Post by Deleted on Jul 13, 2014 20:52:43 GMT -7
hello there, my name is scorpius malfoy but you can call me scorpius. i'm sixteen so that makes me a sixth year at Hogwarts, where I reside in slytherin house. You could say I'm cunning, sly and ambitious but I personally think that I am independent, confident, opinionated.. People say I look a lot like alex pettyfer, but I don't really see it...
scorpius hyperion malfoy
nickname:
Some will tend to call him Scorp or Score. He couldn't care less, but he prefers Scorpius over everything.
age:
sixteen years old
date of birth:
24th, december, & 2016
gender:
wizard
blood status:
pureblood
sexuality:
straight
house:
slytherin
occupation:
N/A
wand:
10in, cypress wood, dragon heartstring
playby:
Alex Pettyfer
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personality
likes:
scotch, tequiladislikes:
books and romance
a good fight, getting dirty
quidditch and flying
money and luxury
authority, not being in controlerised:
bullies and people who don't listen to him
lazy people, and beggars
assumptions and being looked down on
at this current moment, Scorpius has none. He just wants to live and be happy.
amortentia:
roses, strawberries, burning wood.
Long hair, intelligence, confidence, elegance, style.
boggart:
Blood, he hates the red stuff.
overall personality:
Scorpius is one young man who is not afraid to speak his mind. He radiates with confidence and independence.
Growing up, Scorpius was given everything. He was basically being bred to be the perfect pureblood citizen. He was taught at a young age how to speak, how react to certain situations and most important how to be a classic man. He was being babied and by the time he was seven, he had an idea of who to be and it was to be himself, not dictated by anyone else.
This boy knows how to grab attention and hold a room. He did it constantly when he was younger and his father held guests. He wasn’t supposed to be around but was always interrupting and asking the questions no one wanted to pay attention to, the simple yet important questions. But this was usually the only time he actually would do such a thing other than in class.
Scorpius likes to be in the shadows and out of attention. He’s a wallflower and people watcher by choice. If he wanted to, he could be the loud and annoying obnoxious child but refuses to be. Instead when he speaks it’s to tell someone they are wrong, have an actual conversation or answer a question.
This young man is a thinker as well. He won’t say something until he had thought about it a couple of times. Scorpius is someone who chooses his battles carefully. He won’t go into anything without being prepared. He likes strategy very much.
Scorpius isn’t like the other purebloods. He had his own opinion and doesn’t care about keeping the lines pure. He likes anyone as long as they are reasonable and friendly. Scorpius might seem a bit intense and cold at first but in all honesty, no matter how determined or focused he gets, Scorpius is completely silly. He is a people person when it comes down to it. He is polite and friendly and talks to anyone ever if they annoy him. He doesn’t call everyone an idiot but if you are acting the part he won’t be afraid to say such a thing. He is brutally honest. He rather tell the truth or his opinion and have someone hate him for it than keep up with some lie he made up.
Now when it comes to romance, Scorpius is a a firm believer in love and soul mates. He thinks love at first sight is possibly but has yet to see it. He denied his parents arrangement because of it and now hides out with his grandmother when he isn’t in school. Always being stuck in school has created this belief in him and he is searching for her. He has dated plenty of girls but has yet to find her.
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personal history
mother:
Astoria Greengrass, 41, Healer
father:
Draco Malfoy, 42, Ministry worker
siblings:
N/A
pets:
Storm, black and white owl.
history:
Scorpius Malfoy. Everyone knows the name. Everyone knows where they stand. Except Scorpius.
Scorpius was born sixteen years ago on Christmas Eve. He was the product of Draco Malfoy and Astoria Greengrass. He was the only son and child of the two. They needed no more because Scorpius was destined to be heir to the Malfoy name.
Growing up, Scorpius received pretty much everything he asked for. Except he didn’t ask for much. The only thing he inherited from his father was the appearance. Personality wise, he was more like his mother. He didn’t grow up to be spoiled. He actually never really asked for anything other than books. Throughout his childhood, Scorpius met many people. He was introduced to the needed to know purebloods. He constantly saw tutors who taught him everything he needed to know. He was also taught how to be a charmer, how to be polite, when to speak, and how to speak. The boy was required to be educated if he was going to be in the master plan. And Scorpius didn’t argue, he took the knowledge that was handed to him. At this point he only had understand, there was no right or wrong yet. He was just learning.
