Stauros Malfoy

This is an Independent OC roleplay blog, Stauros Malfoy, Harry Potter Fandom. Other OC friendly, Multi-fandom friendly, Canon Character friendly as well; I absolutely adore crossovers. EST timezone.

[ Short summary - is Abraxas’s Father, Lucius’s Grandfather. Scroll down to see more information. ]

[[ Main can be found HERE ;; this is a sideblog to my Lucius Malfoy ]]

* RULES / GUIDELINES *

1. OOC =/= IC. I haven’t had this happen to me yet, but.. I have heard about it happening to others. So ye. I’m not Stauros, nor do I want to be.

2. My default ship is naturally, with either his first wife, Aurelia, or his second, Amelia. But I ship chemistry too. :) Not to mention, he wasn’t the MOST faithful, especially in his first marriage, oops.

3. NO SMUT. I’m just not comfortable writing it. We can write the foreplay, but after that... fade to black please.

4. EST timezone. So preferably timezones close to mine, because I’m very excited about writing this fellow, lol. But it’s also okay if you have a far different one as well. The timezone thing hasn’t really been the biggest issue for me, but I have gotten some people before from like Australia, and sometimes rping can be not as engaging then.

5. 21+. Just because it’ll be easier to write with y’all that way, and I don’t have to feel awkward about things. I am 31 yrs old, as of writing this. 9/13/21.

6. Don’t bring the JKR drama around me. We are here to bond with each other. I just worry because it is/can be a sensitive issue with other fans.  

7. I don’t, will not, tag triggers... I have my reasons, and I do believe exposure therapy is a good thing... So one can be desensitized to what had happened to them. So please, knowing this is a man who can be cruel... take care of yourself and explore this blog with caution, knowing I don’t tag stuff.

8.  [ Updated as necessary. ]

* ABOUT THE CHARACTER, SOME QUICK FACTS *

-Full BIO can be found HERE.

- The Patriarch lands right above Abraxas in terms of the Family Tree. He is Abraxas’s Father, and Lucius’s Grandfather. As the usual for Malfoy Men, he has platinum blonde hair and has it long. His FC is Harry Lloyd.

- marries Amelia, knowing full well she is a Half-blood, lies about her being a Pureblood outside of the Family

- slacked off a bit in school

- [updated as necessary]

* VERSES *

v: normal - 1915 to 1985.

v: Ghost - Post death ; so Draco’s Era can interact with him, or this simply doesn’t have to exist, and we can stretch his deathdate to be later.

“… Hey… Hey buddy. You alive?”

Deimos found himself knelt down beside the motionless figure, torn between checking their pulse and not risk waking them up to a misunderstanding.

“Cuz if not, y’know, I’m callin’ dibs on your stuff.”

Deimos. Why are you like this-

Swimming -- 

That’s what his head felt like as he attempted to sit up. A groan escaped from him -- what the hell just happened? Still disorientated, the wizard dug into his inner coat pocket to pull out his wand towards the stranger. 

‘‘W-Who are you?” he cracked out, blood still pouring a bit down the side of his head.  

Feeling a little bold, Ellen raised an eyebrow and stepped away from the wall closing the gap between the two of them a little as she looked directly at him. “You don’t give up, do you?” she asked, curious. “Well why don’t you tell me what makes Malfoy’s so special and why I should just give it up?” 

green eyes widening, wes ushered stauros inside quickly, bumping the door shut with her hip and leading him to the kitchen. “sit down.” she ordered, going into the bathroom to root around for the first aid kit. she returned with it a moment later. “coat off. what happened?”

Cont. from @formermalfoypatriarch​ || Stauros & Ellen (x) 

Ellen stared at him for a moment before shaking her head. “I’d call it more than a bit older. I’m flattered, truly I am, and don’t get me wrong, you’re very handsome. But are you sure you actually do?” 

@formermalfoypatriarch

Walburga had only recently had her third son, Regulus.

The raven haired boy being seven and two years younger than his older brothers was both a blessing and a curse. Sirius is in his terrible twos, but Lucius is old enough to offer a bit of assistance when needed.

Abraxas, of course, is no help. Instead, they are back to their usual habits with a newborn added to the mix. This means pausing the duels when a shrill cry is heard and getting what little sleep is possible.

And today, Stauros is scheduled to meet his youngest grandson, only two weeks old. Abraxas is, thankfully, not home.

It will just be Walburga and her three sons.

Speaking of Stauros, she heads to the door with Sirius on her hip and answers.

Despite the recent events, she still looks as intimidating and poised as ever.

A sigh through the nose. 

It was only expected -- somewhat -- that his son seemed like a wild child to put it lightly, and on top of that, a WILD adult as well. Due to both platinum blondes not having the best history per se, Stauros had missed when the boy had been born. It certainly didn’t help that he had been busy at the time, either. 

He could only hope Walburga had a handle on the relationship, as crazy it had seemed. 

He straightened up and adjusted his cufflinks once more as he waited -- but finally, she had opened the door, and he snapped to attention. 

A touch of softness was on his otherwise coldened exterior, as he nodded at the woman. 

‘‘Walburga -- how are you today?” 

An attempt to HOPEFULLY break the ice. 

“what could possibly be so important that you’re on my doorstep at two in the morning?” wednesday asked, rubbing sleep from her eyes and reiterating the fact that it was disgustingly late - early? ugh. 

‘‘Example --” Stauros started, as he lifted the side of his expensive coat to reveal some blood on his clothes. A cough. 

Viserys Targaryen icons (x40)

Open: m/f 25+ Connection: anyone younger than her, maybe someone who works for her, a friend’s kid/younger sibling etc. Nothing ta*boo please. 

“You don’t want me.” Ellen insisted, having stepped outside an lit up a cigarette, eyes falling onto them. “You want some kind of fantasy, and I get it. There’s a thrill there, it’s exciting, but you need to go out there and find someone your own age. You can have anyone you want, love. You don’t need to be wasting your time chasing me.”

muse: wes open to: any and all!

“it’s two o’clock in the morning, can i help you?”

“Why would I care who your wife is, sir?” he asks, maintaining his facade, “It isn’t my business who your wife is. I cannot help it if your son is unaware of the consequences of discussing topics meant to be kept private, or if someone else has taken to spreading rumors. If my family has said anything that is untrue, I apologize on behalf of them.”

Stauros sighed through his nose. Damn Blacks. Note to Self, don’t let any future generations have relationships to any Blacks...  

Your Result:lavender

oh moon child, restless sleeper, tell me what it's like to dream? you float along the margins of reality, picking up the pieces of fallen memories to sculpt into your own realm. you are searching, but your tongue is quiet, quiet, quiet. open your mouth and sing my dear, silence only does you good for so long. and here you planted roots in the darkness, where not even the moon can reach your leaves. there is such a thing as being too practical, for you sail your ship on perpetually calm waters, and never have you spotted land. your mind has wings, uncage them! allow yourself to dream, you are not too far gone. there is no such thing! trust in yourself dear.

Tagged nu: @truesymphony