Character App: Julian Malfoy

[julian]

{ JULIAN MALFOY .




' I'm tired of being what you want me to be
Feeling so faithless, lost under the surface
I don't know what you're expecting of me
Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes
.

{ THE PLAYER .
who pulls the strings.

Alias: Jordan
Age: how old are you? 16
How did you find this site: Word of mouth
Any other characters: not of this moment

{ THE CHARACTER .
quick info.

Character's Full Name: Julian Draco Malfoy
Age Seventeen
Year Seventh
House: Slytherin
Blood Line: Pure

{ THE LOOKS .
what you look like.

Hair: Long locks of the infamous platnium blonde Malfoy hair. Smooth and silky, and falls in his face alot. Very bright when in the sun, and still sticks out in the dark.
Eyes: Icy blue, matches his fathers down to the last speck. Penetrating when looked straight at. His eyes can work wonders on anyone, and tend to show nothing of his true thoughts.
Skin:Julian's skin is fair, and can be tan after spending time in the sun. His skin is not white like his fathers, it has color to it.
General Appearance [Two Paragrahs]: Julian is well built. He spends a lot of time exercising and working on becoming more physically fit. He has six pack abs that he doesn't like to show alot. He has very broad shoulders, giving him a very masculine look. His arms are huge, and very muscled, when flexed, you can see every muscle in his arm clearly. He stands at an intimidating 6' 3''

Julian has a very defined face. His face has very distnict cheekbones and his jawline is very sharp. The entire look of his face is angular and he looks almost Italian, if not for the blonde hair and blue eyes. His nose is slim and runs down in a nice angle. It is not to small, nor too large for his face. He considers it just the right size and fits him perfectly.

Julian's smile is amazing as people put it. It is somewhat rare to see, seeing as everyone expects the Malfoys to smirk so he rarely ever shows his smile. His teeth are perfectly white and straight. When he smiles he tends to light up a whole room. His cheekbones become very high when he smiles, and he looks innocent in a way. When Julian is not around the pressure of expectations he smiles a lot.

{ THE PERSONALITY .
inside is what counts.

Patronus: [If fifth year or younger, please discard]
Julian's favorite memory is when he was very young, age 6, and his father was smiling and laughing while helping to ride a broom for the first time. It is the only time that Julian has ever seen his father smile. The wind blew through his hair and his father looked happy to be with his son for the first time ever. Julian's patronus is a tiger.

Mirror of Erised: Julian's deepest desire is to find true happiness with people he can act himself around and please his father at the same time. He wants to be successful and exeed all the expectations and things set for him.

Personality [Atleast two paragraphs]: Julians personality is one quite different from anyone elses. He is a quite person in many ways but, loud in others. He tends to keep his mouth shut around people that he doesn't know that well and be a huge mouth when he knows people and they know him. When Julian is comfortable he will talk alot.

Julian is actually a kind person when no one is looking. He is willing to help a Gryffie if no Slythies are around to judge him. He acts like expected around people whom are slytherins.

Julian is a sort of prodigy. He is so smart and not many people know it. All of the Professors do seeing as he has hardly missed a question ever. But while in class he never volunteers anything and doesn't answer questions. He just sits there and looks like he knows nothing.

Good Traits [Atleast two sentances]: A good trait of his is the kindness he holds for everyone and how he loves nearly everything. Another good trait is his acceptance towards many things. And he is not a prejudice person.

Bad Traits [Atleast two sentances]: He tends to act like a jerk around slytherins and people who know his father. And he also tends to be argumentative on subjects that he is opinionated on and won't give up on it, until he wins.

Favorite/Best Subject: Transfiguration

Hated/Worst Subject: Muggle studies

{ THE PAST .
way back when.

Family Members: The Malfoys

Family History: [About a Paragraph]The Malfoys come from a long line of purebloods and they love to boast about it. They are one of the richest families in the wizarding world. All of the Malfoys have been great at what they have done, no matter what it was. All throughout their line they have never had a Malfoy whom is accepting of muggle-borns, save for the fact of his older brother.

Personal History [Minimum 2 paragraphs]: Julian was born on a cold January night and gave his mother 36 hours of painful birth, ever since then she has loved him with her whole heart. Julian was a curious toddler and nearly died many times because of dangerous things he did while exploring the malfoy manor.

As a child Julian was always reading, playing music, or outside practicing quidditch/ exercising. He never once truly interacted with his siblings, which was quite unfortunate. He always seemed to be the one outed at the Malfoy gatherings, and he wasn't much of a social bug after that. He never quite was able to get the hang of meeting new people.

At hogwarts he made a name for himself as the Slytherin Quidditich jock. He was back-up seeker second year and then moved on to become keeper 3rd year. He has always been a good student, but not much of a model one since all anyone knows him as is the Malfoy jerk.

{ THE END .
curtain call.

Role Playing Example [Minimum 2 detailed paragraphs]: (this is from a short story I had to write, I lost all of my rping because my computer crashed)

