Post by DRACO MALFOY on Dec 10, 2012 17:44:10 GMT -5
Character: Draco Malfoy
RP Experience: I have over 15 years of RP experiance, and have played four cannon characters in the RP universe so far. Voldemort, Snape, Narcissa and Lucius
Have you ever played this canon before?: No, but I have played others
Roleplay Example: Draco found himself standing out in the cold. He hated the way that the chilly air cut through his fur lined coat to chill his very bones. It was a dreadful place, and truly dreadful weather. He sighed heavily how he wished he could be inside the manner house in the warmth by the fireside, but no instead he had to be out in this dismal cold. He thrust his hands, already so frozen that they were shaking as they held his wand in a death tight grip, into his coat pocket. Glad for the little heat that the coat was offering to his shaking thin body. His light blond hair sparkled with the freshly frozen water that gathered in the otherwise nicely styled hair.
His breath came in a mist of fog each time he dared to draw it. Wondering again why his mother had asked to meet him here he sighed heavily and cast his troubled gaze about. He knew it was only a matter of time before they were called before the Dark Lord. They had after all escaped his notice, for now. Well perhaps just a little while longer he would have his freedom from punishment. They had after all walked away after the boy wonder, he sneered the words in his mind, was displayed in the Oafs arms.
As if drawn by his dark thoughts the mark on his arm. His pride and joy, and also his greatest fear, began to burn slowly. It ached so bad he ground his teeth. He was being summoned. Hopping that wherever he was expected to go would be warmer than here he closed his eyes, spun once and disapparated. The familiar spinning sensation began to buz through his head, but he didn't let it unfocus his mind. Keeping his thoughts rooted on the Dark Lord he felt himself land solidly on the ground and opened his eyes as he apparated in the new location.
Gazing around him he took in his surroundings with a quick glance. A dark foreboding forest that was filled with an eerie light, the moon he guessed. The trees were dark and twisted with very few leaves on their many membered limbs. They looked like dark claws, a thin shudder ran through his body and down his spine. It was truly a terrifying scene of half-darkness. He found himself alone. So this was to be a private meeting, or he was the first one here. One of the other. Turning his gaze back he found that it now rested on the snake like face of his master. He bowed his head. He had thought to wear his cloak and mask. Thank Goodness for the quick trickery of magic that had allowed him to do so. "My Lord" He said in a reverent tone. His eyes downcast and his body held perfectly still. His wand still held tightly in his hand which was still in his coat pocket.
RP Experience: I have over 15 years of RP experiance, and have played four cannon characters in the RP universe so far. Voldemort, Snape, Narcissa and Lucius
Have you ever played this canon before?: No, but I have played others
Roleplay Example: Draco found himself standing out in the cold. He hated the way that the chilly air cut through his fur lined coat to chill his very bones. It was a dreadful place, and truly dreadful weather. He sighed heavily how he wished he could be inside the manner house in the warmth by the fireside, but no instead he had to be out in this dismal cold. He thrust his hands, already so frozen that they were shaking as they held his wand in a death tight grip, into his coat pocket. Glad for the little heat that the coat was offering to his shaking thin body. His light blond hair sparkled with the freshly frozen water that gathered in the otherwise nicely styled hair.
His breath came in a mist of fog each time he dared to draw it. Wondering again why his mother had asked to meet him here he sighed heavily and cast his troubled gaze about. He knew it was only a matter of time before they were called before the Dark Lord. They had after all escaped his notice, for now. Well perhaps just a little while longer he would have his freedom from punishment. They had after all walked away after the boy wonder, he sneered the words in his mind, was displayed in the Oafs arms.
As if drawn by his dark thoughts the mark on his arm. His pride and joy, and also his greatest fear, began to burn slowly. It ached so bad he ground his teeth. He was being summoned. Hopping that wherever he was expected to go would be warmer than here he closed his eyes, spun once and disapparated. The familiar spinning sensation began to buz through his head, but he didn't let it unfocus his mind. Keeping his thoughts rooted on the Dark Lord he felt himself land solidly on the ground and opened his eyes as he apparated in the new location.
Gazing around him he took in his surroundings with a quick glance. A dark foreboding forest that was filled with an eerie light, the moon he guessed. The trees were dark and twisted with very few leaves on their many membered limbs. They looked like dark claws, a thin shudder ran through his body and down his spine. It was truly a terrifying scene of half-darkness. He found himself alone. So this was to be a private meeting, or he was the first one here. One of the other. Turning his gaze back he found that it now rested on the snake like face of his master. He bowed his head. He had thought to wear his cloak and mask. Thank Goodness for the quick trickery of magic that had allowed him to do so. "My Lord" He said in a reverent tone. His eyes downcast and his body held perfectly still. His wand still held tightly in his hand which was still in his coat pocket.
