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Name: Draco Malfoy
Age: 20
Physical Appearance: Draco’s used to be a lanky and tall boy with sharp features and hair that could be considered pretty. Now, however, after a somewhat trying period of living in hiding, the features that once were so pale and proud and beautiful have become more rugged and manly. Still pointy and angular, but more mature than the scrawny brat he used to be at Hogwarts. Draco still has light, light eyes and blonde hair that has dulled with his new criminal life and he’s still a lithe individual, but if his mother saw him now…
Education: 6 years at Hogwarts. Then all hell broke loose and he had to flee.
Occupation: Little too busy for that at the moment.
Significant Other: Terribly alone. And cold. So very cold.
Sexual Preference: Bollocks to that, he’s in too much trouble to think about sex!
History: Draco comes from a family that is of the old blood. In short, he’s an inbred little twerp that may or may not have hemophilia. The way his parents handled him, there may have been love exchanged, but it wouldn’t be the tangible and recognizable form it is for many families. It’s an aloof love, but strong enough to foster in Draco a deep connection with his parents and force a pride in his heritage that almost landed him in a bad place.

His hatred of Harry stemmed from Draco’s appreciation for Voldemort, the bastard’s defense of Mudbloods, and the other boy’s insistence at being so damned good. Harry Potter meddled in places he had no business being, and got Draco’s father captured by the enemy. That’s why when Draco was offered the mission to take out Dumbledore, he accepted it without a second thought. Until the days wore on, at least, and the closer he got to needing to do the deed. In short, he couldn’t go through with the deed and Draco was forced into hiding.

Of course, it didn’t stop there. Not only was he wanted by the good guys, but the bad guys for not fulfilling his duties, and the splinted group that as yet are just anarchists. Him and his father. However, Draco still hadn’t found Lucius and was beginning to despair of ever doing so. His only glimmer of hope was the correspondence he kept with Snape who kept him informed via owl, and even that light was beginning to flicker out. With the situation growing ever more desperate, Draco was forced to take refuge on the fringes of wizard civilization, taking what he can and giving nothing back. For awhile, all he can do is exist and stay one step ahead of everyone who wants his head on a sharp stick.

Then there was the day he returned to Hogwarts ready to accept any sort of help he could from whomever would give it. And there was bloody stupid Potter with his bloody stupid kindness. Things sort of…progressed from there, really.
Personality in seven words or less: Arrogant, pompous, loyal, proud, clever, determined
How Others Perceive Your Character: Arrogant, pompous, clever, determined. An ass.
Beliefs, Convictions, Morals: Draco’s got some serious thinking to do on life, his place in it and so forth. He used to think Voldemort was the way to go, and now…life as a wanted man’s given him a few new perspectives. About the only thing he’s sure of these days is his name.
Reason(s) for Escaping to Canada: Draco craves companionship, or at least a grace period from being hunted like an animal. Canada is where Snape wound up, so Draco figured the best place to go would be to the reasonably safe shelter of Snape’s place.
Their DHAs [Dreams, Hopes, and Aspirations] for Canada: To not be utterly loathed for just a little while.

Twenty-Questions for the Characters:

1. What turns them on: Power.
2. What turns them off: Pink
3. Would they see a shrink: It’s far too late for a shrink.
4. Worst Childhood experience: Visiting Lucius in prison.
5. Favorite Film: I don’t put stock in Muggle amenities.
6. Favorite Song: I remember there was a song I heard once in a Muggle shop…I believe it was called “Wonderful.” Something about Everclear.
7. Favorite Word: Freedom
8. Least Favorite Word: Jail
9. Favorite Curse Word: Bollocks. Fuck. Hell. Arse. Shit. All of them, really.
10. Best gift ever received: My first broomstick. I remember zipping about the yard while my parents watched.
11. Sound or Noise they hate: Footsteps
12. Sound or Noise they love: Silence. Silence is safety.
13. Do they know the answer to 64 million dollar question: What the hell is that? Some ruddy Muggle invention I assume.
14. [Complete the sentence] ... All the world's a stage... A rather poor one at that. It’s covered in dirt and badly lit.
15. Did Yoko Ono really break up the Fab Four: They probably had it coming, whoever they were.
16. Chuck Norris or Bruce Lee: If you’re going to persist in grilling me about Muggle culture, you’re better off quitting now.
17. Half full or half empty: What do you think? I’m living in bloody hiding for Merlin’s sake!
18. Coke or Pepsi: Neither, thank you.
19. If they were a Jellybean flavor, which one: Lemon. I’m an acquired taste.
20. And, finally, if Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates? It’s all over now. You don’t have to worry anymore.




Disclaimer: Definitely not JK Rowling, I make no profit off this and really, this is just an RP journal for a very not canon at all Draco Malfoy. Please don't castrate me or complain about his non-canonness. Chances Are I've noticed it already. This is for aternaville.

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