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full name: lucius malfoy

known sobriquets: luc, luca - only by especially close friends

blood status: pureblood

known languages: english, latin

birthplace: wiltshire, england

gender & pronouns: cis  man,  he/him

orientation: bisexual,  biromantic

ethnicity: white

date of birth & age:  december  20th,  twenty.

zodiac: capricorn

eye color: pale grey

hair color: golden-brown

build & height: 5′11 / ~180cm  ; moderately tall & slim

identifying marks & scars: a curved and faded scar behind his right ear

ABOUT            .

there are some people who will talk disparagingly about those who had been ‘born with a silver spoon in their mouths’, and then there are others who sneer at the thought of dining from anything other than pure silver. the silver spoon, lucius had always known, was a poor man’s metaphor. however, the malfoys dined from gleaming sets of charmed silver plates and dining instruments that sparkled like starlight and made the type of silver people usually thought of look about as precious as tin. it was a mark of the family, being a beacon of shining light amidst the sacred twenty eight. a malfoy always sparkled, gleamed, and glowed with visible luxury and privilege. before the old ways bowed to the new, they were kings and queens. now, they were ministry officials and heads of department and had a weighty investment in every security measure used throughout magical london.  the malfoy name had always and would always be synonymous with power. the family was about as ancient as they come and rivaled only by the likes of the most ancient and noble house of black - it had never been a secret that lucius and a handful of his peers were the cream of the crop, assuredly pure and pristine. the importance of magical politics, of purity and protection had been drilled into his malleable mind from as early as the age of four. to be a malfoy was to be born into a legacy that demanded careful cultivation. when he walked through the forbidding portrait-lined corridors of the manor he grew up in he could almost feel the weight of history settling around his shoulders, could hear the shouts and cries of the practitioners who’d burned so that the fortunate few could survive.  lucius had been primed from a young age to understand such things, and as a side effect from living in an insulated echo-chamber, it made sense to him, the roots of the ideology he’d been coaxed to swallow down: muggles had the means and the desire to destroy magic. as long as muggles were allowed to infiltrate wixen society, wixen were in danger. what didn’t exactly make sense to him was the way the dynamic had twisted and shifted into that of a mere matter of violence and vengeance. while he would sooner insult a hippogryff than eagerly fraternize with a muggle or muggleborn, lucius secretly, privately, found it hard to justify the idea of violence against muggleborns or their magicless counterparts  –  they were not their ancestors, and innocents did not deserve to burn for crimes they hadn’t ever committed.  he could never, would never breathe a word of that aloud. he couldn’t  ––  even if his father, abraxas, wasn’t a vocal blood purist with fanatic views on revenge that bordered on biblical, all of his friends  ––  all of the friends his family had carefuly chosen for him  ––  were more or less cut from the same cloth. to speak a single thought that hadn’t already been chosen for him and pressed free of wrinkle or error was to assure a fate worse than a dementor’s kiss. and besides, once he was old enough to form his own opinions, he was also old enough to understand that silver starlight must be paid for  ––  either in coin or in blood.  and lucius liked his silver.

PERSONALITY            .

lucius is quiet  ––  not out of introversion, as he can usually be seen surrounded by his fellow pureblood students, but out of choice. he’s learned over the years to hide any true emotional responses with a mask of deference or indifference, depending on the situation. often it’s indifference that he manages to make look haughty, boredom that feels like an insult even though he would never let so much as a tainted word leave his lips. each word he chooses to speak out loud is one that he’s already chosen carefully and inspected thoroughly before sending it out into the world. he’s very particular about what he does and does not say.

he plays the part of the spoiled, haughty, slytherin prince perfectly - partially because he enjoys it, but partially also because he knows that being a malfoy requires a certain level of public performance that is both expected and required of him. underneath that public persona he’s softer, but only a few people have ever seen this side of him. if anyone claims he’s even slightly sensitive or gentle he’ll categorically deny it and hex whoever started that filthy rumor into next week. because he spends so much of his time biting back true emotions he really doesn’t know how to be vulnerable or how to cope with real feelings. the idea of opening up and being close enough to another person to ask them to love him and hope that they love him back is terrifying, no thank you. how is he supposed to trust anyone like that? he’s resigned himself to the idea of an arranged, loveless, cold marriage. that’s safer. he also doesn’t really know what to do with anger, sadness, jealousy, etc. which is a little... toxic but through sneaking muggle cigarettes, dueling club, drinking copious amounts of jasmine tea, sneaking down to the greenhouses at night to garden even though he has the opposite of a green thumb and nothing he ever tries works, and other ~activities he’s slowly learned how and when to let off just enough steam that he doesn’t shatter like glass.

POSSIBLE CONNECTIONS            .

snake gang buddies  ––  the type of people his parents would expect him to be friends with, namely, pureblood slytherins or purebloods of any kind

dueling club people  ––  lucius loves dueling!! he’s a stickler for the rules and regulations and he’s honestly quite talented at slinging hexes and jinxes

secret friend/fling/etc.  ––  some kind of relationship, whether friendship or something more, between lucius and someone he really couldn’t ever be seen talking to in public. most likely a halfblood or a muggleborn

true friend  ––  the only person he feels like he can be himself around, the only person he can trust with his true thoughts and feelings, the first few tendrils of doubt in pureblood supremacy, his softer side, etc.