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MARLENE MCKINNON.

20, Pureblood. Gryffindor alumnus.

Current occupation: Auror in training, part-time Bartender

Affiliation: Order of the Phoenix

Faceclaim: Amber Heard

BIOGRAPHY:

Marlene had always been too - too loud - too fast - too proud - too quick to judge - too childish, but never enough. 

Born into a big family where she was the only girl, having three older brothers, had always been hard - but it was something she got used to. And even if they were twats at times, she loved them deeply. They were the one to thought her Quidditch, to make her realize how much she enjoys Quidditch. They were the one that made her strong, not to cry at anything…no matter what. They were the one to make her what she is, what she had always been. She also had just boy friends at first, but she didn’t bother about it- boys were honest and she somehow was acting like one for her parent’s luck.

Her childhood was spent in the events of pure society; with a family name like hers-McKinnon, old,noble and pure-it would have been hard not to. It nearly didn’t happen, though. She met plenty of persons  that hated her after. Girl who acts like a boy? That was the lamest excuse to point you were different and Marlene was indeed different. She had always been different from them all, even from her brothers…besides the determination, the blonde locks and blue eyes….they have nothing in common.

Hogwarts changed everything. From the second she entered into the Great Hall and were sorted into the house she actually wanted . Throwing comments here and there like she doesn’t care - throwing hexes to everyone that crosses the line she had settled.  The concentration she has everytime she has a wand in her hands - it’s the same amount of concentration she has when choosing her words towards the one she cares about. She knows words can hurt. While she is amazing with her wand, her mouth is her best weapon ; in two ways, of course.  

Hogwarts years flew fast. Parties over parties, Quidditch matches that were mostly won - bruises made by Quidditch matches and late night meetings . Fun night with her friends, night spent just with him and not wanting to think about tomorrow. She had never thought about tomorrow. None of them did, like…why should you think about tomorrow when everything’s fine today? Although, it wasn’t. 

Then, she was out. Out of her second home, but what to do? Though she herelf suffers from bouts of anxiety and can become easily offended, there are times when she has difficulty removing herself from that bubble and realize that it may be the same for those around her. She would set off any number explosions to honor and defend her loved ones…but she sometimes forgets there’s a danger of them getting taken out by the shrapnel.Everybody was afraid , and Riley understood, she did, but she saw things a little differently; she thought the things always happen for a reason. And while, it took her a while to realize what’s happening and she isn’t still sure of it - she knows she will do anything to make sure her family and friends are alright. And to make sure she will hear the end of the story after all.  The question was terryfing. Quidditch, trainning dragons - Ministry even? No, she had chose to be a bartender. It suited her, it suited her routine…but she didn’t do it all until she applied for Auror trainning also.

The thing about Marlene is that she’s like fire - she’s literally fire. If touched, she will burn you she will destroy you from scratch. But she will also bring heat and love towards you. Passion flies through her veins, and she does nothing without a cause. She moves her body in a way that no one does. She is so concentrated but in the same time she takes everything like it’s a game. Life’s a game, after all. At least for her, it always was.      

TRAITS:

+ Charismatic, Heartful, Determined - Impulsive, Sarcastic, Childish

LUCIUS MALFOY.

20, Pureblood. Slytherin alumnus.

Current occupation: Death Eater, Unemployed

Affiliation: Death Eaters

Faceclaim: Scott Eastwood

BIOGRAPHY:

Son to Abraxas and Silvestra Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy had a look that could kill. From the moment he was born and could look around a room, everyone could instantly see the boy that had been created to carry on the Malfoy name and be the face of terror throughout the Wizarding World. The silver-haired boy was basically the centre of attention at any given time. He was born into Silver and Gold, raised in the lap of luxury at the Malfoy’s family estate, a huge mansion that had been in the family for generations and generations. From the moment he could understand words and phrases and could note something in his little brain, he was taught that he was very special. Firstly, as a Wizard. A wizard born into the Sacred Twenty-Eight. Secondly, as a Pureblood. And Thirdly, as a Malfoy, whose name alone commanded respect due to the considerable influence in the Ministry of Magic and their substantial wealth and social standing in the Wizarding Community in general. Abraxas, a dangerous man who possessed qualities similar to many of Lucius’ ancestors, decided to teach his son about the importance of appearance and ensuring that the Malfoy name was always kept in high regard and status in the Wizarding World if he wanted to be as successful as the other Malfoy men. Having been taught to take pride in his heritage and blood status, Lucius was encouraged to associated himself with pureblood children of other wealthy families who shared the same beliefs as his own family did, thus the reason why he associated with families from the sacred twenty-eight. Abraxas knew well that Lucius was incredibly loving behind closed doors and knew that the heir was extremely impressionable, thus the reason why he was sheltered and told to be friends with children his own age, who believed the same things as Lucius. Lucius knew if he mingled with them and got their trust, he’d never have to branch off to those less fortunate than he was. For as long as he could remember, he had Desdemona Greengrass by his side — The girl he considered his little sister even though she was older than him. And Amycus Carrow, the boy he considered an actual brother and was family.

