Post by Pansy Parkinson on Jul 7, 2007 22:19:54 GMT -5
OOC: Malfoy might want to look this over and make sure there's nothing disagreeable in it. I tried to be vague when it came to them.
Name: Pansy Parkinson
Age: 17
Birthday: October 16th
Bloodline: Pureblood
Physical Description: Pansy has grown out of her young (and, in her opinion – though she’d never say so to anyone else – squashed together) face over the last year or so. It was very recently that she began to pay more attention to ‘prettying up’ herself; and it might have something to do with the loss of her long-time boyfriend, Draco Malfoy. Pansy never cared much about make-up nor doing her hair fancy. She cared to look beautiful, of course, as all teenage girls do, but always felt fake in the make-up and ‘trendy’ clothes.
That said, she still made quite an impression on the people around her. While her enemies have called her pug-faced and ugly, her serious features and strong build – for she is muscular, moreso than most girls – give her an air of definite confidence and control. As for her face, well, if one’s face can point that they are certain personality traits over others – if one can ‘look’ kind or ‘look’ mean simply by the way their face is arranged – then Pansy’s face gives off a look of cunning, and yes, perhaps some meanness. Her lightly red lips form a straight line almost perpetually, and her dark brown eyes with their flecks of something even darker are penetrating.
Her hair, which she has recently let grow out past its harsh chin-length cut, is so dark a brown it is nearly black. It nearly reaches her shoulders now, and the length has contributed to a considerable change in her appearance. She looks prettier – still not supermodel-gorgeous, but pretty.
So why has she decided to suddenly wear make-up and curl her hair? In truth, it is a desperate attempt to repair things with Draco Malfoy. She has tried all that she can think of, but hopes that somehow this will help. She doesn’t smile nearly as much anymore, seeming to find less and less things funny, and this isn’t all due to a certain blonde-headed boy. Life is getting harder and harder for those more aligned with the Dark Lord than with the ridiculous Ministry, and people are getting more and more suspicious of her family. These are wearing on her, creating dark circles under her eyes, a less healthy colour to her skin and a more grim set to her lips.
Personality: If you want to put it simply, you could say that Pansy Parkinson is a backstabbing bully. But she only stabs backs either when she has been insulted first, or when it is necessary to make something very important and very useful happen. She doesn’t think too much about doing it, either—they always come back to her, and it’s not as if they could do anything in return. Pansy is the most powerful Slytherin female, and she knows it. Just like she knows that many of the people in other houses fear her. It’s a power that she enjoys.
But now, the politics of Hogwarts seem somewhat…petty. She still bullies and teases, but it doesn’t have the same savor that it once had. The faculty is turning against her, against all the Slytherins, protecting Potter and Granger and their pathetic little friends so that a simple insult now cannot go unnoticed by one or more of them who happen to be within earshot. Pansy wants nothing more than to leave – to leave and join the Death Eaters – but her parents won’t allow her to leave school early, and besides, she is too young to be of use to the Death Eaters. She has made clear to Draco her wishes to help many times, but has never yet been given the answer she wants.
Pansy has a tough exterior; it is very hard to get any kind of emotion other than nonchalance, disdain or anger out of her. Surprisingly, underneath it all, she is girlier than she will let on. This shows through in pieces, in flashes—in her crush on Viktor Krum and how she glows when she’s told she’s pretty. This is the part of her that still mourns over her father’s death and says good night to his picture every night, the part of her that has cried over Draco, the part that wishes that life was how it was years ago, even though the rest of her scoldingly tells her that she should be happy at the changes, because they’ve brought the Dark Lord steps closer to power.
Likes: having power over other people, her cat, Viktor Krum, being told she’s pretty, Draco Malfoy
Dislikes: Granger, Potter, the entire filthy Weasley lot--alright, basically Gryffindors in general…giggly sappy girls, weak people and treacle tart
History: Pansy Parkinson was born in London in a wizarding hospital, the very hospital where her father worked as a healer. Both parents were Purebloods, and her mother’s family especially was anti-muggle. Her father’s was politically indifferent. Pansy, an only child, was brought up in a home where she was pampered by her father and was a daddy’s girl from the day he first held her.
