Post by Maeve Malfoy on Jun 7, 2007 20:07:31 GMT
The Character
Name: Maeve Emerald Malfoy Junior (Yes, Junior.)
Nicknames (if any): Mae, or Mal, or even for some, Junior, if you're lucky.
Age & Year: 17, seventh year
Blood: Pureblood
Wand: ebony wand with snake carvings in the handle and extending to three inches into the shaft, 15 3/4 inches, fairy hair
Personality: Her personality varies depending on who she's with...
Friends: With friends, although Maeve doesn't consider many people her friends, she knows she's above them, and acts accordingly. She might decide to be nice to a select few in private, but other than that, she as arrogant as her ancestor Draco.
Enemies: With her enemies Maeve doesn't act much different. With the exception of hexing them while their backs are turned, cursing them, constantly getting them in trouble, and... okay, I lied. She's a little more different. She's very sly and loves to cause trouble for her enemies. If ever she does something wrong, she always plays the victim and blames her enemies.
Family: Maeve respects her family as a pureblood would be raised. Being an only child to a powerful name, her parents require much from her. Secretly, she doesn't like being around them, but she doesn't want to die either.
Friends: With friends, although Maeve doesn't consider many people her friends, she knows she's above them, and acts accordingly. She might decide to be nice to a select few in private, but other than that, she as arrogant as her ancestor Draco.
Enemies: With her enemies Maeve doesn't act much different. With the exception of hexing them while their backs are turned, cursing them, constantly getting them in trouble, and... okay, I lied. She's a little more different. She's very sly and loves to cause trouble for her enemies. If ever she does something wrong, she always plays the victim and blames her enemies.
Family: Maeve respects her family as a pureblood would be raised. Being an only child to a powerful name, her parents require much from her. Secretly, she doesn't like being around them, but she doesn't want to die either.
Appearance: Straight, light blonde hair that barely reached her shoulders would cover her even lighter blue-grey eyes if she didn't tuck her strands behind her ears. Her skin tone is pale and fair, any lighter and people would believe she was a ghost. She was slightly shorter than average and has an athletic body from Quidditch. Her face is usually caught in an emotionless state, rarely does she show her emotion, and when she does, it's a sneer or smirk to represent annoyed or success. She has cutting scars on her arms. Whenever she wears short sleeved shirts, she wears glamor charms to cover them up, otherwise, she'll leave them showing just for her eyes only.
History: Maeve was born June 10, 2082 to Douglas Malfoy and Maria Malfoy. She was raised to be a proper, good, pureblood girl. She inherited her looks from her father's side of the family. Her family had a reputation of being blonds with blue eyes. Maeve found that out from the books in her family's library in the Malfoy Manor. Since she was young, she was taught by the book how to be a righteous pureblood, and told that she was better than anybody with lowly blood and no magic, including blood traitors.
Maeve was forced to attend many balls and formal parties growing up. During one particular party, Maeve's parents sprung on her that she was to be wedded by she graduated Hogwarts to a boy who would be attending Durmstrang. Her parents were arranging her wedding day before Maeve was even in Hogwarts. Maeve acted liking the guy, but truthfully, she hated him. And still does today, just six years later. Also, he scared her a bit with how obsessed he is over her.
Maeve had been attending Hogwarts for five years now, and every week she had gotten a few letters, one from her mother, one from her father, and one from her betrothed. She would open them, and scan them, then burn them in the fire of her common room. Maeve hated being told what to do. It was in the genes. She had read somewhere that her ancestor Draco Malfoy had, too, hated what to be told.
Maeve had made quick 'friends' with her parents' friends' children. She acts a lot in her life around people, and the situations she was in with these people, were no exception to her acting. Being alone was what Maeve loved. Besides classes and being the best she could be. Things she hated most defiantly included the people that called themselves friends, even if they were stupid idiots following her orders, and her parents. She just acted well.
While at school, she made many friends, but she fell in love with one of them, a boy name Ashton. When she found out he didn't like girls, she started cutting herself, but soon realized that she doesn't have to have Ash as a boyfriend, but she can have him as a brother-best-friend and she could love him more that way.
Maeve was forced to attend many balls and formal parties growing up. During one particular party, Maeve's parents sprung on her that she was to be wedded by she graduated Hogwarts to a boy who would be attending Durmstrang. Her parents were arranging her wedding day before Maeve was even in Hogwarts. Maeve acted liking the guy, but truthfully, she hated him. And still does today, just six years later. Also, he scared her a bit with how obsessed he is over her.