So you receive the perfect pureblood child, minus the bad attitude and snobbish composure. Scorpius actually grew up to be quite laid back and aloof. His father’s plans never really interest him. He just wanted to learn magic and read. In magic and reading, he didn’t need to be anyone but himself, someone who would just look and observe. He was never one for action.
It was a terrific day when Scorpius received his owl. It was a year later than his father wanted, but it was what was called for seeing as he was a December child. They had a large dinner and invited all the important people. Everyone spoke about how well Scorpius was going to do, what pride he was going to bring to his name and his people. Scorpius was alright with the attention, he just didn’t like his expectations. By eleven, he was quite sick of it. They always talked about his future. They never really let him try stuff or live. He was always studying and being taught the right way to live. He had only his books.
Hogwarts brought Scorpius out of his shell and to reasoning. He was placed into Slytherin. It was a house of the cunning. People in this house weren’t exactly bad. They all had the same traits, ambition, resourcefulness, a cunning personality. But they all used it in a way to earn them a reputation of being dark and bad. It was all more expectations Scorpius didn’t really want to deal with at this point in life. He was evelen, and a child and knew there should be other things for him. But since Scorpius never really acted on his thoughts, he just accepted his reality and went on.
His favorite place to be at Hogwarts was the library. He was a damned Ravenclaw some of his “friends” would say. But it was the only place he felt comfortable. He stayed out of trouble and got good grades. He was being the perfect son. The perfect heir.
That was until something inside him snapped.
He was thirteen and his father called it the rebel years. Draco and Astoria predicted something like this to happen. He was always obeying and listening and being good, in their eyes. It was what they asked for but if Scorpius was to be a leader, he was to be outgoing, confident and had to have a fight in him. So the rebel was the best thing for him. Or so they thought.
Scorpius broke out. He began speaking to people. He learned the language of sarcasm and the art of pranks. He noticed girls and used his charm to get to them. He began paying attention to his appearance and ditched the structured tidy look. He became a joker and caring a I don’t care attitude. It was alright for until his fifth year came around. This was when Scorpius formed his impression of right and wrong, when he developed his way of thinking.
Scorpius was supposed to get serious for his OWLS and his purist plans. He was supposed to lead but if you ask Scorpius, he still could not care less about his father and his father’s friends ideals. Who cares what happened in the past? Scorpius wasn’t part of it, the kids he saw at school had no part in it, why did he had to be the center of it? Though his personality changed, Scorpius continued reading. His reading is what led to him thinking of his parents of idiots and wanting his own life. He wanted a taste of adventure, not some responsibility in retrieving his father’s pride.
But he didn’t speak out about this. He just told his father he wasn’t right for the job. He never gave a hint to what side he was on, but secretly inside, he already had picked the light side. He wasn’t his father, nor his grandfather, and seeing how they turned out, he wasn’t looking forward to becoming them.
His fifth year ended. The summer brought him his test results. Most classes like potions and DADA, which involved Scorpius hands on, held perfect marks. The others, like history of magic and astronomy, held average marks. It did not shame his father at all. It only pleased him. But Scorpius made no movement to help Draco and his cause out. He spent the summer locked up in the library reading or sneaking into Muggle London.
Now the summer is over and Scorpius begins his sixth year.
Scorpius' personal accounts of his life:
Well hot damn, you want me to talk about myself? Alright then, I can do that, no problem. First off, I’m Scorpius Malfoy. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I’m a Malfoy, say what you want, if it helps you sleep at night, but get to know me and you’re in for a treat. I’m sixteen years young and a Slytherin. I’m usually described as well, there are two sides to every story. So even if I describe myself to how I see myself, there is going to be a few who contradict my words.
Anyways, I like to think I’m a good guy. I’m not into the whole pureblood and snobby image my family is known for. I like to just live. I honestly take in a lot of the Slytherin traits; ambitious, cunning, resourceful, daring --or maybe more reckless--, charming. Okay, yeah the last one isn’t much of a trait involved with the Slytherin house, but hell, I can be quite lovely at times, and hell even cheeky. I tend to be blunt and speak what is on my mind. I don’t really regret it or have any guilt towards what I say and how it affects other. People tend to say I’m being a jerk or rude, but honestly I’m not.
