#lucius 002

[glitchaxolol]

Help, I think I have a thing for low-key evil hot (dirty) blondes

[xrodolphusxlestrangex]

The group had a plan and Rodolphus made sure each person knew their place. He, Bellatrix, Rabastan, Evan, and Lucius. Everything they had done was leading up to a plot to lure Alastor Moody. It wasn’t hard getting him to come to the cathedral. Muggle bodies everywhere and the dark mark shining ever so brightly above. It was the easiest trap there could be and Moody was sure to fall for it.

Rodolphus was aching with anticipation after the mass murder — which was enough to get his blood going. It was thrilling and what was coming was just as much if not more thrilling. Killing a room full of muggles trying to worship followed by Moody? Sheer perfection. He couldn’t wait for his diabolical team to show Moody what they were truly capable of.

When he walked into the room, Rodolphus could see Moody’s face. A sneer crossed his lips as he reached for his wand. “Incendio!” he cast without saying a word. He didn’t hit Moody but that was just fine. He had much more coming to him. It was a warning of sorts. And seeing the crucifix the muggles worshiped burn brought joy to Rodolphus’ cold heart.

@bellatrix-lestrxnge

Where: St Albans Cathedral, St. Albans, UK Who: @xrodolphusxlestrangex, @bellatrix-lestrxnge, @luciusmalfoyx, @rsrevan, @r-lestrcnge, @ggathena TW: Blood, Violence, Murder

With a loud crack, a large, cloaked figure appeared in the shadow of a large cathedral, wand in hand. Alastor Moody peered up at the building intently, his piercing eyes evaluating the building, from the stained glass windows lit from the inside, to the wide open front doors, seemingly calling to him, inviting him inside.

A piece of parchment had been delivered to his desk by an owl he had not recognized. Moody, working late into the night, as usual, had been the only one left in the office.

Though unsigned, Moody had recognized the messy handwriting of his head of department. The note read:

"Dark Mark seen in St. Albans, above the St. Albans Cathedral. Believed to be another muggle masacre. Head off the muggle authorities."

Another masacre? Moody had thought grimly, already reaching for his traveling cloak. Per regulations, he should have reached out at least to his partner, or the Auror team on call, but evidently his boss had known he routinely stayed late and would already be ready to go.

The Cathedral stood before him, dark and foreboding, but it was nothing compared to what was above it. Hung above the ancient structure, seemingly suspended among the stars in an eerie emerald light aserpent protruded from the mouth of a skull, twisting and winding its way through the sky as if it was alive. The Dark Mark. Moody made his way quickly up the steps and into the building, his wand held at the ready. Each shadow could potentially hold an attacker, behind every door could be one of the masked terrorists they had been chasing. As he entered the nave, the horror of what had been done met his eyes. "Fucking hell," Moody breathed.

Bodies were strewn across the room, some slumped across pews, many lay about the floor as if they'd been killed while trying to flee. One body, the body of a priest, was sprawled across the alter at the front of the church, arms splayed out, blood slowly dripping from his fingertips to the floor. Puddles of blood littered the floor, and sprays of the crimson liquid covered the pews and walls, tinting the formerly beautiful windows a dark red in the dim lighting.

It was a massacre, indeed. Not spotting a wand among any of the bodies, Moody knew it must have been done by dark magic, as the damage to each corpse was too destructive to be done by muggle means. The masked lunatics they had been chasing had certainly shown a propensity for killing muggles for sport. But this was a whole other level of violence they had yet seen. It was... sadistic, for lack of a better term. There was no other way to describe it. Pure sadism.

It was likely the pure atrocity of the scene that nearly cost the seasoned auror his life. He hadn't heard the footsteps behind him, nor the whisper of the incantation-- only the rushing sound of wind warned him of the curse that had been aimed at his back. Out of pure, base instinct, Alastor Moody threw himself to the side, landing in between two pews, and the blaze of light narrowly missed him and collided with the Crucifix at the front of the Church, which burst into raging flames.

[againaweasel]

002 snape?

Thank you for the ask!

