Post by michael2 on Jul 2, 2013 13:50:23 GMT -6
| [atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 460px; background-image: url(http://i44.tinypic.com/34fb0ns.jpg);-moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 0px; border: 4px ridge #7a9aa9, bTable][tr][cs=2] LUCIUS FLAVIUS VICTOR. THIRTHY THREE. SLYTHERIN ALLUMNI/CONVICTED CRIMINAL. DOXY HAIR, BLACKTHORN, THIRTEEN INCHES, BRITTLE. COLIN O¢DONOGHUE. | |
[rs=2] | Lucius has small length, brown hair, worn as a fringe to his right, blueish green eyes, and ghostly white complexion (possibly because of living a good part of his life in Azkaban). He is not the cleanest person this world has ever seen. Wearing the same outfit for many years doesn¢t improve his hygiene either. He wears a puffy-sleeved black shirt, a black coat, dark breeches, and leather boots. He also wears a golden earring on his left ear, and a necklace with a few precious stones. There is a tattoo with the numbers 8996 on the back of his neck, a ¡gift¢ from his time in Azkaban, which is actually the number of his cell. Once upon a time Lucius was arrogant to the extreme of grandiosity. He believed he was far more superior than he actually was. He did not let people forget that he could out-think others. He saw himself as special or unique, and constantly required admiration from others around him. He exploited others to his own personal benefit and was constantly preoccupied on his quest for success. While Lucius was certainly agreeable in the aspect of being friendly, one could never be certain if he could be trusted. Due to his ability to manipulate others, most people couldn¢t tell on whose side he was. Though he would eventually come to help his friends, his intentions were never altruistic. Lucius seemed to be high in conscientiousness because he was thoroughly persistent in all of his tasks and adventures. He also seemed to be really competent in his ability to survive and flourish in any given situation. His dependability, on the other hand, was questionable because his ever-changing intentions were difficult to follow. Though one might have understood him to have been impulsive due to the way in which he behaved, Lucius always did things with a set plan. He could be marked as neurotic through his constant worry to be the best wizard the world had ever known. As mentioned before, Lucius was a careful planner, but he never failed to show the anxiety on his face while carrying through with his plans. Lastly, Lucius was very high in openness. Always eager to experience and adventure, Lucius found himself is some truly odd situations. People shouldn¢t have asked him what he thought about himself. The answer would be simple. Incredibly mischievous, undeniably sexy, wickedly cool, extremely charming, really hilarious, so lovable, bloody hot, simply irresistible. A handsome, fearsome and confident wizard, James relished every challenge and never backed down from a fight, whether the reward was power, riches or women. He possessed the meticulous style and old-school manners of a proper gentleman, but beneath that veneer laid a vindictive enemy who would not rest until all his enemies had been defeated and humiliated. There were two brothers Lucius, after his escape, he rose a completely different man. Half-crazed after spending years in Azkaban, there is not a thread of decency left inside him. He is lonely and apathetic to the rest of the world, caring about his survival more than anything. Occasionally, he will turn to talk to someone who isn¢t there for all the others to see. He can be lovely at one point and at the other scream while running for his life. He is the broken shell of a man that used to be ambitious and great. There is nothing in his life that can make him happy now. He had everything and he had lost it in the blink of an eye. However, this man still has a soft spot for romance. He knows that no woman will ever fall for who he truly is, simply because his evil deeds are quite hard to swallow. Lucius is a bad man, he knows that love is meant for people who live their lives far more graciously than he does. That however doesn¢t mean that he doesn¢t dream of love. Not that he will ever change to suit a woman¢s needs. He is who he is, he will never change. They loved each other like no one ever would He was born twenty five seconds after his twin brother had seen the light of day. Marius and Lucius, two muggleborn children that would become a pair to be known throughout Hogwarts for their mischievous ways. Life as a muggle was easy. Lucius spent his years as any other muggleborn children would, oblivious to magic and the hidden world that he couldn¢t see. His father was a construction manager and his mother was a nurse in the nearby hospital, but she had to take time in order to care for her newborn twins. She was well liked by the staff, and his father was quickly rising in the ranks. Ambitiousness seemed to run in the family¢s blood, but they were still a middle class family that still managed to provide whatever the twins needed. Marius and Lucius were inseparable. They would always stay up at night, reading stories and planning the next day¢s pranks. While Marius most of the time had his head up in the clouds, Lucius was the more reasonable from the pair. They seemed to be the two sides of a coin, always filling in for each other whenever it was needed. At the age of six, they both showed signs of magical aptitude when they set their mother¢s head on fire and plunged their father¢s head without using their hands inside a cake for their birthday. At the age of eleven, they both received letters to Hogwarts. The day they left was probably the quietest day the household had ever had at that point. The same couldn¢t have been said for Hogwarts, however. They both got sorted into Slytherin, and then their new life began. Mischief and pranks, that was all their first years at Hogwarts had been, as well as occasional duels with gryffindors and a little bit of studying. As they grew, they became even more inseparable, stealing hearts and manipulating people like no other had ever done. As the perfect slytherins, they occasionally tried dark curses, with Lucius finding out that he had some kind of aptitude towards them, at least more than Marius at that point. At the end of their seventh year, they both applied for a job at the ministry, seeing as they had obtained no less than six N.E.W.Ts each. But fate had spoken, and change it no one could Nothing interesting would happen for the next six years. At that time, Marius was planning to get married to a witch, and asked Lucius to be the best man. The younger of the twins gladly accepted the honor, and the next thing he knew was that he was standing next to his brother as the latter was getting married. And then, everything turned into hell. Two of their guests, possibly drunk, began to duel. A spell missed its target and hit his brother¢s bride to be. Marius quickly charged against the two duelists. Lucius stood there, unable to help, until he saw his brother dueling and starting to lose. Then, he lost it. ”Avada Kedavra!” Little did he know that the second he had uttered those words someone would push him. Little could he do as he just watched his brother die by his own curse. The aurors attending the wedding quickly apprehended him, for he had no fight in him left. He had just cried as he dropped his wand over his dead brother¢s corpse. Next thing he knew, he was being sentenced to life imprisonment in Azkaban. The next ten years of his life had been cruel. No wand, no happy thoughts, an eternity of suffering inside his own memories as the fateful scene played again and again inside his head. To be honest, he couldn¢t tell how many had passed. He blamed himself, and he never wanted to get out of Azkaban. At times, he would whisper in his sleep that all he wanted was a kiss from a dementor, for there was no soul left in him yet. Everything he had once been had died with his twin. But then, ten years later, an opportunity arose. He witnessed that an Auror was carrying his own wand in his back pocket. Then, he heard a voice. His brother¢s voice. ”Take it.” He snatched the wand and quickly destroyed his cell, killing the Auror in the process. He jumped out of the ruble, as the dementors charged at him. ”You know the words!” Expecto patronum, he had yelled, as the image of his brother laughing finally appeared in his head. The silver phoenix erupted from the tip of his wand and held the dementors at bay as he made part of the walls explode and quickly apparated. And now, his new life began. |
MICHAEL. TWENTY ONE. ELEVEN TO TWELVE. |