malfoy, lysandra

[lysandra malfoy]

{ THE LIFE AND LOVES OF LYSANDRA ANNE MALFOY }

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YOUR NAME: Let's go with Lex. Everyone from H.A calls me that anyway.
YOUR AGE: Old enough to know better.
HOW YOU FOUND US: Through the grapevine of old friends.
OTHER CHARACTERS: None yet.
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til one by one they were gone.[/i][/color][/right]
FULL NAME: Lysandra Anne Malfoy.
NICKNAME{S}: She gets disturbed by people she doesn’t feel close to calling her anything but Lysandra, so no nickname has ever really stuck.
AGE/YEAR: 22, graduate.
BIRTHDAY: 31st May.
HOUSE: Slytherin Alumni.
BLOODLINE/ALLIANCE: Pureblood / Purist.
PET(S): Pets are unhygienic and such a hassle. [/color]

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GOALS & DREAMS: “One day I won’t be able to walk down the streets of London without being recognized as someone fantastic.”
- To be the most successful of her siblings.
- For her daughter to be beautiful, sociable and talented.
- To marry an attractive, wealthy pureblood and live ‘happily ever after’.
FEARS: Being unremarkable. Her life passing her by. The ravages of age. Her child hating her. Being alone.
STRENGTHS: Her perpetually positive attitude. A dry humor and wit. Often gets what she wants. Articulate. Values tidiness. Knows how to tell people exactly what they want to hear.
WEAKNESSES: Petty. Competitive. Occasionally insecure. Easily influenced. Superficial. No sense of consequence. Tends to fixate of irrelevant details. In denial about her own shortcomings.
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WAND: 11”, Oak wood, unicorn tail hair.
PATRONUS: Japanese Crane.
BOGGART: The very few people she really trusts, with their wands drawn at her.
MIRROR OF ERISED: Herself, in a beautiful manor in the countryside, wearing a wedding dress and draped around the arm of an attractive man.
SPECIAL: -
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HAIR COLOR: Dirty blonde, sometimes lightened. Thin, straight and whispy.
EYE COLOR: Grey blue.
SKIN TONE: Pale.
BODY BUILD: Waifish, on the tall side of average with a naturally fine bone structure. Not much fat to speak of though no muscle definition either. Small breasts, sharp collar bones and thin wrists.
HEIGHT: 5’7 ½.
WEIGHT: 110 lbs.
PLAYBY: Luize Salmgrieze.[/color]

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PARENTS: Draco Malfoy and Daphne Malfoy (nee Greengrass)
SIBLINGS: Sisters Meredith (23) and bellatrix (19)
Brothers Abraxas (23), Scorpius (21) and twin brother Phineas
OTHER FAMILY: : Daughter Charis Harper Malfoy and countless other pureblood relations.
HOMETOWN: Malfoy Manor in the English country side.

HISTORY: Being born a twin always holds some form of prestige; whether you be rich, poor, muggle or wizard. But being born a pureblood twin could be considered a particular good fortune.
Pureblood families have a history of highly valuing children and fertility, it being so important to their waning bloodline. For the same reason, twins have traditionally held a romanticized image in the wizarding world.

Lysandra, along with Phineas and their elder siblings Meredith and Abraxas, were raised reaping the benefits of this image. The girls in particular were treated like royalty by their parents, and as young children they were left wanting for nothing. In turn their parents expected them to be the epitome of pureblood pride; educated, beautiful, and most importantly, of the right political persuasion.

Lysandra has yet to decide whether her childhood of privilege and cold, distant parenting was a good one or bad.

At school she was always a popular child, enjoying the petty social politics that rule the lives of teenage girls. She grew up with the right crowds, knew when and how to break the rules to seem ‘cool’ without landing in too much trouble, and seemed to constantly be in a relationship. Well, she was hardly unattractive and had quite the reputation.

Unfortunately for Lysandra school can’t last forever, and there was a whole different world out there that didn’t seem to appreciate the same flippantness, bitchiness and lack of guidance her classmates once found so ‘cool’.

At 20 years old she found herself pregnant to a man she only vaguely liked, something that didn’t shock her friends and siblings as much as one would assume. In the same way she approaches everything, Lysandra was quite casual about her pregnancy, enjoying the good things and studiously ignoring the bad. Her child was born early that winter, a daughter she named Charis Harper Malfoy, to the mingled feelings of delight and disappointment from her parents.

Lysandra wants to be a lot of things, fame and fortune among them, though at 22 she’s yet to achieve any of these dreams at all. She’s never worked, living in the manor on her family’s money while ‘waiting for the perfect opportunity’. And until her daughter arrived, her life revolved around socializing in the trendiest of places with the few friends who still put up with her antics. Come to think of it, not much has changed since Charis came along, except maybe the addition of a curfew and a well dressed toddler in tow.
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ROLEPLAY SAMPLE: It was an altogether average day for Hogwarts Castle, at least as far as a magic school could be concerned. The hallways were empty but for a few stray students rushing to catch the tail end of missed classes, iridescent ghosts passing lazily from wall to wall, and the occasional scampering sound of rodent’s claws against dull stone.

A yellowed portrait of a young girl pirouetted in her frame and winked as a student passed her by, though the student in question ignored it on her way to wherever she happened to be going. Ringlet curls bounced as she slumped in her frame, pouting playfully at the teenager’s back.

From high towards the rafters blue eyes followed the girl, peering out from their frame as her gingery red hair bobbed across the hall. When she stopped beside a tall suit of armor, resting the leather suitcase she had been dragging against a wall; the aged portrait lost interest and turned away.

Through slats in the armor’s helmet the girl was watched, her neatly groomed eyebrows knitting together in frustration as she searched for some elusive belonging in her book bag before finally pulling out a pristinely folded sheet of parchment.

As her hazel eyes danced over the words scrawled neatly across it, she sighed and folded the note back up. “Right, but where would that be?” she muttered in a voice that wasn’t quite a whisper; her voice accented with a slightly Eastern European lilt.

A lost student was nothing new to the ageless beings that resided in these halls, even a student that looked too old to be in such a situation. Only the weathered portrait of an old man continued to watch in mild interest as the petite young girl shifted from foot to foot, an expression of frustrated boredom on her face as she waited for someone to pass her by.

ANYTHING ELSE?: I may have made a few assumptions about her family in her history that you’d rather not be cannon. If so just let me know and I’ll change it around.

Edited 26.09.08, because I’m a perfectionist and wanted to change a few details.