Cape and Cowl Application
[PLAYER INFO]
NAME: Gina
AGE: 27
JOURNAL: korikatamarisan
IM: Plurk: squidmagician
E-MAIL: gurhlfawkes@gmail.com
RETURNING: nope!
[CHARACTER INFO]
CHARACTER NAME: Lucius Abraxas Malfoy
FANDOM: Harry Potter books/movies
CHRONOLOGY: Immediately after the Battle of Hogwarts
CLASS: Hero. Sort of. He’s going to try anyway. Being a “villain” didn’t work out so well for him, so he’s decided to try something new. Still, at this point, he’s a wandless, hopeless, broken shell of a man, so he’s not much of a hero.
SUPERHERO NAME: Lucius Malfoy needs no other name, thank you very much.
ALTER EGO: Lucius Malfoy - currently unemployed. He used to work for the Minsitry of Magic (the government, essentially) as a Very Important Paper Pusher, back before he got fired for allying himself with the Dark Lord (a.k.a. Public Enemy #1). So he could do something similar if he wasn’t too depressed/drunk to go looking for a job.
BACKGROUND:
Lucius comes from a world where magic is not the stuff of fairy tales but of everyday life - a world full of wizards and witches, where wands are carried as commonly as cell phones are in our world and where spells are used as often as we use household appliances. Folks travel by broom or by apparition - a sort of teleportation - and fantastic creatures, such as dragons and pixies, are very much real.
This world exists alongside our own, but remains carefully hidden. The Ministry of Magic - the governing body of the wizarding world - goes to great lengths to ensure that the existence of their world goes unnoticed by muggles (non-magic folk). That being said, the two worlds do interract to a certain degree. Wizards/witches and muggles do meet from time to time. Sometimes they fall in love, get married, have children. This all may sound perfectly natural to us, but to Lucius and a number of his colleagues, this is an abomination.
The Malfoys are one of the wizarding world’s oldest and most prestigious pureblood families. No Malfoy has ever married a muggle, and if Lucius had his way, neither would anyone else. He is passionate about maintaining purity, and so, when a powerful wizard by the name of Voldemort appeared, proclaiming his intention to erradicate mudbloods (those of mixed magic and muggle descent), Lucius was eagerly joined the cause.
Though he was marked as one of the Dark Lord’s followers - quite literally, with a tattoo of a snake and skull on his left forearm - he maintained a position at the Ministry and also became one of the Governors of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, one of the premier institutions for magical learning. He was a philanthropist and socialite by day, and an agent of chaos by night - torturing and killing muggles and mudbloods, wreaking havoc and doing whatever was commanded of him to further Voldemort’s reign of terror.
The Dark Lord met his match, however, in a boy named Harry Potter, who according to prophecy, would bring about his demise. In an attempt to get a jump on fate, Voldemort set out to kill the boy. Though they were killed in the attempt, Harry’s parents were able to offer him protection enough that - even though he was only a defenseless baby - he survived the Dark Lord’s assault. In fact, the killing curse rebounded, and the Dark Lord was, apparently, defeated.
The good guys celebrated, and Voldemort’s followers scrambled to avoid prosecution. Lucius - who had laid low and kept his affiliations quiet - managed to keep his reputation untarnished and maintain his status. With the Dark Lord gone, he turns his focus to his son, Draco, and the task of securing for him the best possible future.
Left to his own devices, he would have sent Draco to Durmstrang - another, stricter wizarding school - rather than Hogwarts, which he considers far too lenient in admitting mudbloods. Narcissa would have none of that, however. She wants her son close by. And so, never one to disappoint his beloved wife, Lucius gives in and procures himself a position as one of Hogwarts’ governors. If he can’t send his son to a better school, he will simply work to make this school better.