002 | Give me a character & I will tell you

How I feel about this character:��

I think he’s a really interesting character in his own right and works well as the big plot twist for the books in terms of being one a young audience can grapple with. But I wouldn’t say he’s a ‘good’ person (if we can argue such a thing exists) and I struggle to like him as an individual. He did so many things that are, to me at least, unforgivable and doesn’t do enough to atone for the small things he does to wear the people, but especially children, around him down. 

It’s the fact I think much of what he does makes him a total cunt that I find most interesting. 

My non-romantic OTP for this character:  Lucius Malfoy. There’s something very interesting about the prospect of an almost mentor relationship between 5th-year Malfoy and 1st-year Snape. I think Lucius is absolutely someone Snape could latch onto, and Lucius would let him do it. 

My unpopular opinion about this character:  He didn’t deserve most of the shit he got from the marauders and anyone who wants to think it’s just because he was a DE is kidding themselves. At the same time, he’s not innocent either - he exhibited fascist beliefs very early on and only doubled down as he grew older. He looked Lily in the eye and refused to deny that he wanted to join the group that wanted her dead.  He did deserve to get the shit kicked out of him at least once and Lily should have been the one to do it.

OH ACTUALLY AND to add on: If Snape had made different choices (and it is Snape who has the make them in terms of ideology) then Remus and Snape would be besties. 

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:  tbh I like how his story plays out until the epilogue which simplifies his whole arc to “he was a good guy, actually, and Harry really likes him”. Like no he wasn’t, but he was complex. One of those figures that you can respect what they did, whilst also thinking they’re a tool on a personal level. 

My OTP:  I struggle to ship Snape romantically with anyone but I could see Regulus and Snape working, or even someone like Lucius.  I’ve read some Snupin and it didn’t make me want to boil my brain after so maybe they can be my Snape OTP 

My crossover ship:  I never know what to say for this question, I don’t tend to think of them. 

A headcanon fact:  He brought Draco birthday presents every year, and never missed a single one. It was Draco who had the biggest reaction to the news that Snape was on the Order’s side. He cried, a lot in fact, and wished that Snape had been able to tell him/help him whilst alive.

[xscrilege]

 ❝  aaron pierre. cis man. he/him.  ⸻ my oh my, it seems ARES LYKOUDIS was spotted around the city  listening  to  REDRUM  by  21 SAVAGE. usually , they spend their days  at  THE DEN  working as  MANAGER.  between you and i, the  30/5000+  year old  ORIGINAL WEREWOLF  is avoided for being  VIOLENT. but once you get to know them , you will find that also have the tendency to be pretty  RATIONAL  as well .  can’t help but wonder if there’s more to their story , especially when they are hiding something … In city full of life and darkness , something is brewing within the shadows … and with them being part of  THE LUCIUS , the city will certainly live up to its name.  ⸻

001.    GENERAL INFORMATION.

OFFICIAL  NAME ﹕  ares lykodius.

NICKNAMES  +  ALIASES ﹕ ares the mad , god of war.

D.O.B ﹕ unknown.

AGE ﹕  30.

GENDER ﹕ cis man.

PRONOUNS ﹕  he+him.

SEXUALITY ﹕  bisexual.

PLACE  OF  BIRTH ﹕  unknown.

ZODIAC  SIGN ﹕  unknown.

FINANCIAL  STATUS ﹕  filthy rich.

OCCUPATION ﹕  manager at the den.

LANGUAGES  SPOKEN ﹕  universal.

002.    PHYSICAL TRAITS.

HAIR  COLOR ﹕ brown.

EYES ﹕  hazel green.

HEIGHT ﹕  6' 3''.

BUILD ﹕  tall / muscular-athletic.

TATTOOS ﹕  n/a.

PIERCINGS ﹕  n/a.

SCARS ﹕  n/a.

SPECIES﹕  original werewolf.

SCENT ﹕ mahogany , black teakwood , with hint of musk.

003.    MENTAL ANALYSIS.

POSITIVE  TRAITS ﹕ rational , charismatic.

NEGATIVE  TRAITS ﹕ violent , no-patience.

LIKES ﹕ partying , his family .

DISLIKES ﹕ stupid people , being lied to.

MORAL ALIGNMENT ﹕ evil neutral .

