Meet MALACHY KIRKE. He is EIGHTEEN YEARS OLD and is a SEVENTH YEAR SLYTHERIN who looks a lot like KEVEN ZEGERS. Fortunately for you, Malachy is OPEN.
Malachy Kirke knows how to get what he wants. He speaks with sweet words but with evil intentions. He’s manipulative, and dangerously territorial. He’ll flirt with any girl he finds pretty enough and doesn’t take kindly to being rebuffed. He can actually be quite terrifying at times. He always holds his head high, a smirk on his lips and a glint in his eye. To those who know him, there’s really no doubt that Malachy will one day become a Death Eater. Even if he’s not blatantly violent, when he feels insulted he says more with his hands than he does his mouth. He can be the most charming person you’ve ever met, kissing your hand and holding open a door, but inside, he only cares about getting what he wants. To him, nothing else matters.
The eldest of the Kirke twins, Malachy has always looked after his younger sister. From a young age he watched her, lashing out at anyone who dared to hurt her. He even kept her secret when he found out she was sneaking out when they were eight. At first, it was all harmless fun. Sometimes he’d even sneak out with her, just to see what all her fuss was about, and he usually had a good time.
Growing up, Mal wasn’t a bad kid, per se, just a bit mislead. He made a few bad choices, and had a bit of a temper, but he was still a relatively good person. He, like his sister, yearned for their parents approval, and therefore strived to be the perfect son. And, being a Kirke, that meant walking with your back straight and your nose turned up at others because you knew you were better than them. Needless to say, confidence wasn’t something he had for a while, but arrogance? That was instilled in him from a young age. Somehow, his sister never got that part. She stayed playful, happy, kind. They told each other everything, and never had any secrets. That’s usually what you get when you’re a twin.
Everything changed, however when they finally went to Hogwarts. Malachy was sorted into Slytherin, just as he’d expected, but his sister….she was put into Gryffindor. Mal couldn’t understand it and he didn’t like this new seperation. He’d always lived with his sister right in the next room, but now she was on the other side of the castle! He was angry for weeks, but eventually decided he’d simply have to make sure to spend more time with her. Not to say he didn’t enjoy getting to know his fellow serpents. He already knew one Aiden Mulciber from before their days at school, but the others, he had yet to meet.
Through the years, Mal grew up into a man that many of the younger slytherin girls would swoon for. He definitely had that bad boy persona, and merlin’s beard did it work for him. There were even girls in other houses that were drawn to him, seeing him as a troubled soul that they thought they could fix. They never did fix him though. He wooed them, took what he wanted, and then dropped them. He rarely let them down gently. He just didn’t care enough for that.
Only recently has he discovered just how much his sister’s grown up over these years at Hogwarts. She’s no longer the little girl sneaking out after the sun went down. No, now she’s a young woman sneaking out, and she’s rarely ever alone. Most of the time, he sees her with her friends, her fellow Gryffindors, or that Amelia Bones, but then….then there are the times when he sees her with a boy, and it triggers something in him that just wants to curse them all into oblivion. He’d like to say that he was just protective, but even he knows that deep down, it’s more than that. He’s jealous. He wont admit it, but even when he thinks about it to himself, he rarely ever sees it as wrong. The Blacks and the Malfoys have been doing it for generations, so why should he feel bad? Malachy Kirke is a man who gets what he wants. And what he wants, is Gwen. She is his, and if he has to prove that, he will. And until the time comes to do so, he’ll just keep toying with the hearts of the girls who are foolish enough to throw themselves at him. They’ll keep him sated…for now.
+ Anything else:
+ Malachy is the Keeper of the Slytherin Quidditch Team.
+ He excels in Defense Against the Dark Arts and Potions
Someone should take up Malachy Kirke in the icansolemnlyswear rp. i play his sister Gwendolyn Kirke and for fuck’s sake she needs her bro. C’mon…It’s Kevin Zegers!!
If you’re interested, go talk to Dee, she’s the admin for the group, and I swear you wont regret joining. The cast is great, the characters are great, the drivers are like a family, and the entire rp is just breathtaking. There’s never a dull moment with these people. And this is coming from a girl who’s only been part of the rp for about a week, maybe a week and a half. So come on, what have you got to lose?
Are you up to no good?
things that piss me off: #1
PEOPLE WHO DONT UNDERSTAND THE IDEA OF A FICTIONAL LOVE
I call it a fictional love because at the moment, I can’t think of a better name. But to explain it in the most simplest terms:
There are those who see a character (in a book or a movie), and think they’re attractive because of their looks, and then, there are those who find them attractive because of their character.
Take me for example. I do think Remus Lupin and Sirius Black are attractive, but whenever I’m with someone and watching a movie, or I tell someone this, they immediately jump on me going “but they’re so old!” or “how can you find them hot?” and, see above, it pisses me off. It’s not that I think they’re hot or visually attractive (and I’m not saying they’re not. They’re not bad, but they’re not exactly going to reduce me to a puddle either.), it’s their character. Not the actor, but the person they play. I fall for the dynamics, the quotes, the descriptions, the essence of the character and if that character is portrayed right, or if it’s just a movie and I find a character attractive, it’s because I love the ups and downs of the character, their structure. I hate that people can’t understand loving a character, aside from their appearance. Back to referencing Sirius/Remus, yes, I find them attractive. I find Sirius attractive because he’s aristocratic by birth, but wild and rebellious by nature. He has a free spirit, some of the best quotes I’ve ever read, and he brings something to the story that none of the other characters could ever have hoped to. With Remus, it’s almost the same. He’s unique to the story, is calm, intelligent, and compassionate, but you can also see that he has a wild side given his condition. He’s humble, and doesn’t readily take offence when comments are made about his being a werewolf.