Little does he know that Dark Lord is lurking, gathering strength and biding his time. It isn’t until the end of Draco’s fourth year that he makes his return known, calling upon his former followers. And Lucius has no choice but to answer. He finds Voldemort displeased. Why did none of supposedly loyal followers search for him in the intervening years? Perhaps they were not so loyal after all…
Fearing the repurcussions should he continue to disappoint his master, Lucius devotes himself to the task of getting back into the Dark Lord’s good graces. But fate seems to have a different idea.
Deep within in the winding halls of the Ministry, a room exists where prophecies are stored. Voldemort wants the prophecy pertaining to he and Potter boy, but Harry has learned of its existence and gets to it first. A face-off ensues between Voldemort’s agents and those protecting Harry, and though he does obtain the prophecy, in a moment of victorious carelessness, it is destroyed. And his own life is shattered as well.
Knocked unconscious in the battle, Lucius is left behind by his allies and thus, apprehended by the Aurors (the magical equivalent of police). He is brought up on charges, tried, convicted, and sent to Azkaban - the notorious wizard prison.
He spends approximately a year there before the Dark Lord breaks out his incarcerated followers. A year in prison may not sound like much, but Azkaban is no ordinary prison. It is a fortress on a rock in the middle of the ocean, guarded by creatures called dementors, who act like leeches, sucking away any happiness their victims may possess, leaving only cold, empty, hopelessness in their wake. Azkaban is notorious for driving its victims mad.
Lucius may have managed to keep his sanity intact, but he returns a pathetic, broken shell of the man he once was. He has been stripped of not only his happiness, but his confidence as well. And upon his return, he finds that the Dark Lord has taken over his home, using it as his personal headquarters. His son has had to fill his shoes during his absence, in many terrible ways. His wife has endured much and has grown to resent him. The terror which fills their lives and haunts their halls was let in by him, after all.
Having lost so much, Lucius falls into a bleak depression, seeking comfort at the bottom of the brandy bottle. He is an utter wreck, but he sees a glimmer of hope still on the horizon. If he just remains loyal to the cause, perhaps there will still be a place for him in the new world Voldemort seeks to create. He follows his master into battle, and just when it becomes clear that the Dark Lord has lost, he finds himself once again torn from the world he knows…
PERSONALITY:
Lucius is, undeniably, a snob. He comes from a long line of snobs. He was snobbily raised by his snobby family (including his especially strict and snobby father) to believe that he is better than everyone else. He is a Malfoy, after all. But he was also a disappointment to his impossible-to-please father. Thus, he grew to place an even greater importance on how he is perceived. Appearances truly are everything to Lucius. His entire sense of self-worth hinges upon what others think of him. If he was to be seen as a snide, condescending snot-head, so be it. Those who disliked him were obviously jealous.
Over the years, he developed an aura of surpreme confidence. His entire being virtually screamed, “I’m fabulous, and I know it.” And that smoothly polished surface was never so much as scratched until his ordeal in Azkaban. And then the dementors shattered it. With none of the trappings of his fantastically successful life to comfort him, no doting wife to reassure him, no outside flattery to shore up his ego, his façade crumbled, and he was forced to stare into the abyss. The abyss stared back, and Lucius saw what he truly was. Nothing. A vacuous, vapid, vacant vessel.
He returns from Azkaban devoid of his prior confidence and snobbery. He is timid now, afraid of his own shadow. He speaks quietly, hesitantly, like a frightened child. He is pitiful, pathetic, and he hates himself for it. He is prone to occasional outbursts, his temper being shorter than it used to be and his self-control severely diminished.
He doesn’t sleep well, suffering from bouts of insomnia when he’s not being terrorized by nightmares. He drinks entirely too much - and he hates himself for bearing such a resemblence to his own alcoholic father - but it’s the only thing he’s found that does anything at all to quell the constant anxiety.
POWER:
Canonly, Lucius has innate magical abilities. He can cast spells that have a variety of effects from providing illumination to bending another person to his will.
In addition, he has the power of Perpetually Impeccable Hair. Now matter what sort of harrowing circusmtances he may find himself in, Lucius will always come out of it with every hair, quite literally, in place.
