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Pansy Parkinson
Out of Character
Name: Alexia
Contact: AIM- SeductiveTouch1
Previous experience: Coming on two years at various HP related boards.
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In Character
Name: Pansy Parkinson
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Residence: Parkinson Manor situated in Wiltshire.
Year: 7th
Blood: Pure as they come.
Wand: 10 inches, Dragon Heartstring, Pine
Appearance:
Pansy Parkinson has never been labeled as beautiful, though as she has matured, her looks have followed suit. Yet, it was never so much as her true physical attributes that labeled her as ‘unattractive’ but that of the expressions that form on her face. It isn’t rare that a scowl or smudge look is donned upon her small little face, which in the past has earn her the look of what some would say looked like a baby ‘pug’. While still holdings the cold look on her dainty face, it has somewhat softened over the years, while still holding the distinct look of loathing and hatred. She has always had a slightly upturned nose, though, perhaps more so because of the fact that she looks down upon people. With a look of distain while looking down upon someone, it can very well become quite an unappealing look to most.
Though, if one were to actually see a smile curl onto her lips, she was graced with quite an aristocratic beauty. Her face is small yet lean, having very defined cheekbones set high on her face. Her eyes, a dark brown color, are small and almond shaped. Soft freckles are visible across the bridge of her nose and cheeks; though most would have to get quite close to notice any at all. She has always been one to enhance her beauty as much as one could, though having matured, no longer does she allow any shades of pink onto her eyelids, but goes for a much more cleansed and put together look. It isn’t unthinkable that she spends more time then the average girl getting ready in the morning.
This leads us to another important piece of information regarding Pansy’s appearance.
Looking ones best at any time is something that Pansy had been taught from a young age, and like any of the other beliefs her parents have taught her, she believes firmly in such. There is no way of knowing if someone important is watching, and never would a Parkinson look indecent if that were the case. Having grown out of the pink stage many years ago, she only wears the most expensive designer robes one can find. To think that she would allow a strand of hair out of place was unthinkable, and she takes the utmost care of the way she looks. At all times. It isn’t uncommon for her to take a quite glance in the nearest mirror, only to make sure she looks as best as she can.
While she has inherited her mother’s looks, it was but her father’s genes in height that she received. She stands at the decent height of 5’6”, which is quite normal for a young girl of her age. She does not tend to tower over most, nor does she look up to most. Along with the height, she is slender in frame. Pansy has always been a petite girl, one who gained such by having a well worked metabolism, as well as battled bulimia when she was younger. Yes, she has forever been self-conscious about how she looks, even with being quite small to begin with. Though, like most things, she wouldn’t dare admit to such faults and mistakes. However, even though she is quite a fragile looking girl, she is very outspoken.
Never would she allow you to think she wasn’t as strong merely because of her height and petite waist.
Personality:
To the eye of the beholder, Pansy Parkinson is nothing but a cruel insensitive girl that thinks far to highly of herself for her own good, and for the most part, she is. She isn’t one to show emotion, and it’s quite rare to have a smile cross over her delicate features. She thinks that showing such emotion is a sign of weakness, and has learned that weakness is nothing that will be tolerated in her household. To those she holds dear, rare as it is, she still has a hard time showing her care for them. She comes off as cold and insensitive, only to shield other’s from a few qualities she doesn’t quite enjoy. In truth, she would do almost anything for those she held dear to her, even if it meant throwing a few punches or putting her own life in danger, as much of a shock as it may come off as. However, Pansy wouldn’t dare admit to that, for in her opinion, only those sorted into Gryffindor hold such personality traits.
And never would Pansy let any think she could have ever belonged to such a house.
Pansy forever has been the ideal Slytherin, mean, cold, cunning and sarcastic. She feels herself above almost everyone, being that she was born into both power and wealth. Some would call her vain, yet she simply finds herself opinionated. One thing her opinions tread hard on would be that of muggles, for she dislikes them with a passion. However, she more so grew to believe they were below her then having a true dislike for any of them. But if there was one thing Pansy wouldn’t dare do, was to doubt her parent’s beliefs and values. It isn’t rare that she looks down upon muggleborns as though they were mere specks of dirt found on her shoe, having always believed that they should be treated as such, and nothing better.
