Avarice ◆ Syphier ◆ Malfoy
"Leave all your loving, your longing behind
You can't carry it with you if you want to survive"
"Leave all your loving, your longing behind
You can't carry it with you if you want to survive"
NAME ● My name is Avarice Syphier Malfoy, legally. It's a completely idiotic name, in my opinion. I go by my middle name, Syphier. At least, to my friends.... everyone else calls me Greed. Wait, I don't have any friends.... Greed it is, then.
AGE ● I'm seventeen years old now, so at least I'm safe from ***** style="color: #36648B">GENDER ● I'm a female. ...what? What's that look for? You don't believe me?
SEXUALITY● Uh.... bi-curious I guess.... why isn't asexual an option?
YEAR ● This year will be my seventh and final year at Hogwarts.
HOUSE ● The hat considered putting me in slytherin, but my lineage nixed that. Yet another denial thanks to that blood. So I'm in Ravenclaw instead.
WAND ● It's made of Cypress (associated with the greek god Hades, good for Transfiguration and Dark Arts), a reforged Basilisk Skin Core from my grandmother (a wand that binds itself almost strictly to budding Dark Wizards, but great for curses), roughly seven and a half inches long, and good and sturdy. Not too stubborn, but it's got a kick to it. ...So, it's kind of a dark wand. But I have more important things to worry about than vague signs that I might follow in my grandfathers footsteps and become an evil psychopath.
APPEARANCE ● My defining trait is that I'm short. Like, really short. Ha ha, yeah, laugh it up, I've heard it all before. Standing at about four foot ten I'm very, very tiny. I have a petite frame, very pale skin, and very short, very blonde hair. It's been remarked that I look just like my father, which is unfortunate because, you know.... my fathers a man. And I'm not. So I have a little bit of androgyny going on, but for the most part it just confuses first years. Everyone else either figured it out, or didn't care to. Anyways, outside of uniform, I usually end up dressing according to which mode I'm in. As Greed, I'll usually be wearing whatever clothes I can pull out of my trunk in one try. All of my clothes are two sizes too big for me, and it's intentional. As Greed, I can't stand the feeling of cloth gripping tightly at my skin. Typically it's big sweatpants and an oversized shirt. As Syphier, my wardrobe is considerably nicer. I'll un-wrinkle nice shirts and leggings and the like. Usually, I still wear the way too big shirts, but I'll put on a belt and some leggings and wear it like a tunic. It's, uh.... odd. But I like the way it looks. I wear glasses to read, as well.
PERSONALITY ● Well I was raised by a jerk, so I'm kind of a jerk. I don't like socializing, I don't like making friends, and I probably don't like you. I don't need a reason, either. When offered kindness I respond with cold, condescending remarks. At first, I did this because it was the only way I knew how to react. It was all I'd ever seen. Then, of course, I just sort of grew into being a cold, callous b***h. I didn't mind it, really. But at the same time, it was a lonely existence. At least, part of me was that way... To be honest, I've got a slight disorder. Split Personality Disorder, to be exact. Now, I'm not crazy. I don't have two separate consciousnesses who fight for dominance or anything. I just.... have two different modes. I'm a condescending jerk either way, but there's a few differences....
First, there's Quidditch me, who I guess we'll call Greed. Greed is confidant, cocky, cold, calculating, and in general a low-down sleeze-bag who is, sadly, better at getting people to like her. Greed is calm, and can be somewhat social. She's articulate, cunning, and more than anything, she wants to play quidditch on a professional level and win the world championships. She's somewhat rash and doesn't care how her actions affect others, most of the time.
Then there's Alchemist me, who we'll call Syphier. Syphier is quiet, withdrawn, lazy, and anti-social. She isn't good at dealing with people, and is exceedingly impatient. Syphier would just as soon blow everyone off in favor of going and working on arithmancy and potions work... or just experimenting in general.