TEMPERAMENT ﹕ sanguine.

DEADLY SIN ﹕ wrath.

ELEMENT ﹕ earth.

PRIMARY INTELLIGENCE TYPE ﹕ interpersonal.

EMOTIONAL STABILITY﹕ good.

ALCOHOL USE﹕ socially.

PRONE TO VIOLENCE?﹕ yes.

DRIVES / MOTIVATIONS﹕ his family / pack.

004.    FAMILY.

MOTHER ﹕ unknown.

FATHER ﹕ unknown.

SIBLINGS ﹕ adrian lykodius , +4 others.

SIGNIFICANT  OTHER ﹕  n/a.

005.    BIOGRAPHICAL DATA.

⸻ Ares doesn't remember much but knew he was never human . He will tell you that his earliest memory is of carrying a bronze ax, placing his inception in the Bronze Age. He fought in wars and reveled in it. On top of the great war between the species, he fought in the Trojan War (1194 BC to 1184 BC), was part of Alexander the Great's army (336 BC - 326 BC) and witnessed the death of Julius Caesar on March 15, 44 BC, and in the wars that led to the Roman Empire's downfall (on the Germanic side) in AD 456.

⸻ once the blood laws came to pass and enforced by the blood king , ares left what is now known as the city of inferis and became a warrior-for-hire / a mercenary, training extensively in the deadly arts and only serving those whom he personally preferred. he would come back to the city here and there , especially when it came to the original pack.

⸻ over time , the bloodlust he felt settled down and he returned to the city 300 years ago and stayed. building his own reputation and staying in the background . Working at the den as a manager on the side , ares is someone whom run things in the background and wont step in unless necessary.

⸻ a calculating individual who firmly believes that power comes through money and violence, ares has demonstrated a vicious and uncontrollable temper when provoked. In these instances he is even more violent and sadistic. Keeping a low profile, avoiding altercations that might attract suspicious or police activity and generally remaining as normal a person he can be, Ares tends to be aloof, mysterious and sometimes cold.

⸻ despite his more violent side , ares is very charismatic and uses said charisma to get what he wants from others. He likes to have fun and enjoys being a werewolf. He takes pride in who he is. Every time his is put in a situation that endangers their life, ares will always be there to protect them, but he's not afraid to cause them non-lethal harm.

[lumosfm]

𝙀𝙑𝙀𝙉𝙏 002 - 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙈𝘼𝙇𝙁𝙊𝙔 𝙒𝙀𝘿𝘿𝙄𝙉𝙂

Druella Black and Gomeisa Malfoy proudly invite you to join them in celebrating the marriage of Lucius Malfoy and Narcissa Black. Taking place on Saturday 3rd August, 1979 in the Royal Botanical Gardens in Kew, England, the long awaited wedding will join the two great families as one in what is hinted to be the wedding of the year. Admission by invitation only, unless attending as a plus one. Formal attire is mandatory. Wedding ceremony will take place in the Royal Conservatory with the reception dinner to follow.

𝙊𝙊𝘾 𝙄𝙉��𝙊𝙍𝙈𝘼𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉

Hello lovelies! And welcome to our second event here at LumosFM - the wedding of Lucius Malfoy and Narcissa Black! This event will run from today, 1st August, for two weeks to allow everyone to interact with as many other characters as possible! Threads can continue after the event is over, but no new starters should be posted after the 15th August. This event is taking place at the same time as our third group event - Frank Longbottom's Surprise Birthday Party so those who cannot/would not attend this event also have an event they can take part in! Have fun, feel free to post outfits for the events, and I look forward to seeing all of your characters on the dash! ~ Admin Autumn

[ofxsorcery]

Cressida nodded slowly and with a smile on her lips - perhaps a little bit of a sad one - when he mentioned that it would be their kids who would grow up together. The woman was sure about one thing; Tib was going to be the father of her children. She knew that with such certainty. But that also meant that there was no way that their children would be growing up together as well. “I will try,” she said to her brother, knowing very well that Fawley wouldn’t stand a chance at all. She took her brother’s hand for their last dance together. “How does it feel to say ‘my wife’?” Cressida asked Lucius with a chuckle, unable to ignore the tone of voice of the other.