Always known to be one that was quite verbally abusive, and had a nasty habit for gossip, she has since then matured. It isn’t to say that gossip still doesn’t peck her interest, most definitely when it’s about the enemy. However, she has grown into a young lady that would rather sit back and watch as thing unfold, rather then jumping into a situation without knowing the consequences. Unlike when she was younger, she has begun to learn that few words make a far better impact on someone then lashing out. In fewer words, she doesn’t speak before she thinks, and only does if she finds it worthwhile.
Pansy, as most girls happen to be, happens to be quite self-conscious. Yet, it is only one more thing she wouldn’t dare tell anyone. When her fellow students lash out on her, it truly does hurt her deep down, though she fools people to believe otherwise by snapping nasty comments back. These comments normally tend to throw people off, thinking that she doesn’t really care what they had to say to her, though that isn’t true to the least. She is known to have a tongue of venom, and even though other students may have some nasty comments in return for her, never would she allow them to see how much their words truly hurt her.
She has chosen her friends well, and mostly befriends those she finds worthy of her time. It isn’t uncommon that she befriends those that will become an advantage for her. First she only would think of associating with the likes of purebloods, as well as those in her own house. It is fairly common that she won’t hesitate on making fun of those who aren’t up to her standards.
Praise is something Pansy needs, as well as the utmost respect. Having been very neglected by her parents in her childhood, she has yet to really know what love feels like. This tends to make her steer towards being feared by most of the schools population, knowing that by doing so, she is respected by most, even if they dislike her at the same extent. In her opinion, she could care less.
Though, even a rose with thorns is beautiful if you really search. Though she may not like to admit such things. She does have a soft interior, one that is hidden deep within her. Growing up in an environment with no love or care, she knew nothing about feeling either. This only leads her to having a hard time experiencing her emotions in any other way then cold. She may come off as cold and the typical Slytherin, but deep inside, there is a softness that only yearns to come out. Yet, don’t think it will anytime soon.
She is after all a Parkinson, and has learned that nothing is lower then showing such emotion.
History:
On April 19th, 1980, Pansy Parkinson was born to Jacqueline and Edward Parkinson. It was love at first sight for the both of them, as though this little girl with brown hair and brown eyes to match was sent from the heavens above to grace the earth. It wasn’t much of a surprise she turned out the way she happened to be when looking back at her upbringing. From the first moment she opened her eyes she was gods gift to the world, and her parents didn’t let her forget it. Though along with such came high expectation, having been born into a family of both fortune and status. There was little room for her to grow to become the girl she would have liked to be, and only would she become the daughter her parents had always wanted.
Before she could even talk, she was given everything she could ask for, if not more. It came to no ones surprise that by the young age of only 5 she truly began to believe money grew on trees.
Most would have thought such things would be a warning sign, yet not her own parents. As much as they spoiled her to near death, they neglected her more then anything else. Both consumed by the idea of wealth, they saw no reason to give her real care when they knew money could buy what most couldn’t. In other words, they felt that money could buy love. In her childhood, it didn’t seem that such things were much effect on Pansy, except for the fact that she gained the knowledge that anything she wanted, she’d get, no matter the price tag. Soon she believed that it was common for families not to show their care and love for each other, knowing no better then what her parents gave her. Which in their case were material objects.
There was little time to spend with her parents as she grew up, both being quite involved with the high society around them. Pansy grew up surrounded by the house workers that worked for her parents, depending on them to learn all the essentials in life, even the simplest as how to tie ones shoe. Even though her parents couldn’t be around to teach her such things, they demanded that she did indeed learn all things needed. It was no surprise that before most even began to crawl, she was being taught to walk. When most were being taught to talk, she was learning the alphabet. Her parents wouldn’t have it any other way, wanting their daughter to be as knowledgeable as she could be.
Born into high society also came with the territory. She was to attend all the dinners and balls that her parents were invited to, one thing she had never enjoyed much at a young age. On weekends she’d get done up for what seemed like hours of no stop smiling and making a good impression on those around her, when she really wished she could have been rolling around in the mud puddle outside as most children were allowed to do. However, after suggesting she do so once, she was told that she ‘simply wasn’t like other children’. And that was the end of it. Never again would she doubt what her parents believed or wanted for her, as much as she wished differently. They were indeed her parents, and they knew what would be best for her.
Like both her parents, a letter came on her 11th birthday from the magical school of Hogwarts, as well as one from Drumstrange. Her parents felt that Hogwarts was by far the best choice for her, and sent her straight to it. It was not a big surprise that on the day of the sorting, when the hat landed on her pretty little head, out came ‘Slytherin’ as it’s answer. It didn’t take long to get the respect she felt she needed from the rest of the school, that is, except from three students. All of whom were sorted into Gryffindor, which surely didn’t come to a surprise to herself. Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger. The moment she met the three she had a feel of hatred for them, everything simply coming into place so easily.
