Post by Macaria Riddle on May 7, 2006 15:46:24 GMT -5
((I'll make an account for him in a minute))
(((Also, my friend, Tommy, made this application and gave me permission to use it. Just ask him, if you'd like.)))
First Name: Zacharias
Middle Name: Attiucs
Last Name: Malfoy
Age: 15
House: Slytherin
Year: 5th
Personality: Being raised in a household where Mudbloods are likened to the dirt you eliminate from the soles of your shoes before entering the house, he has apparently absorbed such an ideal. He nurtures a strong abhorrence of Mudbloods and those who have anything to do with them, though a secret he keeps is that he doesn't hate them as much as the rest of his family. But that is a secret, you know. As the first heir and the youngest male member of a bloodline that is terribly ambitious, pompous and wealthy, Zach is generally used to getting what he wants without even lifting a finger to earn it. The fact that one student outperformed him while he was still in school seemed to eat away at his conscience, he's gotten over it having left school for good.
Zach, though now a tad more tolerable in his display of witty sarcasm, self-assurance and coolness that often lead to quick and harsh remarks toward those he detests or regards as inferior, doesn’t erase the fact that he still is able to resort to such behavior. As he’s used to attention being doused upon him in considerable amounts at home, he loves it even more when his Housemates gave him the attention he thought he wholly deserved back in school. Zach, however, chooses his relations with care before entering the illusion of friendship and centers it on what he might gain from the bond. His relations with allies may be extensive but his trust is one that’s rarely given. To earn Zach's trust or even respect so as to have him treat you as an equal is an almost impossible task; and keeping it is even more arduous. He was, is and most probably never will be one to forgive a betrayal of that trust easily and has the tendency to allow the grudges he keeps to intensify.
Zach prides himself in his family’s wealth and social prominence. He holds his head up even though he knows his father has been imprisoned. He possesses a domineering quality, a trait that is no doubt patterned after his father. It is this quality that allows him to demand control over any situation and to gain the benefit of almost everyone’s attention and respect. Sadly, Zach does not consider many to be friends of his. And even if he did consider one to be a true friend, his ambition will place his self before all others. He seeks to obtain whatever grandeur he can obtain, not bothering to care about who may be pained during his acquisition of power. Too, he does not and will not hesitate in using underhanded methods to reach whatever goal he has in mind, even if it meant using Dark spells and curses.
While he may have appeared intimidating to students in school, strutting like the prince he believes himself to be, his bravado was a false one. He conceals it well, resorting to cynicism or indifference when faced with circumstances that instill a feeling of panic within him or instructing his cronies to do the physical aspect of subjugating while he flings taunts quite generously. Without them, however, Zach does become more subdued from the prospect of personal injury. He also draws back from any kind of unpleasantness and situations that he thinks of as a waste of his time, complaining endlessly and becoming irritable. Through all that, Zach never really voices his sentiments or fears for he has always thought of the display as weakness. His skill in suppressing the revelation of any of his thoughts or emotions did not develop overnight. His father had always taught him to be impersonal, self-sufficient, ruthless… a perfect Malfoy, a perfect son. No display of emotion was ever tolerable within the household and the boy had learned to bottle his feelings up nearly as efficiently as to make his father proud. Bottling emotions as strong as rage is never Zach's stronghold though; he is likely to let it out in a burst of destructiveness.
The majority of the time, he seems reserved to say the least, with a scheming aura about him, always with something churning inside his head, the pieces all coming together like a puzzle -- you can practically see the gears turning, only, nobody exactly knows what he might be planning. This reclusive behavior mustn’t be falsely regarded as shyness or an anti-social demeanor; no, Zach is perfectly social -- when he wants to be. He can also be stubborn, rude, twisted and backstabbing, as many of Salazar’s house are. Not to mention he harbors a surprisingly deeply morbid streak -- although, he doesn’t go as far as cutting himself or degrading actions like that. His pride and family reputation is far too precious and important to him to risk it with such idiotic matters.
He has keen eyes, perceptive of many situations and could hardly ever miss even the slightest detail. Too, his acute sense of perception makes him a usually excellent judge of a person’s character. He has a smoothness that enables him to be subtle yet persuasive in his use of words and flair. Zach also possesses an exceptionally astute mind, which he uses for not only his schemes for social recognition but also for academics. He rightfully earns himself a constant stream of commendable marks, excellent when compared to the average wizard. And although his mother showers him with praises and gifts, it is his father’s approval he subconsciously seeks most of the time. It was only last year that he’d set his studies aside for something of more importance.