"Think about it, one day we'll both of kids that will get to grow up together." The point of family was to share moments like this and though Lucius had a hard shell, Cressida knew him best and this was important to him. He wanted to have a solid family foundation. "I'm proud of you too. Fawley isn't bad. He seems decent. You should give him a chance." At the end of the day he wanted her happy, truly believing she would never hurt the family. He holds out his hand to her. "Let us go dance and then I should find my wife."

[mortemfm]

𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒇𝒎 is an appless, marauders era roleplay set in the year 1979. we are a semi-canon, tumblr based roleplay that explores the lives of our favourite characters of the era as they face their toughest battles yet. 

𝒎𝒐𝒃𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒏𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒈𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏.   /   please click here ! 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔.   /    please click here !  𝒂𝒅𝒎𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒔.   /   offline, please leave a message ! 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔.   /   002 !  𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔.   /   none !  𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒆.   /   to be announced ! 

𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔.   /   lily evans, james potter, lucius malfoy, alastor moody, sirius black, remus lupin, bellatrix lestrange, amycus carrow, rodolphus lestrange, peter pettigrew, regulus black, emma vanity, alice longbottom, lucinda talkalot, kingsley shacklebolt, emmeline vance, hestia jones, severus snape, frank longbottom, rabastan lestrange, molly weasley

[narcissa-black-supermacy]

for 002, hmmm, draco malfoy pls?

002 | Give me a character & I will tell you

How I feel about this character: god. I can't read anything canon-compliant with him unless it checks off several very specific boxes bc the whole theme of.. young teenage boys being forced to join terror cults to protect their family hits v v close to home for me on a level i don't think people even comprehend but i'm gonna try to not open this can of worms here and Lighten Up a little.

All the people I ship romantically with this character: harry, hermione, sirius, regulus, pansy

My non-romantic OTP for this character: (does this mean like... a friendship? i like the pansy-theo-zabini group. but also i reallyyy love fics that explore his relationship w his parents)  

My unpopular opinion about this character: i don't think lucius was abusive i think he loved draco a lot. also i get the whole trope of "draco being ashamed of the Mark" but also i don't think he would view it that way, he would view it as a war scar and a sign of what he survived rather than something shameful

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: i would've loved to see some actual interactions between Draco and Harry post-war. also. ALSO. a scene i NEED is Narcissa finding out HARRY POTTER saved her son's life and the Malfoys begrudgingly inviting Harry over for a veeeery very awkward thank you dinner at the Manor while Lucius is wearing a magic equivalent of that prison ankle bracelet thing and Narcissa telling very mean embarrassing stories about Sirius.

my OTP: it's a draw between drarry and dramione i can't choose

my cross over ship: uhh none

a headcanon fact: he grew out his hair long just like lucius when he got older. fact.

[serpntines]

woo do-hwan . cis man . he / him ➶ i recognise that face ! that’s lucius snow , the twenty- eight year old gamemaker / architect from the capitol . they’re lucky to have escaped to district thirteen during the 94th games , and have been here long enough to gain a reputation for being so decisive & venomous . 

001

name. lucius aurelias snow aliases. the architect nicknames. lulu age. twenty-eight date of birth. february 17 gender & pronouns. cis-man , he + him languages spoken. english sexuality. pansexual , demiromantic birthplace. the capital, panem current residence. district thirteen education. highly educated , academy + university occupation. gamemaker / arena architect

002

hair style. short yet well-groomed, often kept gelled back in a formal manner build. wide and stocky, but slightly more on the toned side height. 6'2 defining traits. his stare, that of a fox deciding whether to strike piercings. both lobes tattoos. n/a scars. n/a clothing style. almost always in sleek suits and form-fitted clothing, formal and daunting with lots of black and grey - among the bright colors and frivolous costumes of the capital, he sticks out like a sore thumb body modifications. slitted glowing white irises faceclaim. woo do-hwan

003

siblings. pandora snow [younger sister] spouse. tbd children. tbd notable relatives. president coriolanus snow pet(s). he previously had a large cat named atlas, though his whereabouts are unknown since lucius was taken to district thirteen. . . he still thinks about him

004

mental ailments. n/a physical ailments. n/a drink, smoke, drugs. recreationally, no, no traits. venomous, stone-like, polite, well-mannered, decisive, vengeful, level-headed, sarcastic, cunning habits / quirks. rubbing the bridge of his nose when stressed or overwhelmed , tilting his head to one side when listening intently , narrowing his eyes when caught in a lie or surprised.