[CHARACTER SAMPLES]
COMMUNITY POST (FIRST PERSON) SAMPLE:
//audio//
How the bloody hell does this-- Oh. There we are. I think. Blasted muggle technology. I’m not sure this thing is actually working, but if anyone can hear me, I… Well, I… I need some help. I… I’m lost. And I don’t just mean I don’t know where I am (though, I don’t). I mean… I don’t know what I’m doing. What I should be doing. I have nowhere to sleep, nothing to eat, and I don’t know how to find anything…
Good lord, this is embarassing.
I… I’ve never been alone like this. There’s always been someone to… to take care of me. But I can’t find my wife. I don’t think she’s here… I can’t find anyone I know. I’m surrounded by strangers and this place is… It’s so strange. Nothing like home.
Bloody hell, I wish I was home…
LOGS POST (THIRD PERSON) SAMPLE:
Lucius sat huddled on a bench in what he took to be some sort of park, pulling his robes closer, trying to shield himself from a sudden gust of cool, autumn wind that sent a fresh shower of orange and yellow leaves swirling down from the nearby trees. There was a time - it seemed a lifetime ago now - when the sight would have made him smile, when he would have relished the crisp air. But that was before Azkaban. Before he had lost everything. Long before their final battle.
Now the wind chilled him to the very bone and called to mind the frigid air of his tiny cell, the awful presence of dementors, those terrible creatures who had taken every last ounce of happiness from him and left him empty and hopeless. Now the bright, cheerful colors of the leaves seemed mocking. They were dead, after all. Like his dearest friend. And whose fault was that? Who had led him to his demise?
He closed his eyes and took a shuddering breath, forcing the thought away, choking back the threatening tears. Crying would solve nothing. And neither would sitting here on this stupid bench, hunched over like some hideous gargoyle. He was better than this. He was a Malfoy, damn it. And it was time he started acting like one.
FINAL NOTES ABOUT YOUR CHARACTER:
Nothing I can think of. ^_^
NAME: Gina
AGE: 27
JOURNAL: korikatamarisan
IM: Plurk: squidmagician
E-MAIL: gurhlfawkes@gmail.com
RETURNING: nope!
[CHARACTER INFO]
CHARACTER NAME: Lucius Abraxas Malfoy
FANDOM: Harry Potter books/movies
CHRONOLOGY: Immediately after the Battle of Hogwarts
CLASS: Hero. Sort of. He’s going to try anyway. Being a “villain” didn’t work out so well for him, so he’s decided to try something new. Still, at this point, he’s a wandless, hopeless, broken shell of a man, so he’s not much of a hero.
SUPERHERO NAME: Lucius Malfoy needs no other name, thank you very much.
ALTER EGO: Lucius Malfoy - currently unemployed. He used to work for the Minsitry of Magic (the government, essentially) as a Very Important Paper Pusher, back before he got fired for allying himself with the Dark Lord (a.k.a. Public Enemy #1). So he could do something similar if he wasn’t too depressed/drunk to go looking for a job.
BACKGROUND:
Lucius comes from a world where magic is not the stuff of fairy tales but of everyday life - a world full of wizards and witches, where wands are carried as commonly as cell phones are in our world and where spells are used as often as we use household appliances. Folks travel by broom or by apparition - a sort of teleportation - and fantastic creatures, such as dragons and pixies, are very much real.
This world exists alongside our own, but remains carefully hidden. The Ministry of Magic - the governing body of the wizarding world - goes to great lengths to ensure that the existence of their world goes unnoticed by muggles (non-magic folk). That being said, the two worlds do interract to a certain degree. Wizards/witches and muggles do meet from time to time. Sometimes they fall in love, get married, have children. This all may sound perfectly natural to us, but to Lucius and a number of his colleagues, this is an abomination.