Zach is a remarkably steadfast person when it comes upon the subject of where his loyalties lie; loyalties he sets aside for his mother and father and of course, the Dark Lord. Though his care for his mother is more apparent, he holds his parents dearly and would be likely to do anything to defend their lives. As much as he is willing to use underhanded means to achieve his own goals, guarding his parents would make him exhaust any and every resource he could manage. Submitting to his father's will, in truth, has not enticed him as much as the power it promised and the consequences he had to face if he didn’t acquiesce to the Dark Lord. Though very much capable of performing a multiplicity of vindictive deeds, remorse and compassion are still buried within his twisted mind and his blackened heart.
In his ability to hold an air of authority and coolness when working and manipulating his way through situations that would otherwise cause him difficulties and in his ardent determination in achieving his goal, Zach would make a formidable and valuable wizard if he joins the cause against Voldemort. As it is, he frets over bloodlines and his reputation rather than allow himself to enjoy the simple pleasures of life such as laughing with and confiding in trusted friends. He delights himself in the faults and weaknesses of those he considers rivals in a refusal to recognize his own and detests anyone who exceeds his performance.
Likes:
x.x--Quidditch
x.x--Himself
x.x--Sweets
x.x--Girls
x.x--The Dark Arts
x.x--Watching the Potters and their stupid little friends fail
x.x--Snogging
x.x--Getting his own way
x.x--One-upping someone- anyone
Dislikes:
x.x--James Weasley
x.x--Failing
x.x--People not paying attention to him
x.x--Mudbloods
x.x--Potters
x.x--Any Weasley
x.x--Gryffindors in general
x.x--People nagging him
x.x--Weasleys and Potters
Mother: Pansy Parkinson-Malfoy
Father: Draco Malfoy
Siblings: Jackson Malfoy(17), Claudia Malfoy (12) and Daphne Malfoy(twin)
Other Family/Friends: N/A
Height: 5'11
Weight: 145lbs
Eye Color: Blue-gray
Hair Color: Golden blonde
Other Description: Zach, at first glance, is indisputably the son of Draco and Pansy Malfoy. He possesses a distinctively pale meld of physical features that essentially sashays a perfect combination of both factions. Though bearing a closer resemblance to Draco, Zach's features are somewhat evened out or enhanced by the traits he has inherited from Pansy- including the dark green in his eyes.
Zach's hair is tinged with a golden hue that isn't as light as his father's hair, but is a much-adored golden blonde that shines white in the light. And though naturally thick and sleek like his mother’s tresses, his hair receives thorough management. Zach is quite particular when refining his appearance; he makes sure each silvery strand in his usual slicked back coiffure is in its place, dabbing a bit of gel here and there. It is rare that a loose strand could be seen, even after a particularly grueling game of Quidditch or from the amount of undue stress he seems to be suffering of late. On occasion, he allows his hair to resume its natural manner: relatively longer, his bangs covering part of the considerable breadth of his forehead and brushing against his eyebrows. Even then, he scrutinizes the exactness of his hairstyle, down to the purposefully rugged look it creates.
Though his eyes are similar to Draco's dark-grey ones, Zach's irises are delineated by a fine line of a dark-green colour as if defining their edges, given to him by his mother, Pansy. The dark border makes for the centers to appear a lighter, more resplendent silver hue. Framed by noir-coloured lashes, his eyes, more often than not, lack any display of thought or emotion. It takes more than just keen observation to be able to detect the flaring of an uncontrolled emotion in his glacial gaze; they are few and far between and are as cursory as a moment in time now lost. Sitting atop his cool gray orbs are two pristinely arched eyebrows, their pallor akin to that of his hair. Zach possesses the predisposition to raise his brows in a condescending manner and to have them dip in displeasure, thought or in some cases, anger.
The bridge of Zach's nose is long and thin, turning upward only slightly and ceasing in a rather sharp tip. High cheekbones lie on either side of his aristocratic nose and grant his face a more angular quality. Oreius' ears are surprisingly smoothed around the edges, only tapering to a barely noticeable point upon reaching the tops. His lips are thin and pale pink and seem to be restricted to twisting into a condescending sneer, an indignant scowl or an arrogant smirk. As seldom as emotions flicker within his icy gaze, an actual smile might spread his lips over a perfect set of white teeth. Though a smile might seem erroneous on Zach's unblemished face, it has the capacity to alter the manifestation of arrogance he always seems to have for the briefest instant. His oval-shaped face tapers to a thin but firm jaw and a comparatively pointed chin; a trait he has inherited from both his parents.
