MALFOY, Thalia Calypso (finished)

[thalia calypso malfoy]

DEATH AND ALL HIS FRIENDS
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I DON'T WANNA BATTLE FROM BEGINNING TO END

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FULL NAME ,

[/color] Thalia Calypso Malfoy
NICKNAMES ,[/color] Lia, Thal
AGE ,[/color] Fourteen - she's one of the eldest in her year, with her birthday in September, at the beginning of the school year.
YEAR ,[/color] Third
OCCUPATION ,[/color] Student
SEXUALITY ,[/color] Heterosexual
HOUSE ,[/color] Slytherin
WAND ,[/color] hawthorn, 11", dragon heartstring
PLAY-BY ,[/color] AnnaSophia Robb

SECRETS ,[/color] When she was twelve she accidentally killed two of her aunties cats - she buried them in the woods and played along with the assumption that they had run away. Thalia also easily gets crushes on people, and much to her despair, she often crushes on the completely wrong sort of people such as members of the resistance, or people way out of her league.
DREAMS ,[/color] She dreams of being one of the top, most respected death eaters, just like her grandfather was.
OVERALL PERSONALITY ,[/color]

Thalia is a very adventurous girl and she's usually willing to do most things that are suggested to her. She's also intelligent and hard working and does very well in her classes but sometimes she gets sick of working very hard and slacks off, but who doesn't? She's been brought up to be slightly blood-prejudiced and she therefore tries not to associate herself with the mudbloods and most of her friends are strictly pureblood and from very good backgrounds. She feels a strong obligation to shun the mudbloods and halfbloods. She can be very feisty and possesses a sharp tongue, especially if you challenge her or insult her in some way and she always tries to prove people wrong. She's rather sensitive so upsetting her isn't terribly hard, and she doesn't forget it when someone upsets her. Her ego is rather...massive and only keeps on growing. She has a competitive flair that comes through when she plays Quidditch; she's a seeker on the Slytherin team and has been for a year now. She gets upset if she loses and always strives to do better. She is still only fourteen and can be pretty naive, so manipulating her isn't impossible.

(+adventurous
+feisty
+egotistical
+blood prejudiced
+sometimes rather sensitive
+intelligent
+hard working
+competitive
+at times a bit naive
+optimist)

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I DON'T WANNA CYCLE OR RECYCLE REVENGE

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MOTHER ,

[/color] Astoria Malfoy [nee Greengrass]
FATHER ,[/color] Draco Malfoy
SIBLINGS ,[/color] Pandora Narcissa Malfoy, 7th year Slytherin.
Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy, 6th year Slytherin
Lyra Bellatrix Malfoy, 5th year Slytherin
PETS ,[/color] Ergius; a three year old snowy white owl
OTHER FAMILY ,[/color]
Paternal grandmother: Narcissa Malfoy
Paternal grandfather: Lucius Malfoy
Aunt: Daphne Greengrass
Uncle: Theodore Nott
Cousins;
-------- nott ♦ ♦ seventh year
-------- nott ♦ ♦ fifth year


WEALTH CLASS ,[/color] upper class, very wealthy.
HOMETOWN ,[/color] Westbury, Wiltshire, England

OVERALL HISTORY ,[/color]

Thalia was born fourteen years ago to Draco and Astoria Malfoy and she is the youngest of their four children. From a young age she was educated about the past wizarding wars and how her family featured prominently, and she was influenced to become blood-prejudiced and view mudbloods as lesser beings. She acquired the belief that as a Malfoy she was a very important and special person, and this only added to her ego that grew as she became older. She was spoiled from a young age and always received the latest brooms, and new robes when she wanted them, and so on. She takes money for granted and doesn't think, even for a second, that something is too expensive for her. Her family is very wealthy an she has always known this and takes advantage of it. Plus, even if her father refuses to get her something, Thalia is the apple of her mother's eye, and her mother has never said no.

Her relationship between her mother and father and her is healthy, but in the past she and her father have had their disagreements that had led to a slight rift in the family when neither would speak to each other. Her father is sometimes harsh and it doesn't go well with Thalia's sensitive side. Thalia adores her grandfather and won't hear anybody say something against him. She's was always in awe of him and how he was such an accomplished Death Eater and knew Voldemort well. She didn't care that he and Narcissa, her grandmother, 'betrayed' Voldemort at the battle of Hogwarts to go and search for her father, Draco. Thalia used to always beg her parents to let her stay at her grandparents but she has since grown out of that and just waits for an invitation or until they visit, and she isn't fussed if she doesn't see them for a while.

Thalia has a fairly good relationship with her siblings even if she is the youngest. She enjoys playing quidditch with them at their manor house and she has funny memories of all the games they used to play. Thalia isn't sure if she likes how her siblings are growing up and she fears the day when her siblings and her are old and 'boring.'
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I DON'T WANNA FOLLOW DEATH AND ALL OF HIS FRIENDS

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NAME/ALIAS ,

[/color] Sarah
EXPERIENCE ,[/color] One and a half years
OTHER CHARACTERS, [/color] None

ROLEPLAY SAMPLE ,[/color]
kind of longer than my average post but xD
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At first he had been shocked to see her. At first he had been excited. At first he had hugged her. Now he just stared at her. Now he just looked at her, his eyes transfixed on her, his breathing almost stopping.

The room was small but bright due to the large windows letting the light inside. There was a small desk in the corner with a laptop on it and to the other side there was an antique bookcase full of various books, old and new, fiction and non-fiction, dust collecting on some of them whilst others looked as if they had just been placed there. Maybe the person that occupied the room was a big fan of literature. That or he/she was just being inundated with many books that they were never actually going to read. The single bed in the left corner blended into the surroundings almost perfectly well but it was the definition of a complete mess; the pillow was on the wrong end of the bed and the bedding was all ruffled up and twisted, half of it slipping onto the blue carpeted floor.

In the middle of this small room stood a boy and a woman. It appeared as if something rather shocking had just been said – the boy, who looked about twenty but in reality was probably no more than seventeen, was staring at the woman, seemingly trying to grasp something but from the look on his face it was fair to say that he was struggling.

“W-what?” the boy spluttered, obviously completely in denial at what he had been told by the dark haired, blue eyed woman in front of him. She was about six feet tall and stood with such poise that many would think she was someone awfully important. There was a look about her that almost seemed to scream that she was not someone normal. Her eyes followed your every movement and she seemed to be aware of everything taking place around her, her ears draining in all the sounds and analyzing them. This woman was not a robot though. There was also a warm side to her – the small twinkle in her eye made you feel as if she was not really analyzing you, but was instead sharing a personal joke with you. The clothes she wore were casual and reminded you of someone in their twenties instead of someone in their forties. That was probably her age; forty….or forty five. Somewhere in that region. She was smiling but seemed to be worried herself – this just reminded you that she really was a human, just like you, and she was not going to bite your head off. The boy did not need to know any of this though. He knew this woman like the back of his hand, and she knew him like a mother would. That was probably because she was his mother. Mother and son. Son and mother. That, however, was not the revelation. She had been his mother all his life and he loved her with all his heart. What he had just found out was completely different and threatened to throw their relationship into complete disarray.

“I’m sorry, darling,” his Mother replied, her voice calm an level but at the same time full of remorse that could not even be described or measured on a scale. It was there in infinite abundance.

“No! How can you keep this from me? For basically sixteen years part of my life has been a lie?” he replied furiously, anger seeping out of every pore of his skin. He clenched his fists and unclenched them, raising his hands up so that he could grasp at his hair. Eros Dionysus just didn't know what to do anymore.
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