It was cold out, a Saturday in Russia. Nothing was different from the normal happenings, accept for one thing. One very big thing. Father Gapon, a priest was organizing the a workers procession through Putilov plant. Father Gapon was the father to two young twins, Adrik and Alda. A boy and girl pair the town loved them and thought they would be religious and holy like their father. Neither of them thought they way the town wanted them too.
Their father was an optimistic man, always thinking that the best outcome would always happen and he never accepted reality. Adrik, the young boy, was very harsh and always said what he thought. Alda, the young girl, always stated the cruel facts of the world and never downplayed it at all. Adrik and Alda Gapon were quite the pair, and everyone knew that whatever they said seemed to always happen. Most times what they said were cruel things that would harm many people. What they said was always the worst case scenario.
Adrik sat at the wooden table and listened to his father run his mouth on the procession that was going to happen. What a poor fool. Too bad he has no idea that none of his ideas will ever happen in his lifetime. I wish he were sane. Sigh. Adrik thought silently to himself. The one person never he or his sister said what they thought to was their father. He would be crushed if he knew his children were very hostile towards the world.
Alda walked in right in the middle of The Procession’s Going to Change Everything speech. The moment she realized what it was she walked right out, not wanting to hear another word of what her father was saying.
“It’ll be a great gift for you two. Tomorrow’s your birthday and I’m sure the Tsar will accept our ideas then. Just for you two. You will grow up in a better environment and have much more rights when you are older.” Rambled Father Gapon. “Of course father.” Adrik replied monotonously. He never once believed anything his father said would come true.
“Ah! The great city of St. Petersburg. This is where all the great moments in my life have happened. I became a priest here, married your mother, and had you two here. I know this is the place where all the magic happens.” Father Gapon stated excitedly. It’s also where all the horrid things have happened to you. Not that you ever think to remember those. Adrik thought boredly to himself once more. His mother died there giving birth to Adrik and Alda, his grandparents were shot there, his older siblings all died of influenza there, and it’s where Adrik and Alda saw so many bad things happen in their span of but a short 10 years.
“Father, may I please leave to and speak with Alda for a moment, if you will?” Adrik asked politely. Adrik and Alda were extremely polite, just because they were harshly blunt never rendered their manners. “Of course my dear boy. Don’t be too long, we can discuss your future when you get back.” Father Gapon called at his son.
Adrik shuffled his feet along the icy cold wooden floor. He ran his fingers through curly bleach blond hair and let his electric blue eyes dart across the room, in search of his twin. Alda was lounging on their small couch, her straight bleach blond hair falling in her face. Her ice blue eyes made an odd contrast to Adrik’s electric blue. “Alda.” Adrik simply called out. “Yes?” Alda replied turning her head to look at him. “Do you think that father will ever be sane again?” Adrik asked plainly. “Again? Since when was he ever sane?” Alda retorted. Then she sighed. “No I don’t think he will. But lets not ruin it for him. He deserves to be happy after all he’s been through.” Alda commented looking out the window.
“Yes I guess you are right. Everyone does deserve their own piece of happiness.” Adrik remarked back. Well where’s ours? Alda thought glancing at her brother. It was plain as day that he was thinking exactly the same thing as her. “Do you think that maybe, just maybe this procession may bring about a change or two for the better?” Alda asked looking at the ground. “It might. There is always hope.” Adrik replied looking out the window at the passersby whom were trying to get a look inside the Gapon household.
“First time that you’ve ever had the hope for a good outcome in your life.” Alda commented. “Well I think that it might be time that we actually try to at least care about the same things our father does, it’s only a fair exchange for all of the things he has done for us over the years.” Adrik said with a sigh. “Yes. He does need something to help him along.” Alda spoke to herself. Lets just hope this one disappointment won’t be the one to break him down.
“Children! Visitors are here! Come and greet them!” Father Gapon shouted from the kitchen. Running her fingers along the cobblestone wall, Alda followed her brother into the kitchen silently. “Here are my gorgeous children.” Father Gapon said proudly as he showed them off to the others in the room.
“Hello.” Adrik and Alda replied in unison. They never really felt the need to speak with the other insane human beings who were with their father. To them it was all deranged. Not one of them were to be anything but the working class, and Adrik and Alda had pointed that out to them several times. They just never seemed to get the hint.
“Well, now go to bed younglings. My colleagues and I have much to discuss about tomorrow. By the end of tomorrow you two will be the next generation of the free people.” Father Gapon said ushering them out of the kitchen. As they left all they heard was-Georgiy there are some complications with the plan.


The next day both Adrik and Alda awoke to their father shouting at them excitedly. January 20, 1905, the day of their 11th birthday. The day of the much awaited breaking point of the tsar. Or so everyone said that’s what the day was.
Adrik and Alda bundled up in all their winter clothing, making sure that nothing was left exposed of them. Adrik had said when he woke up that he felt today was going to be a bloody day. A day in hell for all of them. Neither of them wanted to have the slightest possibility of dying on the spot.
They trudged along the snow covered cobblestone pathways, behind their father. He looked triumphant, yet worried. Both children seemed to know that their father was showing fear and anxiety for the one and only moment in their life. They knew that this meant he thought something was going wrong and that something was seriously amiss. Normally he’d be holding up conversation with them, but not today.
Adrik and Alda were shoved to the front of the crowd, along with their father. Everyone knew what each of them looked like. Despite the fact that they looked nothing like their father.
When Adrik and Alda were to the front of the crowd, both started to quake with fear. Standing over across the snow a ways were tons of soldiers. All of them were holding a gun. And each and every gun was pointing towards them. We’re dead. Adrik and Alda thought at the same time. Both knew that the Tsar wasn’t going to negotiate and that people were going to die, no matter what.
Silence. A long dead silence rang out, followed by the crack of the first gunshot. Soon enough bullets were pelting everyone. Blood flew through the air. It seemed red was the only thing that Adrik and Alda could see. Then a man pulled their father away from the gunfire and Alda with him. Adrik was shoved away and couldn’t reach his father.
Soldiers were upon him. Adrik sat there on the ground shaking with fear. Would they kill him quickly? Would it be painful? Would he be tortured? Would he be held as a prisoner? Were the things that ran through his mind. “Well go and run my boy.” The commander said. “We won’t shoot you, you are to young to die.” He told Adrik. Adrik was smart enough to take the offer and run. And he ran far away. The unfortunate thing was that he never saw his father again. The upside was that he met his sister when he was 15 and visiting in London.


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