→ Malfoy, Emmeric, Slytherin, 6th year

the PLAYER

Name/Alias: Sut
Age: 15
How You Found Us: Sica or Yael
Other Characters: None yet

the BASICS

Full Name: Emmeric Laurence Malfoy
Age: Sixteen (seventeen in December)
Year: Sixth
Birthday: December 13
House: Slytherin
Any Pets: Barred owl named "Farris"

the INSIDE

Likes:
o Success
o Silence
o Power
o Cleanliness
o Music
o Sleeping
o Clothing
o Red wine
o Traveling
o Math
Dislikes:
o Writing
o Lots of noise
o Crowded rooms
o Body odour
o Having to get up before nine
o Animals (his owl is the exception)
o Potions (taking them himself)
o Swimming
Favourite Subject: Arithmancy
Least Favourite Subject: Care of Magical Creatures
Personality:
Although Emmeric usually (key word) tries to distinguish himself from his father, one can't help but note the similarities between father and son—and not just in appearance. Emm has a certain aura, a charm if you will, to him that radiates a... a strange vibe. He's cold on the outside, frozen nearly at times, haughty and degrading but with another edge to him. He calculates his moves as precisely as he can, making sure to keep everything in line—how he wants it to be. As a perfectionist, he doesn't like to be corrected mainly because he can't stand to actually be wrong. Not to say he isn't, he just doesn't like it.

Admitting his own faults is something he can do easily in his own head. That being said, he can convince others that they don't exist by voicing them aloud and fabricating details to smooth over those rough edges otherwise known as character flaws. He's a persuasive boy by nature, having learnt at a young age from his father that if he wanted something, he could have it—he just had to be able to convince his father of why it was useful/needed. Want was not a sufficient reason. And through his years, Emmeric has carried this persuasion ability into everything he does.

He'll do his best to sway professors into doing something else; putting on every ounce of charm he thinks is needed. Some of them fall right for it and he can get whatever he wants, then there are the others who see right through Mr. Emmeric Laurence Malfoy and won't give him jack shit.

Living in an uptight household where rules were followed, and disobeying was hardly even an option has carried through to Emmeric. Although he does enjoy the “fun” things in life, and jokes with his friends, it’s difficult to catch him laughing or grinning genuinely in public or in an otherwise “enemy occupied” area. He just doesn’t like to show that sort of emotion to people he most certainly doesn’t trust, and for the most part, like either.

He keeps his friends close, although he can’t say that he’s always one hundred percent honest with them. He’s a natural liar, and on occasion, the lies become compulsive and for days, sometimes weeks, the truth just doesn’t come. He’d rather always find the easiest way out, or to do anything, and if a lie can get him there, then that’s what he’ll use. He’s always been told to get what he wants—and to do it as fast as he can. Time? Why, it’s only a thing used to measure how long one must endure a dull lecture.

the PAST

Father: Draco Malfoy
Mother: Daphne (Greengrass) Malfoy
Brothers: To be decided.
Sisters: Alissa Malfoy - Twin
History:

December 13th, 2000 was a Wednesday like most others in that month and general time. Except that late that night, Emmeric Laurence Malfoy came screaming into the world. He was the first child of the aristocratic Malfoys—Draco and Daphne respectively. The couple were only twenty or so, but they were aged beyond a mere twenty as war tended to do to people. Ever since they’d married, they’d expected children or at least one. Hell that had really only been the reason that they had actually gone and tied the knot. Both needed to continue their blood lines, they liked one another, why not reproduce together?

They’d known one another through school and their parents’ social circles so they certainly weren’t strangers. They hadn’t really mingled or been close friends, but during the war, was there really such thing as friends? Neither thought so, but a marriage and child certainly classified one another as allies—not that they hadn’t been before having both been close Voldemort followers, this simply… well, reinforced the knowledge.

Emmeric was their first child, but not to be their last—Alissa coming into the world just a short period after him, his twin of course. He was born in the cold, and well, maybe that helped shaped what his nature would become, what his childhood would prove to be: cold. His father, well, Draco, as you can imagine, wasn’t really the caring and loving type. Sure, he loved Emmeric… or more the fact that he had Emmeric—that he had a son. He made sure of course that Emmer was well taken care of, only the best nannies for him, the best tutors, and he gave the child what he wanted/needed usually.

But he made sure that Emmeric knew his place. He made sure that his son knew that Draco was head of the house and that his word was absolute law. Any disputes… well, there simply were no disputes. If you had a dispute with Draco, if you felt daring you tried to take it up, and then had marks to show for it. But Emm learnt quickly simply to let the disputes slide and ignore them… better that than deal with an irate father.

Discipline was Draco’s key to success, and Emmeric didn’t hate him for it. It was what he was used to, and although it was never a pleasurable experience, since he didn’t know any better, what did he have to hate? Besides, it shaped him into a form that he came to like. A strong exterior, a biting tongue and sharp instincts. There were other effects as well of course, but those were all he saw—all that his father saw too. And of course an obedient son.

Daphne took a different approach to raising her children. She wasn’t as loving a mother as one might hope for, but she wasn’t as cold as her husband. When she was around, she actually enjoyed being with the children—but that was key: when she was around. As a high-class “socialite” she had many “commitments” to attend to. Her children didn’t make this list very often.

There wasn’t ever any question of Emmeric’s abilities, but that wasn’t because they showed right away. More so because he was a Malfoy. And the first-born Malfoy of that generation—for him to be a squib was unthinkable. As it were, he wasn’t and this was proved on his third birthday when someone took away a new toy and it came zooming right back to him.

And just as the magical abilities had never been doubted, it was crystal clear that upon entering Hogwarts, he would be in Slytherin. There wasn’t another choice. Gryffindor was disgusting, Hufflepuff for the weak, and Ravenclaw was for those who seemed to sit on the fence and read—not the place for a Malfoy.

the OPTIONAL

Wand: Ebony, stiff, nine and one-quarter inches, double unicorn hair core
Boggart: [Worst fear]
Dementor: [worst memory]
Amortentia: [love. three scents]
Broomstick: [model and make]
Patronus: Fox

the REST

Model Claim: Alex Band
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