Character InformationThis character was originally played as onlyforfamily @ gjHouse: Slytherin Graduate
Year: Was a first year in 1965 (
http://www.hp-lexicon.org/wizards/lucius.html)
Birth date: April 25, 1954 (
http://www.hp-lexicon.org/wizards/lucius.html)
“Taurus is the second sign of the zodiac and is associated with the neck and throat. Positive characteristics include stamina, patience, practicality, frugality, creativity, a love of beauty and nature, faithfulness, loyalty, determination, sensuality, and affection. Negative characteristics are stubbornness (there's a reason why stubborn people are called bullheaded), materialism, resistance to change, laziness, a terrible temper once aroused, prejudice, and sometimes an unimaginative nature.” (
http://www.spenecial.com/birdsofafeather/astrology.htm)
Family and Relationships With:from the lexicon:Ancestry: Pure-blood.
Mother: ?
Father: Abraxas Malfoy who died of dragon pox (HBP9).
Residence: Malfoy manor, Wiltshire, in south-west England.
Spouse: Narcissa (Black) Malfoy.
Child: Draco Malfoy.
Pet(?): Eagle owl.
House-Elf: Dobby, until he was inadvertently released in CS18.
added details:Lucius’ birth wasn’t given much fanfare. The pregnancy had been difficult for his mother and all she wanted was to get the baby out. She didn’t really fancy being a mother to begin with, but once she lost her figure and spent day after day being sick, she grew to resent the child even more than she already had. Once he was birthed, she cried, but only in relief that he was a male. Abraxas Malfoy had his heir. She’d never have to suffer that ordeal again.
Abraxas saw the child as a possession from the moment he learned his wife was pregnant. He too was glad Lucius had been a boy as the man didn’t want to spend time dealing with any more children than he had to. As such, Lucius was handed to nannies and house elves for much of his first year.
Once Lucius reached his toddler years, Abraxas knew it was time to start teaching the boy how to be a Malfoy. He drilled him in letters, numbers, manners, and the like when most other children were outside playing. Abraxas, a harsh man, likened the upbringing of his child to that of a lab rat. When Lucius missed a letter, Abraxas swatted his hand. “Conditioning at its best,” Abraxas would often say, noting not how many letters his child would get correct, but only realizing Lucius succeeded when the slaps no longer occurred. Of course, once Lucius learned one lesson, it was time for another.
As Lucius grew older, he learned to keep quiet so as not to disturb his parents. His mother virtually ignored him, only paying him mind when her friends were over. If Lucius dared soil his clothes while playing or accidentally spilled a drink, she’d report his behavior as unacceptable to Abraxas, mandating that Lucius be punished. Abraxas, irritated that he had to take time to reprimand the child, would respond severely, taking a thick strap to the boy’s backside.
Lucius didn’t really understand why he was punished, but, somewhere along the line, decided he just had to work harder to escape his parents’ wrath. Soon, he barely moved. He read all day as it was a quiet activity in which he’d not get dirty. He anticipated their desires, leaving little room for them to complain. His manners were impeccable and soon the ‘spanking’ grew less frequent. The damage had been done, however. Lucius wanted to be in control. Moreover, he learned that ‘might makes right.’
Personal History:Lucius displayed his first sign of magical tendencies when he was four years old. He had awoken from a nightmare, desperate for the light to be turned on. His mother chided him, telling him ‘big boys don’t need lights when they sleep.’ She then left him to cry himself to sleep in the dark. To his credit, Lucius attempted to reach the light switch, but to no avail. Yet, suddenly, as he looked toward the light fixture on the ceiling the bulb started to shine. Bewildered, Lucius had glanced around, wondering if his mother had suddenly taken pity, but he was still alone.
From that day forward, Lucius realized he was special. He didn’t need to see his father apparate or his mother arrange rooms with her wand to know that he was like them. They might have thought they were better because they were bigger, but he’d be like them one day- strong, fierce, and independent.
His letter to Hogwarts came as no surprise to his parents. Had Lucius not been magical, he’d have been disowned. Again, this day, like his birth, passed as any other day. He would go to Hogwarts and be sorted into Slytherin. End of story as far his parents were concerned.
Lucius thirsted for the freedom that the school represented. Finally, he’d be away from his parents. He’d be on his own, making his own choices, showing the world exactly what he was capable of. The day for the train to depart could not come too soon for the young Malfoy. He was shown off by a nanny and never looked back. He sauntered onto the train, ready to take on the leadership role he believed himself deserving of.
The hat wasted no time in declaring Lucius a Slytherin. He was pure. He was cunning. He was bitter as hell. The hat knew what it was doing!
Of course not all Slytherins are foul creatures and Lucius made as many enemies within his house as he did mates. However, he was feared and, frankly, that was all Lucius cared about. He went through school with little issue. He was a good student, eventually being named a prefect as well as Head Boy. In his spare time, he enjoyed hexing the other houses, especially Gryffindors and playing Quidditch.
Voldermort was rising in power during Lucius’ school days and when He Who Shall Not Be Named looked within society and saw that Abraxas Malfoy’s son had become not only a skilled wizard, but the perfect embodiment of pure-blooded ideals, he swooped in like a hungry vulture. Voldermort played on Lucius’ every desire and prejudice; thus, enticing the young man with all the power and control he could ever want.