His skin tone is that of cream, smooth and evenly spread out through the entirety of his body. It may be largely due to the fact that sunlight rarely ever touches his skin that he may almost seem luminescent when set against a darkened environment. But even with prolonged exposure to the sun, he never gets tanned or worse, sunburned. Zach doesn’t flush to a crimson colour when embarrassed. Rather, he turns to a light shade of pink. When infuriated or frightened, his face drains of what little color it has.
Zach practices utmost meticulousness when it comes to his attire. He methodically tucks his white, neatly pressed shirt into black trousers, smoothes his gray vest over his shirt, affixes his tie fastidiously and straightens his collar. Even when he isn’t donned in his everyday robes, Zach prefers to dress himself in expensive clothing that makes his family’s affluence well-perceived. His rather extensive wardrobe consists of just about three colors aside from a peppering of green pieces: white, gray and black. The white pieces are mere standards he uses mostly as underneath layers. The grays differ greatly in shades though most of them near dark tints. Zach favours black. Although it contrasts his pale complexion considerably, it is a much better choice than to have bright colors wash out what little color he has.
His clothing, everyday or otherwise, is always impeccable in appearance and fit on Zach's physique. And why not, when he has resources to fabric a chosen few can be able to procure and personal tailors that make the clothing fit for him alone? He sets aside a generous amount of time in inspecting his overall appearance and settles for no less than perfection. Never will one see Zach in tattered jeans or frayed shirts even in the worst of conditions.
Oreius stands at a respectable five-feet-eleven-inches in height, as tall as his father was at such an age. He takes full advantage, walking with the correct posture he was always taught to have and a casual but purposeful gait; he also employs his comparatively lofty height to frown upon those he and his family detest. While Zach's height is derived from his father, his body frame comes from his mother; slender and lithe that bears fine musculature, suiting him for more graceful movements. His body structure is one that never seems to harbor an additional ounce of fat. With Quidditch training and activities that occupy his attention at home, like fencing, broom-racing and archery, Zach has kept his body in shape. He is also obligated to exercise daily but has lately been forsaking it and hence is bestowed with the consequences of an ostensibly ill façade, little as the changes may be.
His trim physique is recurrently misjudged as frail; brute physical strength has never been his specialty, preferring to make use of his sentry-like companions to do the intimidating for him in that area though he has a sizeable capability of strength himself. His shoulders, neither broad nor undersized for a teenager, have his collarbone jutting out slightly. He naturally walks with them squared ostentatiously. Endowed with long but deft limbs, his air of aplomb and refinement is all the more accentuated.
Anything else?: Nope
(((Also, my friend, Tommy, made this application and gave me permission to use it. Just ask him, if you'd like.)))
First Name: Zacharias
Middle Name: Attiucs
Last Name: Malfoy
Age: 15
House: Slytherin
Year: 5th
Personality: Being raised in a household where Mudbloods are likened to the dirt you eliminate from the soles of your shoes before entering the house, he has apparently absorbed such an ideal. He nurtures a strong abhorrence of Mudbloods and those who have anything to do with them, though a secret he keeps is that he doesn't hate them as much as the rest of his family. But that is a secret, you know. As the first heir and the youngest male member of a bloodline that is terribly ambitious, pompous and wealthy, Zach is generally used to getting what he wants without even lifting a finger to earn it. The fact that one student outperformed him while he was still in school seemed to eat away at his conscience, he's gotten over it having left school for good.
Zach, though now a tad more tolerable in his display of witty sarcasm, self-assurance and coolness that often lead to quick and harsh remarks toward those he detests or regards as inferior, doesn’t erase the fact that he still is able to resort to such behavior. As he’s used to attention being doused upon him in considerable amounts at home, he loves it even more when his Housemates gave him the attention he thought he wholly deserved back in school. Zach, however, chooses his relations with care before entering the illusion of friendship and centers it on what he might gain from the bond. His relations with allies may be extensive but his trust is one that’s rarely given. To earn Zach's trust or even respect so as to have him treat you as an equal is an almost impossible task; and keeping it is even more arduous. He was, is and most probably never will be one to forgive a betrayal of that trust easily and has the tendency to allow the grudges he keeps to intensify.
Zach prides himself in his family’s wealth and social prominence. He holds his head up even though he knows his father has been imprisoned. He possesses a domineering quality, a trait that is no doubt patterned after his father. It is this quality that allows him to demand control over any situation and to gain the benefit of almost everyone’s attention and respect. Sadly, Zach does not consider many to be friends of his. And even if he did consider one to be a true friend, his ambition will place his self before all others. He seeks to obtain whatever grandeur he can obtain, not bothering to care about who may be pained during his acquisition of power. Too, he does not and will not hesitate in using underhanded methods to reach whatever goal he has in mind, even if it meant using Dark spells and curses.
