco hates snakes. He's always found them creepy, but being the proud Slytherin he could never admit it. Two years of living with Nagini turned his dislike into full on loathing, not to mention a hearty dose of fear. Spending some forced time with non venomous snakes might change his mind. Or not.

rewards

Please list the items which, along with their wand, would motivate your character to open future pieces of luggage. These can consist of any object that possesses practical or sentimental value, such as a photo album, a favourite book, collected love letters from their significant other, and anything else you deem appropriate. Including their wand, list as many items as baggage items.

Wand

Nimbus 2001 - This is the broomstick Draco bought his way onto the Quidditch team with. It represents all the privilege and nepotism he was raised with. It's also and damn good broom.

Signet Ring - His father's ring, and the symbol of the House of Malfoy. It's priceless, and would have been Draco’s if he followed the family path.

Potions Kit - Draco has always been a strong potioneer, it was the one subject at school that he didn't have to work overtime to understand. It's a skill that is solely his own and something that was not handed to him.

Disney VHS Collection - He met a girl in Boston who let him sleep on her couch. She was lovely, kind, and obsessed with Disney. He spent a few glorious weeks with her before he got scared and fucked it up. Before he left she gave him her VHS collection, since she was upgrading to DVD.

Hand of Glory- Not only was this a present from his father, it is a very useful thing to have when you're trapped in the dark.

Deck of cards- Draco was a surprisingly good player, and he only honed his poker skills while living abroad. He is a bit of a card shark now, and made his food money with a deck more than once.

Martin Miggs the Mad Muggle Comics- a guilty pleasure that Draco used to sneak. He'd save his pocket money and buy them at the newsstand in Diagon whenever he thought his parents weren't looking.

A soft fur-lined green cloak- A present from his mother when he was made a prefect. It repels water and keeps the wearer cool in the heat and warm in the cold.

OOC/IC

Name: Sasha
Age: 30
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Please answer the following questions in character.

What was the last lie you told?

That's bloody personal, don't you think? Right. Does telling that Bum that I don't have change count? Okay okay, I know, you want the last lie we told that actually meant something. Fine, I'll play. The last lie I told was when I told my father I hated him. Are you happy now?

What do you think about the most: the past, the present or the future? Why?

The past. The things I did. I have so much to make up for...

How do you feel about socks?

Socks? Seriously? Um, I guess they're necessary? I don't really feel anything in particular about socks.

Would you rather be gossiped about or never talked about?

I don't care what people say about me. They can gossip all they want. Hear that?! I don't care what you think of me!

If you were the opposite sex for a day, what would you look like and what would you do?

Oh come on. Do you want the honest answer to that? Everyone said ‘touch themselves’, right? Anyone who didn't is lying. Plus I'd be a lovely girl, obviously.

Thread:
Draco could hear his parents talking in the drawing room, their voices hushed but unmistakable. He knew they were talking about him, but he couldn't muster up the energy to go listen. Whatever happened now would happen, and he simply couldn't find it in himself to care. About anything.

He felt... Well, he supposed he must feel something. That what people did, right? Feel things? But honestly he wasn't sure if he really was a person anymore. People didn't do the sorts of things he did. People didn't...

"If you hadn't LIED to, to"

"I lied for our son! And if you don't think that was worth it then we are"

Draco tuned them out, wrapping his arms around his head and humming softly. Some old song that he couldn't remember the words to or the name of. It was soothing though, and if he pressed his face against the window pane then all he could really hear was the wind. It should be raining. Wasn't it supposed to rain when the world ended?

Except for everyone else this was a celebration, wasn't it. Their side won. Or, lost less, he guesses. What's winning, when there are a hundred bodies piled in the Great Hall and...

"Don't you dare! I"

He didn't want to listen to them. He didn't want to listen, or think, or feel, or exist right now. Maybe if he pushed hard enough he could sink into the glass and just become part of the house. Maybe...

For a moment it seemed like he got his wish, rain drops splashing off the end of his nose and staining his trousers. But it wasn't rain, of course it wasn't. Draco didn't even know he could cry anymore. That was good, right? People cried. Did monsters? Did it matter? He just... He just wished he could go home. Wherever that was.