Post by lucius malfoy on Aug 27, 2012 18:05:36 GMT -5
Lucius Abraxas Malfoy
Lucius was born to Abraxas Malfoy and his wife in 1994. His family was part of an aristocratic pureblood line, infamous for Dark Magic. He wore his family name well, a talented young man with the confidence in his superiority and a knack for dark arts. He was placed in Slytherin house the moment the hat touched his head.
In school he was quite popular among the other Slytherins, befriending Severus Snape as well as many others. He was talented in not only defense against the dark arts, but potions, earning himself a spot in the Slug Club. He also became a Prefect, and loved to abuse the power. Now, in his seventh year, Lucius will strive to further his impression on Hogwarts, determined to make the mudbloods miserable and rise up their superiors.
He is cruel, ruthless, and arrogant; A prejudice pureblood Malfoy through and through.Though smooth and confident, Lucius is truly a selfish and cowardly prat. He looks out first and foremostly for himself. Some may say that because of his nature, he would be unable to love, but for a precious few the emotion comes through.
The smallest smile played on Joseph's lips as his master commended him on his loyalty, pleased at the slight acknowledgement, quite an accomplishment for a death eater. He bowed once more in answer to the command, and then took his seat next to the Dark Lords own.
Joseph observed each death eater as they entered, his face expressionless. One of the last to arrive was a young, blonde girl. Keira Robinson. He despised the girl for her youthful arrogance, her disloyalty, and the fact that Tom Riddle seemed to dismiss it; His eyes met hers, and he allowed a smirk to flash across his face.
Joseph wasn't the only one paying attention to the young lady, and he noticed as The Dark Lord looked her up and down as if she were a meal. Joseph was tempted to argue as she was instructed to accompany her master to the table, but decided it better not to question The Dark Lord's judgement or power.
The death eater's pale blue eyes watched Tom Riddle intently as he explained the ink on his arm- The Dark Mark. Suddenly, an ice cold hand gripped his wrist, and though it didn't show on his exterior, he was thoroughly startled by the sudden contact.
Joseph knew what was going to happen in an instant, and braced himself for pain; The wandtip dug into his skin with a sharp pain, and then suddenly pain exploded, as if a small hand grenade had gone off in his hand. He blocked the pain out of his mind to the best of his ability, only dulling the sensation, and gritted his teeth, but otherwise kept his composure; Joseph knew what The Dark Lord was doing- This was a test, an example to the other Death Eaters, and he knew that his master was thoroughly enjoying it. Either way, he would not disappoint.
He sucked in a sharp breath as the pain intensified, and then it was gone. Joseph did not let the relief show on his face. He looked down at the knew mark on his arm, a skull and snake to match The Dark Lord's. The pain as his master summoned him was nothing compared to the brandishing itself, but the pain was pain all the same. Joseph resisted the urge to wince, and kept a straight face, this time without pain flashing in his eyes as he knew it had at the last moments of the brandishing. He doubted anyone aside from perhaps his master had noticed.
Keira was the next to have her arm snatched from its resting place on the table, and the thought of watching her go through the pain he just had was twistedly appealing to Joseph. A wicked grin danced on Joseph's features as the Dark Lord requested he do the honor of brandishing the insolent girl, something he had not expected. "An honor, My Lord" he replied, taking Keira's arm in a firm grip and drawing his own wand. He repeated the Dark Lord's incantation and pressed his wand into Keira's fair forearm. Hard.