At the age of eleven, he began attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and was immediately sorted into Slytherin House. The sorting hat didn’t have to think twice about it, as soon as the hat touched his head, it screamed “Slytherin!!” to those in the Great Hall. Slytherin was the perfect place for him. Not that he doubted being placed there, he knew it was basically inevitable. Generations and generations of Malfoys in Slytherin and Lucius wasn’t going to be the first to mess that up. There were numerous like-minded young idealists in the house and he began to mingle with other people who, being shrewd and ambitious like himself, would discreetly discuss the uprising of the Dark Lord and express a shared aspiration to join his cause one day. Lucius excelled in school from his first year and continued with that path throughout the seven years of being in Hogwarts. He always displayed above-average intelligence and ability in the majority, if not all his classes and took great pride in being top of the class. He liked being good at everything. His intellect earned him recognition from the Head of Slytherin House, Professor Horace Slughorn who often favoured him and invited him into a group of specially-selected students, who, like Lucius himself, showed true promise. Whether Slughorn knew it or not, Lucius had him wrapped around his finger and knew that the professor would do anything for the boy if he asked. After all, it was him to suggest to the Headmaster Lucius to be prefect for Slytherin house in his sixth and seventh year.

It was understood from a young age that Lucius would be married very young and presumably to someone of equally high status and wealth as he despite the fact that his mother secretly detested the idea of an arranged marriage. Whilst Abraxas listened to his wife, this was something he couldn’t let slide. He learnt in his sixth year that he was betrothed to none other than Narcissa Black. It definitely took him a while to warm up to the blonde, he constantly told himself that he’d rather have Bellatrix in his life, though the more he got to know Narcissa, the more he realised he could be himself around her. He didn’t have to be ashamed, he could let his walls down around her and it didn’t take him long to fall in love with the younger girl. It was something he’d only admit to a select few; Narcissa, her parents, maybe even his best friends. Though he was happy. For once in his life, he was beaming from ear to ear and it was all because of the princess that turned his world upside down.

The day of his eighteenth birthday was when Lucius was branded with the Dark Mark. Lucius knew the day was coming, he had spent the majority of his life talking about the event with his friends, but he didn’t think it would happen on such a special day. Not that he ever felt special on his birthday — He never really wanted to celebrate it. The ceremony for the mark was long and a wake-up call to him that this was really happening. It put everything into perspective and he knew now, he would be serving a lunatic for as long as he terrorised the Wizarding Community. Despite what family and family connections might think, he HATES it. He doesn’t want to die for a cause that he personally thinks is beyond stupid, but he made a promise and he would fulfil that as much as he possible could.

Lucius left school with flying colours and top grades, (not that anyone doubted that) and the boy decided to travel as much as he could. The girl he was to marry was a year younger than him and he had already promised her that she would finish her last year at Hogwarts and her last year of basically being a child, in spite of the Malfoy’s and Blacks’ family wishes. Lucius went from country to country, wanting to experience as much as possible before he had to return and prepare for a life with the girl who would become his wife. He wrote to her daily, ensuring to keep contact with her considering he missed the girl more than ever. Though he knew it would make them closer than ever — Which it did. Things weren’t easy for Lucius and Narcissa, but it still made them closer and stronger than ever.

Cut to a year later from leaving Hogwarts. 1979. The twenty year old is as happier than ever with his beautiful wife by his side and the empire they’re slowly but surely building.  Lucius is still coasting along with the family money, though it hasn’t stopped him from investing here and there. Lucius is thinking for the future. Not only does he have his wife to think about, but also his future family and for generations and generations after. It’s not like Lucius is living off Abraxas money, he’s living off his ancestors money more than anything. Married young with a bloodthirsty drive for success, Lucius is determined to make his claim in the world. Not because he’s serving the Dark Lord. But because he’s Lucius Malfoy. It’s as simple as that.

TRAITS:

+ Determined, Intelligent, Loyal. - Impulsive, Arrogant, Aggressive.