While he may have appeared intimidating to students in school, strutting like the prince he believes himself to be, his bravado was a false one. He conceals it well, resorting to cynicism or indifference when faced with circumstances that instill a feeling of panic within him or instructing his cronies to do the physical aspect of subjugating while he flings taunts quite generously. Without them, however, Zach does become more subdued from the prospect of personal injury. He also draws back from any kind of unpleasantness and situations that he thinks of as a waste of his time, complaining endlessly and becoming irritable. Through all that, Zach never really voices his sentiments or fears for he has always thought of the display as weakness. His skill in suppressing the revelation of any of his thoughts or emotions did not develop overnight. His father had always taught him to be impersonal, self-sufficient, ruthless… a perfect Malfoy, a perfect son. No display of emotion was ever tolerable within the household and the boy had learned to bottle his feelings up nearly as efficiently as to make his father proud. Bottling emotions as strong as rage is never Zach's stronghold though; he is likely to let it out in a burst of destructiveness.
The majority of the time, he seems reserved to say the least, with a scheming aura about him, always with something churning inside his head, the pieces all coming together like a puzzle -- you can practically see the gears turning, only, nobody exactly knows what he might be planning. This reclusive behavior mustn’t be falsely regarded as shyness or an anti-social demeanor; no, Zach is perfectly social -- when he wants to be. He can also be stubborn, rude, twisted and backstabbing, as many of Salazar’s house are. Not to mention he harbors a surprisingly deeply morbid streak -- although, he doesn’t go as far as cutting himself or degrading actions like that. His pride and family reputation is far too precious and important to him to risk it with such idiotic matters.
He has keen eyes, perceptive of many situations and could hardly ever miss even the slightest detail. Too, his acute sense of perception makes him a usually excellent judge of a person’s character. He has a smoothness that enables him to be subtle yet persuasive in his use of words and flair. Zach also possesses an exceptionally astute mind, which he uses for not only his schemes for social recognition but also for academics. He rightfully earns himself a constant stream of commendable marks, excellent when compared to the average wizard. And although his mother showers him with praises and gifts, it is his father’s approval he subconsciously seeks most of the time. It was only last year that he’d set his studies aside for something of more importance.
Zach is a remarkably steadfast person when it comes upon the subject of where his loyalties lie; loyalties he sets aside for his mother and father and of course, the Dark Lord. Though his care for his mother is more apparent, he holds his parents dearly and would be likely to do anything to defend their lives. As much as he is willing to use underhanded means to achieve his own goals, guarding his parents would make him exhaust any and every resource he could manage. Submitting to his father's will, in truth, has not enticed him as much as the power it promised and the consequences he had to face if he didn’t acquiesce to the Dark Lord. Though very much capable of performing a multiplicity of vindictive deeds, remorse and compassion are still buried within his twisted mind and his blackened heart.
In his ability to hold an air of authority and coolness when working and manipulating his way through situations that would otherwise cause him difficulties and in his ardent determination in achieving his goal, Zach would make a formidable and valuable wizard if he joins the cause against Voldemort. As it is, he frets over bloodlines and his reputation rather than allow himself to enjoy the simple pleasures of life such as laughing with and confiding in trusted friends. He delights himself in the faults and weaknesses of those he considers rivals in a refusal to recognize his own and detests anyone who exceeds his performance.
Likes:
x.x--Quidditch
x.x--Himself
x.x--Sweets
x.x--Girls
x.x--The Dark Arts
x.x--Watching the Potters and their stupid little friends fail
x.x--Snogging
x.x--Getting his own way
x.x--One-upping someone- anyone
Dislikes:
x.x--James Weasley
x.x--Failing
x.x--People not paying attention to him
x.x--Mudbloods
x.x--Potters
x.x--Any Weasley
x.x--Gryffindors in general
x.x--People nagging him
x.x--Weasleys and Potters
Mother: Pansy Parkinson-Malfoy
Father: Draco Malfoy
Siblings: Jackson Malfoy(17), Claudia Malfoy (12) and Daphne Malfoy(twin)
Other Family/Friends: N/A
Height: 5'11
Weight: 145lbs
Eye Color: Blue-gray
Hair Color: Golden blonde
Other Description: Zach, at first glance, is indisputably the son of Draco and Pansy Malfoy. He possesses a distinctively pale meld of physical features that essentially sashays a perfect combination of both factions. Though bearing a closer resemblance to Draco, Zach's features are somewhat evened out or enhanced by the traits he has inherited from Pansy- including the dark green in his eyes.