All of that changed for the worse when, soon before Pansy’s seventh birthday, her father was killed, attacked by a crazed patient in St. Mungo’s. And it changed even further when her mother remarried to Alcaine Belmonte and they moved into his home. Alcain came from a prominent anti-muggle family, who was rumored to be a supporter of You-Know-Who, and possibly even a Death Eater (though he wasn’t, because of a health condition which kept him from moving very fast). But he helped in other ways; his job in the Ministry at times gave him opportunity to pull strings for others.
When she was eleven, the expected letter came for her from Hogwarts school, and she finally was swept up in the world she’d been waiting to jump into for so long. Finally, she could do magic, not the toy kind from joke shops. There she met Slytherins whom quickly became allies, if not friends. Among them was Draco Malfoy, whom Pansy set her sights on. At eleven, neither was particularly interested in the opposite sex, so it wasn’t until their third or fourth year that they began to grow closer than friends. Pansy enjoyed being in Malfoy’s group because it meant power and importance; nobody was above Draco Malfoy. His family was very prominent in the wizarding community, and Pansy’s mother and step-father approved.
The last couple of years, she has felt quite left out, watching people her age and older (though Malfoy is in fact the only one her age involved in the Death Eaters) participate in the war she wants to do her part with but can’t yet. It’s frustrating. And at the same time, suspicion is growing everywhere as the idiotic Ministry grasps at straws to find Death Eaters. Her friends’ families are carted off to jail or fired, and Malfoy will hardly speak to her ever since that chaotic and fateful night at the school.
Family and Pets: Pansy lives with her mother, Septima Belmonte, and her step-father, Alcaine Belmonte, a house elf by the name of Lowdys, her cat, Dymphna, and her owl, Radegunde. She has no siblings.
Roleplaying Sample:
Modern potion-making has come up with a draught called Wolfsbane Potion which controls some of the worst effects of the condition. Wolfsbane Potion is quite difficult to make,
Her eyes had been staring at the same place on page three hundred forty two for the last five minutes, but it wasn’t ‘Potions Relating to Animals’ that was making Pansy Parkinson so agitated. She had stopped caring about the ten inches of parchment due to turn in the next day soon after she had started writing. She had about an inch and a half done, and that was only because she’d repeated the same sentence (which was copied straight out of the book, anyway) twice accidentally.
She slammed the book closed, folding her paper within its pages and bending all the feathers of her quill, not to mention the large ink stain that probably would have set when she next opened the book. The sudden sound caused a few Slytherin students nearby to jump and to eye her cautiously, but Pansy pretended that she didn’t see and picked up the book, jammed the stopper into her small bottle of ink, and shoved her chair back. Her robes brushing against the table as she rounded it, she swept upstairs to the girls’ bedrooms.
No one was there, but if they had been they’d probably have left anyway once they’d seen the stormy look on Pansy’s face. Nobody ever stuck around when she was in a bad mood, and that told her a great lot about the number of friends she really had—
Her thoughts stopped suddenly as she opened the trunk at the end of her bed and dropped her book and ink bottle inside. She heard a muffled thump, not the sound that should have happened when the book dropped onto folded clothes, but the sound of something falling on top of something metal.
‘Of course,’ she thought sullenly, turning the book to reveal what was under it. A scarf with the Slytherin colors wrapped something in the shape of a rectangle and mostly flat. She knew what it was, but she didn’t want to look at her father’s face right now. It never did anything but make her cry, and she hated, hated, HATED crying. Especially anywhere that wasn’t completely and totally solitary.
If she were at home, she wouldn’t be worrying about people walking in on her when she couldn’t put on a careless face. Or about the fact that while her Slytherin gang were as close around her as ever, that everyone else, even the faculty sometimes, was looking at them with disgust.
And Draco. How could she concentrate on something as stupid and pointless as Wolfsbane Potion when Draco was somewhere doing something useful for the Death Eaters, and still acting as though she’d fallen off the face of the earth?