005

labels / tropes. the icarian alignment. neutral evil mbti. intj ; the architect zodiac sign. aquarius time of the day. midnight weather. rainstorm color. ice white

006.

cherished item. a silver bangle with an inscription underneath that reads 'ice burns hotter than flame - ms' usual mood. rather serious like marble and often sarcastic, he almost always attempts to keep up appearances . . . sometimes, however, the glint of a more gentle personality peers through 1 thing they want to do / experience before they die. to experience a final peace defining moments. turning the power off to the tower and arena so thirteen could break through and rescue the tributes

HISTORY

snow always lands on top - the mantra of his family name, uttered into lucius's ears since he was born. the grandson of the most powerful man on the planet. . . and the eldest successor to a president known for eliminating any competition.

he learns that observing is the best weapon a person might have - the secrets uttered between halls, the slip of a silver knife between two ribs, the shared smiles between two lovers cloistered in an affair. . . ammunition in the game of life, and one his grandfather notices early on.

lucius is groomed with the precision of political intrigue and the cruelty of a man with many enemies; he keeps to himself, two sides of the same coin to his eccentric younger sister, his marble-like exterior a mere guise of the manipulation he is able to wield. lucius's years at the academy earn him appraisal for his intellect, but it is the years spent at the university that earn him the nickname the architect.

it is a project akin to any other, he suspects, until the spark of cruel ignition breaches his mind and propels him towards the future - it matters little that the highbottom name is attributed to the creation of the games, only that the truth owes it to the ingenuity of the snows. create an arena worthy of the games, and it might yet be chosen - for those interested in life within the capital, it was the perfect summary, a pretty package wrapped in the tears and loss of sons and daughters torn from their families all too soon. there were a variety of outcomes - brutal climates, a desert so harsh that the sandstorms would skin the tributes alive. . . a looming death, where the rivers and lakes would rise higher and higher, until a single victor remained. all shared the same common thought of blatant cruelty with little creativity mixed in. lucius, however, saw it for what it was. . . stripping individuals of their hope, their personality, and they would be easier to control - and if control is what they wanted, then he would give it to them.

a part of him wonders if he might be chosen, yet another part of him is confident enough to know he will - what he doesn't expect, however, is to come face to face with his grandfather across the table. . . and to learn that his exemplary addition to the games has not only been chosen for the following year's rotation, but that he has as well

the architect - grandson of the most powerful man in the world, eldest successor to the president of panem, and brilliant architect with a mind as beautiful as it is horrifying. all it takes is his design to be presented in a bloody display for the world to see, to watch the tribute's fears come alive in hallucinations and illusions that leave the audience gasping, to see them stripped of what it is to be human. . . and just like that, one accident or two in the removal of the gamemnaker above him, and lucius rises through the ranks as easy as smoke to the lungs of panem

and yet. . . the top is a lonely place when one's mind is the only competitor to your machinations. when the gore and stench and sight of death fills every waking moment and every flicker of light behind closed eyelids. when the endless plans and parties and cruel smirks and poison-dipped lips are all that's left. what then? the question fills lucius's mind as the years tick by, as the cruelties bloom like flowers around him and yet his own begins to wither. he isn't quite sure when the doubt begins to settle into his bones. . . perhaps when he chances the opportunity to meet a previous victor, their painted smile falling just briefly enough to spit at his silken suit. . . or perhaps it is when he overhears a conversation not meant for one so skilled at gathering information as he, of decisions led by the president in cruelty unimaginable for that year's quarter quell. . .

perhaps it was the disappearance of his mother, and the subtle cracking of frosted glass that made him decide to push past the line.

who was he before his grandfather's claws bent and tore into his sullen flesh? who was he next to the sinister gleam of his sister? who was he without the mother who had always yearned to shy his eyes from the television screens, who always refused to bet on the games year after year. . . and who stared at him with gutless guilt and pity when he was chosen to succeed as gamemaker? nothing, is what he told himself. yet as the avalanche fell upon the tributes, as the snow gave way to ice breaking past the folds of innocence. . . lucius held only one thought in his mind as his hand hovered over the controls to dismantle the power, to be branded a traitor for seeking out and assisting the rebels - snow always lands on top, and this time it would be his choice to do so.