I like to be polite and just want a good time. I don’t care who you are or where you come from, if we can have a good time, then you’re alright in my book. You see my father didn’t push me like my grandfather did him. He realized there were faults in raising a child that way and decided to try his own route. He actually gave me room to grow as my own person and take life the way I wanted to. And even though he doesn’t completely agree with my actions and judgements, he still supports me, well until he gives me a piece of his mind that is.
I grew up pretty sheltered. I spent a lot of time at the Manor running around and being spoiled. My life was nowhere near hard, but it wasn’t perfect either. My family likes to fight a lot. My mother has issues about the way I handle things and says it isn’t proper. My dad likes to yell that it’s alright, that he isn’t going to become his father. Then my grandparents Malfoy will drop in and basically agree with my mother, but what they say are a lot harsher.
A lot of the time I was left with my mother and she usually tried to break that spirit in me. It never worked though. I have this fire she would say. It won’t allow anyone to put it out. She would tell me one thing. I will do it. Just once. And then just go back to being myself and doing things myself. It happened all the time and I think that was what made my father proud the most, the fact that I am becoming my own person rather then let someone else shape me.
As a child, I got into trouble, boy did I get into trouble. I was always going somewhere I shouldn’t, or doing something I shouldn’t. My father never punished me. He just would tell me stories connecting to what I was doing. He would explain different outcomes and then allow me to think for myself and see what I would do about it. A lot of the time it got to me and I would apologize for my actions. But boys will be boys.
My father and I played a lot of quidditch when he was home. He works in the Ministry a lot, but when he has the time, he gives it to me. From the stories I have heard and rumors, I would never guessed my father was the same man they were talking about. If he were, I would love to know what happened, what changed him. But I am glad for it nonetheless. Life was good until Hogwarts.
I got my letter. I was off onto the train. I walked into the castle. I stepped up the stairs. I sat down. The hat was placed on my head, or well, it wasn’t really. Apparently the same thing happened to my father. It was barely touching my head when it announced Slytherin. In all honesty, I was wishing for Gryffindor. Don’t tell anyone I said that though. I now know how I belong in Slytherin but as a child I was nothing like my family and thought I wouldn’t belong in anything other than Gryffindor.
So I took a seat at the table and met up with childhood friends. I was with my mother a lot, remind you. She’d take me to loads of different houses to get to know kids my age. She thought that would shape my habits and I. It didn’t. It was more of relationships of respect or my teasing and pranking them. Of course, none of them would tell, but sitting at the table I felt lost. I didn’t support a lot of their ideas. I actually had no clue about majority of the topics.
It was like that for a couple of years. I usually was by myself and reading or trying to make friends in other houses. That was hardest part of Hogwarts. Making friends. I had the worst reputation you can imagine. Everyone in Slytherin praised me and everyone else were either scared of me or hated me. I couldn’t catch a break. I tried a lot in classes to prove them wrong. But it just never worked out. I ended up shy and a nerd. Yes. I was a nerd, or well still am, but now I’m just dashing, don’t you think?
I read a lot and rivaled the Hermione Granger reputation of being a know it all. It was actually fun making people look stupid and showing there was more to me than just my name. In my third year I finally got the confident to try out for Quidditch. I actually got the spot of chaser. I’m not exactly small enough for the seeker position, my father’s spot, but I had a talent for tossing a quaffle around. At that time of my life it was all quidditch and school. I wasn’t into the social aspect of things.
Forth year went by the same. Then fifth year came. I nearly got perfect on my OWLS that year, it was fantastic. I stayed out of trouble, less detentions and then at some point in my sixth year, something in my mind kicked in. If I wanted to, I can have whatever I wanted.
My confidence sparked. I coming back to school a new man. I will talk to anyone and everyone who would listen. At this point a lot people finally got the cue of who I was and was giving more of a chance.
I plan to ask out a few girls here and there but don't give me the title of a player, I'm not Potter. I don’t treat woman as trash, not saying he does but, can’t get myself to. I won't lie though I get easily bored and hopefully that doesn't show too much. Oh well, life goes on.
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alias
name:
Kay
age:
21
time zone:
Pacific
reference:
site surfing
other characters:
@kay
