Post by Lucius Malfoy on Nov 19, 2007 12:13:28 GMT -5
OOC: Hugo, 21y, I'm from Portugal but living in Germany at this moment xD
Charrie: Lucius Malfoy
Age;Year;House:17;7th; Slytherin
Side: Good
Character personality: He likes to spend most of his time flirting or just resting under a tree or in a empty room somewhere, he doesn’t like to mingle very much, hes more of a quite type, you can find him in the library very often also, but normally, with a book opened against his face, with his head leaned back.
Although all his love for himself, he’s an easy person to talk to, more if you’re a girl. The blood type has no matter for him, unless his own, that makes him even more proud of himself, he accepts everyone, unless its some idiot that pisses him of. Muggle Borns, Half Bloods , Pure Blood, its all the same, he will treat everyone the same way.He studies and works hard in classes, not for the points or for the team, but for himself, for the knowledge.
PB: Alex Pettyfer
Sample:Lucius entered the three broomsticks, with a gentle smile to the bartender he hanged his leather jacket next to the door and walked towards the counter. Wearing a tight white shirt a pair of jeans and flips flops he took one hand from his pockets, grabbing his wallet between his fingers "Hey chief!" he greeted the old man with a polite nod "A Firewhiskey please" he asked turning around, resting his elbows on the counter while waiting for his drink. There weren't many people there, but that was for the best, that way he wouldn't have to engage in same long conversation about nothing he's interested in with some guy he never saw before. He would easily make that sacrifice for a pretty girl with a wink and a warm smile, but with a guy, it was different, he wouldn't want to be impolite at the point of telling him that the conversation wasn't pleasing him.
He spotted an empty table, in of the corners of the pub, turning around again to face the bartender as he tapped his shoulder twice, he smiled gently again putting the money on the old man's hand, taking a sip of the firewhiskey before heading to the table.
The burning feeling that drink made, gave him a smile each time he would give the first sip of the night, running through his lips, passing by his tongue and making its way to the stomach by going through the throat. Sitting on an empty chair, he stared the firewhiskey for some time, ignoring everything that was happening around him.
"Green gremlins are greedy and green. Because Marina said so."