Maeve had been attending Hogwarts for five years now, and every week she had gotten a few letters, one from her mother, one from her father, and one from her betrothed. She would open them, and scan them, then burn them in the fire of her common room. Maeve hated being told what to do. It was in the genes. She had read somewhere that her ancestor Draco Malfoy had, too, hated what to be told.
Maeve had made quick 'friends' with her parents' friends' children. She acts a lot in her life around people, and the situations she was in with these people, were no exception to her acting. Being alone was what Maeve loved. Besides classes and being the best she could be. Things she hated most defiantly included the people that called themselves friends, even if they were stupid idiots following her orders, and her parents. She just acted well.
While at school, she made many friends, but she fell in love with one of them, a boy name Ashton. When she found out he didn't like girls, she started cutting herself, but soon realized that she doesn't have to have Ash as a boyfriend, but she can have him as a brother-best-friend and she could love him more that way.
RP Sample: (Only if you are applying for a cannon character) Okay, I don't know if you want this, but I'll give you one anyway.
This is now a topic called "Running from the Betrothed"
Entering Diagon Alley Hogsmeade for the umpteenth time in her life, Maeve headed for the usual shop she hung out in. Yeah, that's right, the Quidditch Supplies Honeydukes shop. One of the many places Maeve could actually stand to be in while her parents 'friends' blabber what to buy her do. But today, she was alone...with a lot of money her parents gave her to spend on whatever she wanted. She had all of her books she needed for her fifth year at Hogwarts.
Maeve was close to the store when something caught her eye. She was not going to live today down, was she? Turning her head, causing her blonde hair to fall from behind her ears, she saw what she had hoped she hadn't and wouldn't. Her betrothed.
"Maybe he's here with someone else and I can tell mother and father that he cheated on me, acting like I cared. Even though I wouldn't." she mumbled to herself, and turned her head back to the store a little.
But of course, Merlin had something against her. What had she done to deserve this? Her betrothed had spotted her and was heading this way. Maeve made a quick decision and decided to use her small figure to her advantage.
She ran. She ran until she thought he was far enough behind not to see her duck into a shop. Maeve quickly walked through the store before she came to a complete stop. Bending over slightly, Maeve breathed deeply and got her heart beat back to normal, although it didn't really change much, Quidditch was harder than that.
Maeve straightened up, and fixed her hair behind her ears. She was about to smirk when she heard the door open and a familiar voice call her name. "Bloody hell, does he not give up?" she whispered to herself before starting to run.
Or at least, try to run. Maeve's head had been turned to see behind her when she started and has knocked into someone, landing on them slightly, she caught herself mostly with her hands. Maeve looked down at the kid's face she landed on to see he was staring back at her. She got off of him and looked back towards where she heard her fiance's voice.
Turning back to the boy, she said, calmly, "Please help me." And it wasn't easy, her asking for help. But desperate times call for desperate measures.
And this was a desperate time!
Maeve was close to the store when something caught her eye. She was not going to live today down, was she? Turning her head, causing her blonde hair to fall from behind her ears, she saw what she had hoped she hadn't and wouldn't. Her betrothed.
"Maybe he's here with someone else and I can tell mother and father that he cheated on me, acting like I cared. Even though I wouldn't." she mumbled to herself, and turned her head back to the store a little.
But of course, Merlin had something against her. What had she done to deserve this? Her betrothed had spotted her and was heading this way. Maeve made a quick decision and decided to use her small figure to her advantage.
She ran. She ran until she thought he was far enough behind not to see her duck into a shop. Maeve quickly walked through the store before she came to a complete stop. Bending over slightly, Maeve breathed deeply and got her heart beat back to normal, although it didn't really change much, Quidditch was harder than that.
Maeve straightened up, and fixed her hair behind her ears. She was about to smirk when she heard the door open and a familiar voice call her name. "Bloody hell, does he not give up?" she whispered to herself before starting to run.
Or at least, try to run. Maeve's head had been turned to see behind her when she started and has knocked into someone, landing on them slightly, she caught herself mostly with her hands. Maeve looked down at the kid's face she landed on to see he was staring back at her. She got off of him and looked back towards where she heard her fiance's voice.
Turning back to the boy, she said, calmly, "Please help me." And it wasn't easy, her asking for help. But desperate times call for desperate measures.
And this was a desperate time!