So, for fuck’s sake, get over it and stop questioning my character loving logic.
Evanna Lynch AVPSY…
I think it was amazing. And not just for us, or for the other cast members, but for her as well. Here is a girl who was pulled into this magical world only to have to say goodbye to it almost just as quick. Her character changed people, then, and now. This brought it back, and let her come back to it all one last time. She didn’t have to say goodbye yet. She could still be Looney Luna Lovegood one more time, and even if it was a different cast, and it was a staged reading and a musical, it kept her character alive for her. She got that chance, and she took it. And it’s been a year since the last movie, and she’s still our Luna. Neville’s still in love with her, and even though it’s different, it’s also the same.
That one touch, having her in the play, gave it magic. It made it seem even more real than it had before, and that’s saying something.
Are you ever going to change you're theme? It's getting kinda old.
No. I dont think I will. At least not for a really long time. My theme is Pottermore related. Aka, Harry Potter. And Harry Potter is a big part of me.
Ok. Story time. Here we go.
I started reading the Harry Potter series in 1st grade. That was when I first discovered magic. And, when you’re the kid who doesn’t really have any friends and spends recess with her head tilted down, looking for shells in the sand on the playground, magic was a good thing to have. Harry Potter gave me something to believe in. And even though I sometimes got made fun of as the girl who brought “a big book” to school everyday, I loved reading, and Harry Potter gave me the strength to deal with the insults and the loneliness of elementary school. Every year until I turned eleven, I would count the days until I would be old enough to receive my Hogwarts letter. It was something to look forward to when I got up in the morning, because I was another day closer. But then, I turned 11, and there were no owls, or letters. So, yeah, me and my little kid mind were kinda crushed. But I kept hope. I kept reading the books and they kept giving me the strength they had since I’d first started reading them.
Then, when I would watch the movies, the books would come alive. I would be able to see everything happen right before my very eyes and it just made it all so much more real. Every year, I would go see the movies when they came out, and it felt like I was growing up alongside these characters. They were like long-distance friends.
Growing up, as everything around me changed, and I changed myself, the Harry Potter series was a constant. It was always there, and they were growing just as I was, granted they were older than me so it was like they were growing a lot faster.
Then, when the series ended, that stability wasn’t there anymore. But the magic still was, if I looked hard enough. I found that Harry Potter would never really end. It was like that quote from Sirius Black. “The ones that love us never really leave us.” Harry Potter would never die, at least not for me. It would still be there, lying in all those books, the movies, the memorabilia. It was all still there, and now, instead of something to keep waiting on, it was something to remember, to treasure. Harry Potter was a major aspect in all the things that made me who I am today. I don’t know where I’d be if I hadn’t been introduced to the series when I was a kid.
My theme is Harry Potter related because every time I look at my tumblr, it brings it all back. Privet Drive, the cupboard under the stairs, the letter with the wax seal. It makes me happy, and I’m not here to make other people happy. I reblog what I like because I like having it on my page. I like the fact that I can find things that make me smile and reblogging them is like tucking them away into a special box of memories. It’s something I can look back on when I’m feeling down in the dumps and it always makes me feel better.
So no. I’m not going to change my theme. And I dont care if you think it’s getting old, because in my mind, it’s not. It’s an extension of something that I love so much, and that continues to make me a better person with each and every day I walk this earth. And if you don’t like that, well, tough. I’m sure there are a ton of other blogs out there with themes you’d like better. Why don’t you go follow one of them?
And I just rambled. A lot. I’m sorry. I just felt like explaining it all I guess.
And now, back to our regularly scheduled fangirling…
Guys I might be moving.
Not very far. I mean…I’d pretty much be in the same neighborhood as I am now.
But if I move……I get a dog.
I’m gonna get a little black lab retriever puppy and name it Padfoot.
I’ve been doing research and stuff because I MIGHT BE GETTING A DOG.
Oh, and if I do move, I’ve gotta have a painting party. Invite the choir kids. Even though I’m terrified at how that could turn out.
So…..I’m working on creating a Marauder’s Era RP…
and right now, I’ve already done almost all of my Gryffindor bios, but I haven’t started on the other houses. I’m looking for someone who knows what they’re talking about when it comes to these characters and would be will be willing to help me, and maybe help me run the RP when it’s ready. But right now all I’m worried about is getting these characters written, because right now I still have exactly 50 more bios to do. I know it’s a lot, but…yeah.
If you’re interested, drop a message in my ask and we’ll talk.
Make a Wish Harry! Happy 32nd!
A very special Happy Birthday to J. K. Rowling and Harry Potter.
”Born as the seventh month dies” July 31st marks the day when magic was born! Thank you for being 99% of my childhood. Sincerely, A non-11 year old girl still waiting for her letter.
Welcome to Platform 9¾
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