Zach's hair is tinged with a golden hue that isn't as light as his father's hair, but is a much-adored golden blonde that shines white in the light. And though naturally thick and sleek like his mother’s tresses, his hair receives thorough management. Zach is quite particular when refining his appearance; he makes sure each silvery strand in his usual slicked back coiffure is in its place, dabbing a bit of gel here and there. It is rare that a loose strand could be seen, even after a particularly grueling game of Quidditch or from the amount of undue stress he seems to be suffering of late. On occasion, he allows his hair to resume its natural manner: relatively longer, his bangs covering part of the considerable breadth of his forehead and brushing against his eyebrows. Even then, he scrutinizes the exactness of his hairstyle, down to the purposefully rugged look it creates.
Though his eyes are similar to Draco's dark-grey ones, Zach's irises are delineated by a fine line of a dark-green colour as if defining their edges, given to him by his mother, Pansy. The dark border makes for the centers to appear a lighter, more resplendent silver hue. Framed by noir-coloured lashes, his eyes, more often than not, lack any display of thought or emotion. It takes more than just keen observation to be able to detect the flaring of an uncontrolled emotion in his glacial gaze; they are few and far between and are as cursory as a moment in time now lost. Sitting atop his cool gray orbs are two pristinely arched eyebrows, their pallor akin to that of his hair. Zach possesses the predisposition to raise his brows in a condescending manner and to have them dip in displeasure, thought or in some cases, anger.
The bridge of Zach's nose is long and thin, turning upward only slightly and ceasing in a rather sharp tip. High cheekbones lie on either side of his aristocratic nose and grant his face a more angular quality. Oreius' ears are surprisingly smoothed around the edges, only tapering to a barely noticeable point upon reaching the tops. His lips are thin and pale pink and seem to be restricted to twisting into a condescending sneer, an indignant scowl or an arrogant smirk. As seldom as emotions flicker within his icy gaze, an actual smile might spread his lips over a perfect set of white teeth. Though a smile might seem erroneous on Zach's unblemished face, it has the capacity to alter the manifestation of arrogance he always seems to have for the briefest instant. His oval-shaped face tapers to a thin but firm jaw and a comparatively pointed chin; a trait he has inherited from both his parents.
His skin tone is that of cream, smooth and evenly spread out through the entirety of his body. It may be largely due to the fact that sunlight rarely ever touches his skin that he may almost seem luminescent when set against a darkened environment. But even with prolonged exposure to the sun, he never gets tanned or worse, sunburned. Zach doesn’t flush to a crimson colour when embarrassed. Rather, he turns to a light shade of pink. When infuriated or frightened, his face drains of what little color it has.
Zach practices utmost meticulousness when it comes to his attire. He methodically tucks his white, neatly pressed shirt into black trousers, smoothes his gray vest over his shirt, affixes his tie fastidiously and straightens his collar. Even when he isn’t donned in his everyday robes, Zach prefers to dress himself in expensive clothing that makes his family’s affluence well-perceived. His rather extensive wardrobe consists of just about three colors aside from a peppering of green pieces: white, gray and black. The white pieces are mere standards he uses mostly as underneath layers. The grays differ greatly in shades though most of them near dark tints. Zach favours black. Although it contrasts his pale complexion considerably, it is a much better choice than to have bright colors wash out what little color he has.
His clothing, everyday or otherwise, is always impeccable in appearance and fit on Zach's physique. And why not, when he has resources to fabric a chosen few can be able to procure and personal tailors that make the clothing fit for him alone? He sets aside a generous amount of time in inspecting his overall appearance and settles for no less than perfection. Never will one see Zach in tattered jeans or frayed shirts even in the worst of conditions.
Oreius stands at a respectable five-feet-eleven-inches in height, as tall as his father was at such an age. He takes full advantage, walking with the correct posture he was always taught to have and a casual but purposeful gait; he also employs his comparatively lofty height to frown upon those he and his family detest. While Zach's height is derived from his father, his body frame comes from his mother; slender and lithe that bears fine musculature, suiting him for more graceful movements. His body structure is one that never seems to harbor an additional ounce of fat. With Quidditch training and activities that occupy his attention at home, like fencing, broom-racing and archery, Zach has kept his body in shape. He is also obligated to exercise daily but has lately been forsaking it and hence is bestowed with the consequences of an ostensibly ill façade, little as the changes may be.
His trim physique is recurrently misjudged as frail; brute physical strength has never been his specialty, preferring to make use of his sentry-like companions to do the intimidating for him in that area though he has a sizeable capability of strength himself. His shoulders, neither broad nor undersized for a teenager, have his collarbone jutting out slightly. He naturally walks with them squared ostentatiously. Endowed with long but deft limbs, his air of aplomb and refinement is all the more accentuated.
Anything else?: Nope