BIOGRAPHY ● Okay, well, I'm the oldest child and only daughter of Draco Malfoy. You know, that ex-death eater from the last war? Yeah. My parents story isn't a romantic, heartfelt one or anything like that. In fact, it was pretty much the opposite. My father had a very brief affair with my mother (a muggle born girl, mind you) when they were both very young and VERY confused, and from their brief time together I was conceived. By the time the two found out, my father had gotten over his 'exploring' phase and left my mother.... at least, that's how he likes to tell it. Truth be told, my mom got tired of dealing with his dickery and she left him. Out of spite, I think, when my father found out her pregnancy, he immediately demanded custody of me. You'd think that, having been a death-eater in the last war and his own father in Azkaban, the courts would rule against him. However, he'd been excused of his crimes during the war (since, admittedly, he had only been a child coerced into it by his father) he actually won out rather easily. His case was that, since he and my mother were both young, unmarried, and definitely NOT together, whoever had me would have to be a single parent. My father, already in charge of the vast Malfoy estate, as well as having given himself an extra boost writing a book about his experiences during the war, was the most financially stable and capable of raising a child on his own, while my mother was about working class and (still very young) struggling to make ends meet for herself. So my father gained full custody of me, and I saw hide nor hair of my mother until I was ten years old.
Now, I don't think my father was a bad parent, necessarily, but in retrospect I do think he was a bad example. All of my patterns of speech and mannerisms came from watching HIM. So when someone spoke to me I was snide, rude, and condescending. When someone was obviously either superior to me or somehow had something I wanted, I was polite, stern, and spoke bluntly, but flowery. For several years, my father and I lived alone together. Up until I was six years old, it was just him and me, in our big, empty house. My father was short with me (and had also neglected to teach me respect) and I was short with him. Every conversation was snide, sarcastic remarks back and fourth. So, in short, we got along well enough. Then she came along, my proverbial evil stepmother, Astoria Greengrass. Much as I like to exaggerate, Astoria wasn't, and isn't, actually evil, or even all that malicious. She just.... didn't care about me. It was understandable, I was a rude, arrogant little child. So why she fell for my father is beyond me, we're exactly alike. In any case, when my father started seeing her, he started seeing only her, and she didn't care to look at me. All of a sudden, because of this woman, I was alone. She stole my father away, and made no effort to make up to me for it. They say that past the age of ten, a new disciplinary figure shouldn't be introduced. Well, in my case, I guess the age limit was six, because even when they were married, I absolutely objected to everything the woman did. This, of course, didn't please my father, and at that point we grew apart, somewhat. I always resented Astoria, and I still do. But, she did give me one good thing, at least.... Scorpius.
Apparently I had been named after my fathers intentions...'Avarice.' Greed... Scorpius got to carry on the tradition of having an astrological name. He was born before I turned seven, and even though he was only my half brother, I loved him more than anything the moment I saw him, that ugly little wad of flesh. I don't think Astoria cared for it, but I wound up spending just as much time with Scorpius, if not more, than she did. I taught him everything I could, which was increasingly more as I grew older. During my withdrawal from my father, I found an interesting new hobby... alchemy. I became a fan of studying potions and famous alchemists, like Nicolas Flamel. Taking note of this interest (and ever encouraging me to be better than everyone else ever) my father bought me more books on the subject, and I grew further enthralled with it. It was also around this time, when Scorpius was still too young to serve as a proper playmate, that I discovered my second great passion... quidditch. From the first game I saw, I was enthralled. I'd begged my father for my own broomstick, and when he did grant me one, I was hardly ever off it. My father once made a remark that I was the oddest child, floating around on my broomstick outside with my nose buried in a book on advanced potions making. But he said it with a light smile on his face, and so it made me happy. When he got a little bigger, I even took Scorpius out on my broomstick, much to the horror and dismay of Astoria when she caught me. But the little Scorpius thought it was fun, and so did I.
Then, when I was ten, I got a letter from my mother. As it turns out, she'd sent me letters periodically over the years, and my father just deemed it 'inappropriate' at the time, that I be privy to them. I never did figure out why he chose then to let me see them. In any case, I wanted to meet her.... so I did. I didn't like it. She had her own family by then, of course, and other children. She was kind, sweet, affectionate... everything my father wasn't, and it was unsettling. I got the feeling that her husband didn't care for me, but he smiled at me anyway. They were all friendly and welcoming, and I didn't know how to deal with it. So, as per usual, I was rude and cold. My mother was understanding, at least. I started making visits to see her periodically, after that, but the visits were always brief. Her happy, open family always makes me squirm. I also did it, partially, to annoy my father (who, I promise, was VERY annoyed by it, and always refused to see the woman). The next year, of course, I began my time at Hogwarts. Oh, I tried to make friends, at first. The problem was that I didn't know how. I acted like my father did, and treated everyone around me like garbage. I don't blame them for turning away from me. And as they turned away, I turned inward.