Crawling onto her bed and using her wand to pull the hangings around her and leave no gaps to see through or be seen through, Pansy kicked off her shoes and closed her eyes, trying as furiously as she could to force sleep to come quickly.
Name: Pansy Parkinson
Age: 17
Birthday: October 16th
Bloodline: Pureblood
Physical Description: Pansy has grown out of her young (and, in her opinion – though she’d never say so to anyone else – squashed together) face over the last year or so. It was very recently that she began to pay more attention to ‘prettying up’ herself; and it might have something to do with the loss of her long-time boyfriend, Draco Malfoy. Pansy never cared much about make-up nor doing her hair fancy. She cared to look beautiful, of course, as all teenage girls do, but always felt fake in the make-up and ‘trendy’ clothes.
That said, she still made quite an impression on the people around her. While her enemies have called her pug-faced and ugly, her serious features and strong build – for she is muscular, moreso than most girls – give her an air of definite confidence and control. As for her face, well, if one’s face can point that they are certain personality traits over others – if one can ‘look’ kind or ‘look’ mean simply by the way their face is arranged – then Pansy’s face gives off a look of cunning, and yes, perhaps some meanness. Her lightly red lips form a straight line almost perpetually, and her dark brown eyes with their flecks of something even darker are penetrating.
Her hair, which she has recently let grow out past its harsh chin-length cut, is so dark a brown it is nearly black. It nearly reaches her shoulders now, and the length has contributed to a considerable change in her appearance. She looks prettier – still not supermodel-gorgeous, but pretty.
So why has she decided to suddenly wear make-up and curl her hair? In truth, it is a desperate attempt to repair things with Draco Malfoy. She has tried all that she can think of, but hopes that somehow this will help. She doesn’t smile nearly as much anymore, seeming to find less and less things funny, and this isn’t all due to a certain blonde-headed boy. Life is getting harder and harder for those more aligned with the Dark Lord than with the ridiculous Ministry, and people are getting more and more suspicious of her family. These are wearing on her, creating dark circles under her eyes, a less healthy colour to her skin and a more grim set to her lips.
Personality: If you want to put it simply, you could say that Pansy Parkinson is a backstabbing bully. But she only stabs backs either when she has been insulted first, or when it is necessary to make something very important and very useful happen. She doesn’t think too much about doing it, either—they always come back to her, and it’s not as if they could do anything in return. Pansy is the most powerful Slytherin female, and she knows it. Just like she knows that many of the people in other houses fear her. It’s a power that she enjoys.
But now, the politics of Hogwarts seem somewhat…petty. She still bullies and teases, but it doesn’t have the same savor that it once had. The faculty is turning against her, against all the Slytherins, protecting Potter and Granger and their pathetic little friends so that a simple insult now cannot go unnoticed by one or more of them who happen to be within earshot. Pansy wants nothing more than to leave – to leave and join the Death Eaters – but her parents won’t allow her to leave school early, and besides, she is too young to be of use to the Death Eaters. She has made clear to Draco her wishes to help many times, but has never yet been given the answer she wants.
Pansy has a tough exterior; it is very hard to get any kind of emotion other than nonchalance, disdain or anger out of her. Surprisingly, underneath it all, she is girlier than she will let on. This shows through in pieces, in flashes—in her crush on Viktor Krum and how she glows when she’s told she’s pretty. This is the part of her that still mourns over her father’s death and says good night to his picture every night, the part of her that has cried over Draco, the part that wishes that life was how it was years ago, even though the rest of her scoldingly tells her that she should be happy at the changes, because they’ve brought the Dark Lord steps closer to power.
Likes: having power over other people, her cat, Viktor Krum, being told she’s pretty, Draco Malfoy
Dislikes: Granger, Potter, the entire filthy Weasley lot--alright, basically Gryffindors in general…giggly sappy girls, weak people and treacle tart
History: Pansy Parkinson was born in London in a wizarding hospital, the very hospital where her father worked as a healer. Both parents were Purebloods, and her mother’s family especially was anti-muggle. Her father’s was politically indifferent. Pansy, an only child, was brought up in a home where she was pampered by her father and was a daddy’s girl from the day he first held her.