Around the same time, Lucius married Narcissa, a young lady he had met at Hogwarts and was approved of by his parents. He was taken with her charm and intellect, but afraid of the weird feelings he had for her. These feelings, of course, were ones of affection. The marriage was a strong one though Narcissa feared her husband’s involvement with the Death Eaters. She respected him too much to ask him to stop, but she always wondered if he’d come home at night. She held the same beliefs about pure being better than muggle, but didn’t see the need to risk life simply to obliterate.
When Draco was born, Lucius couldn’t have been more pleased. When the nurse placed the boy in his arms, Lucius felt an overwhelming sense of pride and fierceness. He knew, no matter what, he’d protect Draco from harm. Furthermore, Lucius began to feel a burning hatred for his own father who had acted so cruelly toward him. Holding his infant, Lucius could not believe any man could act so callously toward his own flesh and blood.
Despite Lucius’ great adoration of his only child, he was still stern. However, Draco’s lessons were no where near as vigorous as Lucius’ had been even if the expectations were still a little much for a child. Lucius expected Draco to be the best and, sadly, would often express his disappointment in a way that could be misconstrued as a disappointment in the child, not the mistake.
Still, Lucius, along with Narcissa, catered to Draco’s every want. Perhaps Lucius was making up for his own childhood, but he ascertained that Draco had plenty of play time, nice toys, and parents that were willing to read to him at night. Of course, Lucius had to be the heavy, punishing Draco when need be, but Draco never felt the belt as his father had or experienced the fear that Lucius had when he heard Abraxas’ footsteps coming toward him. At least, Lucius hoped this was the case. He wanted his son to respect him, not fear him.
He also wanted to watch his son grow up. Thus, when Voldermort was seemingly defeated by the ‘Boy Who Lived,’ Lucius was quick to hatch a plan to make it seem as if his involvement with the Death Eaters was all a huge misunderstanding. Due to his wealth and power, Lucius was cleared though many still suspected the Imperius Curse was a tall tale.
Lucius was bitter that the obliteration of muggles had not happened, but he lacked the drive to continue the movement. Well, maybe he didn’t lack the drive, but, rather, the fact that he had a wife and son to come home to at night prevented Lucius from furthering his master’s cause.
When it came time for Draco to attend Hogwarts, Lucius wasted little time in instructing his son in who he was to talk to and who he wasn’t. Lucius wanted Draco to attend Durmstrang, but had bowed to Narcissa’s wishes. Plus, whether he realized it or not, he too was worried about his little boy going off on his own. However, Lucius never could express emotion and it was his lessons that proved to Draco how much his father loved him. Lucius told Draco much about Death Eater beliefs and the war, but conveniently left out how much blood and gore went along with it. In his own way, Lucius was protecting Draco. At the same time that he was preaching Voldermort’s ideals, he was relieved that Draco would never have to know the pain of making the first kill.
Of course, the best laid plans often go awry and this case was no different. When Lucius realized Voldermort was back, he knew he was in a precarious position. Not only had he treated the Lord’s diary carelessly, he had done nothing to find him in his absence. Therefore, Lucius was quick to arrive at the graveyard the moment he felt his mark being to burn. He joined in on the taunts of Harry Potter and worshipped at his master’s feet. It was no longer a matter of cleansing the world; it was a matter of self-preservation for not only Lucius, but for Draco and Narcissa.
Unfortunately, Lucius failed at the Ministry and was arrested. He hated himself not for disappointing Voldermort, but for leaving Narcissa and Draco to themselves in such a perilous time. Consequently, his suffering at Azkaban involved the images of their dead bodies.
Lucius had no idea about Draco’s task though he was sure Voldemort would go after the teenager. Voldemort would want Lucius punished and nothing could hurt him more than having his child suffer.
As his time in Azkaban grew longer, Lucius became less sane, but he fought his mind tooth and nail. Much as he had as a little boy, he learned to be still and escape as far into himself as he could. It wasn’t a perfect plan and he couldn’t escape the dementors entirely, but the lessons Abraxas had taught him finally did indeed pay off.
General Personality:Lucius is ruthless, steadfast, stubborn, intelligent, meticulous, prejudiced, ignorant, and self-serving. Born into a family of great wealth and prestige, Lucius has never gone without the finest clothes or schooling; consequently, he grew up believing not only was he the best example of purity, but deserved the absolute best life had to offer.
Taught to tow the line from an early age, Lucius grew to be quite disciplined in all matters of life. There is nothing the man won’t do to serve himself and his family. He was taught loyalty, but only to himself and his family. Love was not important to his father or mother and they certainly tried to pass that idea onto their child. They were to be respected and feared, but never questioned. Lucius, not knowing any other way, learned to obey not only quickly, but with great precision. Moreover, these lessons would later allow him to climb the ranks within the Death Eater circle as a young man.
He is unlike Draco in the sense that he would never have dreamt of throwing a tantrum or whining when he was a child. His parents would not have allowed such a thing, after all. Here lies the truth about Lucius:
He is an indulgent parent, unconsciously showing his little boy love the only way he knows how- through material possessions. He does indeed love his child no matter what people may think of Death Eaters. This, naturally, is the thing that separates Lucius from Voldemort.
Lucius is a leader that is respected by many. However, he can make foolish choices when he believes nothing is at stake. The incident with the diary is proof of this statement. Lucius, like his son, enjoys showing off, but had he stopped to consider his actions he may have realized the great importance of that journal to his master.
Killing has become methodical for Lucius though it is ‘dirty work’ that he passes off whenever he can. However, like most, he was not a natural born killer. Like his school lessons as a student, murder took time to perfect. Nonetheless, Lucius, not to be defeated, worked hard at it, showing his great dedication. Unfortunately for many, that dedication was obviously misaimed.