[slate-skylar]

TASK 002 // CHILDHOOD BEDROOM

The dilapidated abandoned homes of District Twelve are the playground of the district's significant unhoused population. After Beryl lost the house she'd lived in when she was with Lucius Stone, having succumbed to addiction and been unable to keep up with the payments, she never had a stable place to live. Slate was raised in abandoned and condemned homes, places crawling with termites and coated in mold, and even once Beryl left, this pattern continued.

When he was taken in by Misty, things were better for a bit, but it didn't last. It wasn't until Hestia's that he had a proper bedroom, actual belongings, a place to call home. Hestia helped him decorate it to his specifications, which were constantly changing and based solely on whims that he'd later hate, and her only requirement was that he try to keep it at least a little clean.

In the end, she wasn't able to talk him out of using sheets for curtains.

[ignisferre]

@mxflyy

Your parents look like they’re in fine form tonight. How many permanent sticking charms did it get to keep that smile on your father’s face?

[totallyrad-tilden]

@l-malfoy

I got a letter from your... old secretary? New secretary? I don’t know, I got a letter from someone named Carol that said I was supposed to come to your office. 

[katherine-maxwell]

꧁Kat passeava com @luciuscharmed​ pela feira, seu olhar sendo atraído por praticamente tudo com uma curiosidade que só poderia se permitir com ele, até porque era o único que sabia quem realmente era. Isso para Kat era um alívio e um perigo, uma moeda complicada de dois lados, pois ao mesmo tempo em que poderia acabar se tornando confortável demais e se comprometendo, era uma bênção poder ser completamente sincera sobre si mesma e seu passado ao menos com uma pessoa.  ❝━━━━━━Aquilo é um barril com água? ❞ perguntou curiosa, seu olhar nem ao menos desviando da atração, onde um rapaz enfiava repetidamente o rosto na tentativa de conseguir alguma coisa. Com as tez franzida, Kat começou a puxar o príncipe na direção do barril pelos braços entrelaçados de ambos   ❝━━━━━━Ele está embriagado? ❞ questionou ponderando sobre o assunto, lembrando que seu primo e os rapazes filhos de seus arrendatários costumavam dizer que jogavam baldes de água fria quando ficavam muito bêbados, ou muito quentes. 

[xscrilege]

 ❝  danielle campbell. cis woman. she/her.  ⸻ my oh my, it seems AMARA was spotted around the city  listening  to  CRAVIN'  by  STILETO FT. KENDYLE PAIGE. usually , they spend their days  at  THE MET  working as  ART RESTORER .  between you and i, the  30/UNKNOWN  year old  WITCH  is avoided for being  MERCILESS. but once you get to know them , you will find that also have the tendency to be pretty  CLEVER  as well .  can’t help but wonder if there’s more to their story , especially when they are hiding something … In city full of life and darkness , something is brewing within the shadows … and with them being A CIVILLIAN , the city will certainly live up to its name.  ⸻ 

001.    GENERAL INFORMATION.

OFFICIAL  NAME ﹕  amara.

NICKNAMES  +  ALIASES ﹕ unknown.

D.O.B ﹕ december 21st.

AGE ﹕  30 / unknown.

GENDER ﹕ cis woman.

PRONOUNS ﹕  she+her.

SEXUALITY ﹕  heterosexual.

PLACE  OF  BIRTH ﹕  unknown.

ZODIAC  SIGN ﹕  sagittarius-capricorn cusp.

FINANCIAL  STATUS ﹕  filthy rich.

OCCUPATION ﹕  art restorer.

LANGUAGES  SPOKEN ﹕  universal.

002.    PHYSICAL TRAITS.

HAIR  COLOR ﹕ brown.