The Malfoys are one of the wizarding world’s oldest and most prestigious pureblood families. No Malfoy has ever married a muggle, and if Lucius had his way, neither would anyone else. He is passionate about maintaining purity, and so, when a powerful wizard by the name of Voldemort appeared, proclaiming his intention to erradicate mudbloods (those of mixed magic and muggle descent), Lucius was eagerly joined the cause.
Though he was marked as one of the Dark Lord’s followers - quite literally, with a tattoo of a snake and skull on his left forearm - he maintained a position at the Ministry and also became one of the Governors of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, one of the premier institutions for magical learning. He was a philanthropist and socialite by day, and an agent of chaos by night - torturing and killing muggles and mudbloods, wreaking havoc and doing whatever was commanded of him to further Voldemort’s reign of terror.
The Dark Lord met his match, however, in a boy named Harry Potter, who according to prophecy, would bring about his demise. In an attempt to get a jump on fate, Voldemort set out to kill the boy. Though they were killed in the attempt, Harry’s parents were able to offer him protection enough that - even though he was only a defenseless baby - he survived the Dark Lord’s assault. In fact, the killing curse rebounded, and the Dark Lord was, apparently, defeated.
The good guys celebrated, and Voldemort’s followers scrambled to avoid prosecution. Lucius - who had laid low and kept his affiliations quiet - managed to keep his reputation untarnished and maintain his status. With the Dark Lord gone, he turns his focus to his son, Draco, and the task of securing for him the best possible future.
Left to his own devices, he would have sent Draco to Durmstrang - another, stricter wizarding school - rather than Hogwarts, which he considers far too lenient in admitting mudbloods. Narcissa would have none of that, however. She wants her son close by. And so, never one to disappoint his beloved wife, Lucius gives in and procures himself a position as one of Hogwarts’ governors. If he can’t send his son to a better school, he will simply work to make this school better.
Little does he know that Dark Lord is lurking, gathering strength and biding his time. It isn’t until the end of Draco’s fourth year that he makes his return known, calling upon his former followers. And Lucius has no choice but to answer. He finds Voldemort displeased. Why did none of supposedly loyal followers search for him in the intervening years? Perhaps they were not so loyal after all…
Fearing the repurcussions should he continue to disappoint his master, Lucius devotes himself to the task of getting back into the Dark Lord’s good graces. But fate seems to have a different idea.
Deep within in the winding halls of the Ministry, a room exists where prophecies are stored. Voldemort wants the prophecy pertaining to he and Potter boy, but Harry has learned of its existence and gets to it first. A face-off ensues between Voldemort’s agents and those protecting Harry, and though he does obtain the prophecy, in a moment of victorious carelessness, it is destroyed. And his own life is shattered as well.
Knocked unconscious in the battle, Lucius is left behind by his allies and thus, apprehended by the Aurors (the magical equivalent of police). He is brought up on charges, tried, convicted, and sent to Azkaban - the notorious wizard prison.
He spends approximately a year there before the Dark Lord breaks out his incarcerated followers. A year in prison may not sound like much, but Azkaban is no ordinary prison. It is a fortress on a rock in the middle of the ocean, guarded by creatures called dementors, who act like leeches, sucking away any happiness their victims may possess, leaving only cold, empty, hopelessness in their wake. Azkaban is notorious for driving its victims mad.
Lucius may have managed to keep his sanity intact, but he returns a pathetic, broken shell of the man he once was. He has been stripped of not only his happiness, but his confidence as well. And upon his return, he finds that the Dark Lord has taken over his home, using it as his personal headquarters. His son has had to fill his shoes during his absence, in many terrible ways. His wife has endured much and has grown to resent him. The terror which fills their lives and haunts their halls was let in by him, after all.