All of that changed for the worse when, soon before Pansy’s seventh birthday, her father was killed, attacked by a crazed patient in St. Mungo’s. And it changed even further when her mother remarried to Alcaine Belmonte and they moved into his home. Alcain came from a prominent anti-muggle family, who was rumored to be a supporter of You-Know-Who, and possibly even a Death Eater (though he wasn’t, because of a health condition which kept him from moving very fast). But he helped in other ways; his job in the Ministry at times gave him opportunity to pull strings for others.
When she was eleven, the expected letter came for her from Hogwarts school, and she finally was swept up in the world she’d been waiting to jump into for so long. Finally, she could do magic, not the toy kind from joke shops. There she met Slytherins whom quickly became allies, if not friends. Among them was Draco Malfoy, whom Pansy set her sights on. At eleven, neither was particularly interested in the opposite sex, so it wasn’t until their third or fourth year that they began to grow closer than friends. Pansy enjoyed being in Malfoy’s group because it meant power and importance; nobody was above Draco Malfoy. His family was very prominent in the wizarding community, and Pansy’s mother and step-father approved.
The last couple of years, she has felt quite left out, watching people her age and older (though Malfoy is in fact the only one her age involved in the Death Eaters) participate in the war she wants to do her part with but can’t yet. It’s frustrating. And at the same time, suspicion is growing everywhere as the idiotic Ministry grasps at straws to find Death Eaters. Her friends’ families are carted off to jail or fired, and Malfoy will hardly speak to her ever since that chaotic and fateful night at the school.
Family and Pets: Pansy lives with her mother, Septima Belmonte, and her step-father, Alcaine Belmonte, a house elf by the name of Lowdys, her cat, Dymphna, and her owl, Radegunde. She has no siblings.
Roleplaying Sample:
Modern potion-making has come up with a draught called Wolfsbane Potion which controls some of the worst effects of the condition. Wolfsbane Potion is quite difficult to make,
Her eyes had been staring at the same place on page three hundred forty two for the last five minutes, but it wasn’t ‘Potions Relating to Animals’ that was making Pansy Parkinson so agitated. She had stopped caring about the ten inches of parchment due to turn in the next day soon after she had started writing. She had about an inch and a half done, and that was only because she’d repeated the same sentence (which was copied straight out of the book, anyway) twice accidentally.
She slammed the book closed, folding her paper within its pages and bending all the feathers of her quill, not to mention the large ink stain that probably would have set when she next opened the book. The sudden sound caused a few Slytherin students nearby to jump and to eye her cautiously, but Pansy pretended that she didn’t see and picked up the book, jammed the stopper into her small bottle of ink, and shoved her chair back. Her robes brushing against the table as she rounded it, she swept upstairs to the girls’ bedrooms.
No one was there, but if they had been they’d probably have left anyway once they’d seen the stormy look on Pansy’s face. Nobody ever stuck around when she was in a bad mood, and that told her a great lot about the number of friends she really had—
Her thoughts stopped suddenly as she opened the trunk at the end of her bed and dropped her book and ink bottle inside. She heard a muffled thump, not the sound that should have happened when the book dropped onto folded clothes, but the sound of something falling on top of something metal.
‘Of course,’ she thought sullenly, turning the book to reveal what was under it. A scarf with the Slytherin colors wrapped something in the shape of a rectangle and mostly flat. She knew what it was, but she didn’t want to look at her father’s face right now. It never did anything but make her cry, and she hated, hated, HATED crying. Especially anywhere that wasn’t completely and totally solitary.
If she were at home, she wouldn’t be worrying about people walking in on her when she couldn’t put on a careless face. Or about the fact that while her Slytherin gang were as close around her as ever, that everyone else, even the faculty sometimes, was looking at them with disgust.
And Draco. How could she concentrate on something as stupid and pointless as Wolfsbane Potion when Draco was somewhere doing something useful for the Death Eaters, and still acting as though she’d fallen off the face of the earth?
Crawling onto her bed and using her wand to pull the hangings around her and leave no gaps to see through or be seen through, Pansy kicked off her shoes and closed her eyes, trying as furiously as she could to force sleep to come quickly.