EYES ﹕  green.

HEIGHT ﹕  5' 1''.

BUILD ﹕  slim.

BIRTH MARK ﹕  a crescent moon on her shoulder ( click here to see ).

PIERCINGS ﹕  ears.

SCARS ﹕  n/a.

SPECIES﹕  witch.

SCENT ﹕ white lavender eucalyptus.

003.    MENTAL ANALYSIS.

POSITIVE  TRAITS ﹕ clever , passionate.

NEGATIVE  TRAITS ﹕ merciless , enigmatic.

LIKES ﹕ art , her children , asian cuisine.

DISLIKES ﹕ when her peace is disrupted , when her children are threatened.

MORAL ALIGNMENT ﹕ evil neutral .

TEMPERAMENT ﹕ choleric.

DEADLY SIN ﹕ lust + pride.

ELEMENT ﹕ fire.

PRIMARY INTELLIGENCE TYPE ﹕ intrapersonal .

EMOTIONAL STABILITY﹕ good.

ALCOHOL USE﹕ socially.

PRONE TO VIOLENCE?﹕ when provoked.

DRIVES / MOTIVATIONS﹕ herself , her childen.

004.    FAMILY.

MOTHER ﹕ unknown.

FATHER ﹕ unknown.

CHILDREN ﹕ araya voss ( werewolf : the lucius ) , a son ( vampire : myrkson ).

SIGNIFICANT  OTHER ﹕  n/a.

005.    BIOGRAPHICAL DATA.

⸻ what can be said about amara , other that she is a riddle wrapped in a mystery inside an enigma with many acquaintances who are left with a mysterious impression of her, and those who came into conflict with her rarely came out alive.

⸻ A mother of two ( albiet no one knows she is a mother ) , In her early life, amara can be characterized as a caring and polite person. yet as beautiful and as kind as she can be , amara is capable of being ruthless. Having a sinister, cold, and very dangerous personality. as gentle as she may seem, those who anger her or witness it, knows her to be murderous by trade and exceptionally ruthless towards her enemies

⸻ Still it does take a lot for you to be able to provoke that side of her considering she believes in second changes but a third will never be it . Her only weakness is her children as she would do anything for them . those who knew her to be quite the trouble maker in the past would probably say she had gone soft since having her children... yet its best not to mess with them when dealing with amara , she would burn down the entire city if its for them . 

⸻ she came back into the city as of last year after 20 years. she occasionally leaves and comes back , but not only did something pulled her back but amara missed her children.

[nrcissablck]

Date: March 31st 1979 Location: Grand Ballroom @lusciousmalfxy​

Truthfully, these past two weeks hadn’t been what she had expected. When they had been invited, she had envisioned spending days on end with Lucius, growing closer, and perhaps ending the trip with an engagement ring on her finger. But they hadn’t spent tons of time together, she was still not engaged and Lucius kept going back to London for work. No matter what she did, he didn’t seem to listen to her. Earth meditation had been a complete disaster, he had fidgeted the entire time and it wasn’t the romantic experience that she had wanted. But she was willing to ignore all of that tonight. Tonight was supposed to be a fun night for the two of them. A romantic night. What was more romantic than a ball? 

And so far, the night had been nice. Maybe not as perfect as she had imagined, but they had been dancing and spending the time together that she had been wanting. And she was content.

For now. 

"Tonight has been perfect, don’t you think?” She asked him. They had moved off the dance floor and were drinking champagne together in a secluded corner of the ballroom. “I love the way that they enchanted the ballroom. I need to speak to whoever his party planner is, I want to hire them for the next party that we throw. Wouldn’t that be wonderful? I’ve been thinking that we need to throw some sort of affair when we get back to England. I think it would be fun to do it together, don’t you think?” She waited a moment for him to answer her, and when she looked up at him, she realized that he wasn’t even listening. “Lucius,” she snapped. “You haven’t been listening to a word that i’ve been saying, have you?” She followed his eyes. “What are you looking at?”

[bloody-avery]

@l-malfoy

How much longer do you think we’re going to be skulking in the shadows? I’m ready to get back to work. Or are we on a standstill until the rat is found?