Having lost so much, Lucius falls into a bleak depression, seeking comfort at the bottom of the brandy bottle. He is an utter wreck, but he sees a glimmer of hope still on the horizon. If he just remains loyal to the cause, perhaps there will still be a place for him in the new world Voldemort seeks to create. He follows his master into battle, and just when it becomes clear that the Dark Lord has lost, he finds himself once again torn from the world he knows…
PERSONALITY:
Lucius is, undeniably, a snob. He comes from a long line of snobs. He was snobbily raised by his snobby family (including his especially strict and snobby father) to believe that he is better than everyone else. He is a Malfoy, after all. But he was also a disappointment to his impossible-to-please father. Thus, he grew to place an even greater importance on how he is perceived. Appearances truly are everything to Lucius. His entire sense of self-worth hinges upon what others think of him. If he was to be seen as a snide, condescending snot-head, so be it. Those who disliked him were obviously jealous.
Over the years, he developed an aura of surpreme confidence. His entire being virtually screamed, “I’m fabulous, and I know it.” And that smoothly polished surface was never so much as scratched until his ordeal in Azkaban. And then the dementors shattered it. With none of the trappings of his fantastically successful life to comfort him, no doting wife to reassure him, no outside flattery to shore up his ego, his façade crumbled, and he was forced to stare into the abyss. The abyss stared back, and Lucius saw what he truly was. Nothing. A vacuous, vapid, vacant vessel.
He returns from Azkaban devoid of his prior confidence and snobbery. He is timid now, afraid of his own shadow. He speaks quietly, hesitantly, like a frightened child. He is pitiful, pathetic, and he hates himself for it. He is prone to occasional outbursts, his temper being shorter than it used to be and his self-control severely diminished.
He doesn’t sleep well, suffering from bouts of insomnia when he’s not being terrorized by nightmares. He drinks entirely too much - and he hates himself for bearing such a resemblence to his own alcoholic father - but it’s the only thing he’s found that does anything at all to quell the constant anxiety.
POWER:
Canonly, Lucius has innate magical abilities. He can cast spells that have a variety of effects from providing illumination to bending another person to his will.
In addition, he has the power of Perpetually Impeccable Hair. Now matter what sort of harrowing circusmtances he may find himself in, Lucius will always come out of it with every hair, quite literally, in place.
[CHARACTER SAMPLES]
COMMUNITY POST (FIRST PERSON) SAMPLE:
//audio//
How the bloody hell does this-- Oh. There we are. I think. Blasted muggle technology. I’m not sure this thing is actually working, but if anyone can hear me, I… Well, I… I need some help. I… I’m lost. And I don’t just mean I don’t know where I am (though, I don’t). I mean… I don’t know what I’m doing. What I should be doing. I have nowhere to sleep, nothing to eat, and I don’t know how to find anything…
Good lord, this is embarassing.
I… I’ve never been alone like this. There’s always been someone to… to take care of me. But I can’t find my wife. I don’t think she’s here… I can’t find anyone I know. I’m surrounded by strangers and this place is… It’s so strange. Nothing like home.
Bloody hell, I wish I was home…
LOGS POST (THIRD PERSON) SAMPLE:
Lucius sat huddled on a bench in what he took to be some sort of park, pulling his robes closer, trying to shield himself from a sudden gust of cool, autumn wind that sent a fresh shower of orange and yellow leaves swirling down from the nearby trees. There was a time - it seemed a lifetime ago now - when the sight would have made him smile, when he would have relished the crisp air. But that was before Azkaban. Before he had lost everything. Long before their final battle.
Now the wind chilled him to the very bone and called to mind the frigid air of his tiny cell, the awful presence of dementors, those terrible creatures who had taken every last ounce of happiness from him and left him empty and hopeless. Now the bright, cheerful colors of the leaves seemed mocking. They were dead, after all. Like his dearest friend. And whose fault was that? Who had led him to his demise?
He closed his eyes and took a shuddering breath, forcing the thought away, choking back the threatening tears. Crying would solve nothing. And neither would sitting here on this stupid bench, hunched over like some hideous gargoyle. He was better than this. He was a Malfoy, damn it. And it was time he started acting like one.
FINAL NOTES ABOUT YOUR CHARACTER:
Nothing I can think of. ^_^