I can't say at what point Greed and Syphier became separate. I'm sure it was a long, slow process which happened over time, probably starting from the time Astoria married my father, when the way I acted around them began to change from the way I wanted to act. I'm not sure which personality is closer to the real 'me' if such a thing exists. But it's become prominent enough that my father noticed, and is trying to 'get me help.' Bah. I continued on, became a chaser on the ravenclaw quidditch team... but, in my fourth year, my father and I had another big fallout. We'd repaired our relationship, had become friends once again. I acted properly for him and did my best to represent him and our family well, especially in front of others... so when I found out that it had been written up in legal documents that Scorpius would be the heir to the Malfoy estate, and not me, I was absolutely furious. It was the only time I ever raised my voice to my father. In the end, the truth came out as to why. Scorpius was a pureblood. I, born from a muggle-born, had sullied blood, and thus could not carry on the Malfoy name. I was enraged, and I think, if Greed and Syphier hadn't been pronounced before then, they definitely were after that. Greed was my fury, my rebellion, and my desire to be accepted. Greed flipped my fathers desk over, screamed, yelled, and broke every mold that Syphier had established. My father just looked on with a calm face and some unreadable emotion deep in his eyes, and when I'd stopped my ranting, politely told me to go to my room. That only made me angrier, but I'd already vented, and my adrenaline rush was gone. I stormed to my room and proceeded to lock myself there for a week. I cried, mostly. And read. As Syphier, I was helpless and sad. I was relieved to go off to school, and even refused to come home for the holidays.
Eventually, I got over it.... mostly. I grew resentful towards my father and stepmother, and Greed grew in my defiance. While part of me still wanted, more than anything, the approval of my father, part of me wanted to break away from him completely. I continued striving to become a master alchemist, but I also openly pursued a career as a professional quidditch player, something which my father didn't approve of, as far as professions went.
STRENGTHS ● Obviously, I'm very skilled in potions. I have to be, if I ever want to become a great alchemist some day. Also, I've had a lot of practice flying, so I'm pretty good at that, too. I have to be, if I want to play quidditch professionally... ah, damn. Well, aside from potions and flying, my other strengths lie in curses and hexes and herbology. I also happen to have a pretty good work ethic, and even as lazy Syphier I'm working, just my mind more than my body. I'm always busy.
WEAKNESSES ● Well, I'm not terribly good at D.A.D.A.. At first, I thought it was because I was unskilled, but I later realized that my wand was built for casting dark spells, not repelling them. I know that being socially inept is a weakness, so we can mark that one off as well. Oh, I'm awful when it comes to charms. Most of the time I have to do without small magical conveniences, simply because I'll often end up messing things up trying to charm them. I've never done well in C.O.M.C., but only because all of the bloody animals hate me. I also tend to stress myself out with overworking myself. I don't know my own limitations, it seems, and sometimes I'll forget to eat or sleep, and pass out from exhaustion. I did that while on my broomstick once. It did not end at all well.
GREATEST FEAR ● Well, obviously, I have my issues, as does everyone. But, since boggarts seem to favor more physical, immediate fears rather than the deep metaphorical ones, my boggarts nearly always transform into a giant, snarling werewolf. .....what? I'm terrified of them, don't ask me why!
DEEPEST DESIRE ● ...I don't want to tell anyone this! D<
Okay, my 'deepest desire' is really cheesy and stupid. It involves Scorpius looking up to me, my father being proud of me, actually being married to my mother instead of that woman, and me as a famously successful alchemist and quidditch player. Happy?
MISC. FACTS ● You already covered the whole 'split personality' thing, right? In posts my name will change betwen Syphier to Greed depending on which personality is in favor at the time.
Oh, and I have a pet jarvey named Druid. All he does is bite and curse loudly.
I'm the Ravenclaw Keeper too, just by the way.
MY CLASSES ● Potions, Advanced Potions (private lesson), Arithmancy, Charms, D.A.D.A., Transfiguration, Herbology, Advanced Flying
THEME SONG! ●
You Are the Only Exception
Dog Days are Over
► Karime Blackwing ◄