Harry Potter had gained respect and status because of his past, one that had happened when he was barely old enough to comprehend. She felt that he was unworthy to hold such a name in society when he hadn’t really done much, other then be the only to survive an attack by the Dark Lord. Then came Ronald Weasley, who held a last name that her parents muttered as one would say a swear word. He was dirt poor, though by the looks of things, couldn’t have been happier. That was the one thing that baffled her the most about him, how one could be filled with so much happiness when they had practically no money to their name. Last, but certainly not least, was Hermione Granger. The girl held a unique sort of intelligence that Pansy could only wish she could obtain. However, those thoughts on each never got uttered out loud, and she tortured each of them trying to make their life even more horrid then it happened to be.
Her years at Hogwarts went by like the last, each holding their own mysterious events that continued to shape the history of the school. Each brought new people as a Defense Against The Dark Arts teacher, one position in staff that Pansy believed strongly to be cursed. No teacher had ever stayed in the position for more then a year. Along with each passing year came glory to the ‘Golden Trio’ as she liked to refer to the three Gryffindors as. Even though she tormented and tired everything to make their lives hell, nothing seemed to work. It frustrated her to no end that they had no respect for her, that they even thought that they could utter comments back towards her. Yet, the pain and suffering they caused her was a mere note in her brain, never allowing herself to show such things.
Her sixth year at the school was one that changed the course she would take in the near future. It was the year that distinctly showed the thin line there happened to be between the dark and light side. She began to have feelings for a boy in particular that she didn’t understand, not knowing how she could truly care for someone, or even how that was suppose to feel. Near the end of the year, Dumbledore was killed. She heard few details about what had happened that faithful night, though enough to think up her own conclusions. For once in her life, she was confused. She didn’t know what she should be feeling about the situation, or if any of it was worth the fight.
However, in the end of it all, she finally decided that if one wants to win, they must play on the winning side. And for her, that means choosing to be faithful to the Dark Lord. As much as it might hurt her in the end.
Preferred house: Slytherin
Pet: None, Pansy wouldn’t be one to take care of anything that doesn’t involve herself.
Class elective: Arithmancy
Role play sample:
“Fine, school was fine,” Pansy said when finally seated with her parents in their car, though her tone was void of any real emotion. A scowl lay on her lips as they drove away from the train station, and finally she was able to be back home. She felt that the year was slower then the one before, and didn’t expect the next to be any better. She never took much of a liking to Hogwarts, too many hopeless cases wondering the halls of the school. In her opinion, hopeless cases meant all those who weren’t in Slytherin. However, she really shouldn’t have thought that all those in her own house were even up to part, seeing as how they too held quite a few pathetic souls.
“I expect you behaved yourself?” Her father asked, glancing over at his daughter. Pansy merely nodded firmly at his question, showing that she had indeed. Honestly, she was born into expectation, and she was not going to let her parents down. She hadn’t as of yet, and she’d still continued to strive to be better. Yet, as much as she hated to admit it, it seemed as though everything she did to prove she was worthy of holding their last named, was a failed attempt.
“Wouldn’t think of behaving foolishly,” she finally uttered after a pause of silence. Foolish didn’t come in her package. Sure, she was known for being quite blunt at times, saying the wrong thing that normally lead to a lash of verbal fighting. Yet, acting out in a way that would only draw horrible attention to herself and her family was something she wouldn’t have. In the past she had thought differently, but as much as people hated to see, others did manage to grow up and get away from old behaviors that weren’t very attractive. After all, not only did she not feel the need to ruin her family’s reputation, she didn’t feel like ruining her own. She was mature, and she wouldn’t have people thinking differently.
“We are proud of you,” both her parents said at the same time, a cold smirk laying on each of their lips. Pansy Parkinson couldn’t help but smirk at their comment, as she sat at the back of the car in between the both of them. Once again, after all her doubt, she was made to feel perfect by the both of them. How could they be actually disappointed with all that she has happened to accomplish, and the way she has turned out. She has been their ideal daughter for so long, and no, she wasn’t about to mess that up. She would continue to show them how much she was made of, and how much more she could accomplish. Why stop while ahead when she could be even more so?
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