Post by queen on Jun 23, 2011 4:59:52 GMT -5
HELLO, GOOD MORNING HOW YOU DO,
PANSY AGRIPPA PARKINSON
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WHAT MAKES YOUR RISING SUN SO NEW?
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AND I'M LIVING AGAIN, AWAKE AND ALIVE,
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DYING TO BREATH IN THESE ABUNDANT SKIES[/center]
Pansy Agrippa Parkinson, nicknamed Pans
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Fifteen, Seventh of June
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Female
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Heterosexual
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Pureblod
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Slytherin
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Student
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NEVER THOUGHT I COULD FALL LIKE THAT
THIS IS MY APPEARANCE
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NEVER THOUGHT I COULD HURT THIS BAD[/center]
Kaya Scodelario
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Blue
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Black
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Walking around like she owns the whole damn world
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LEARNING TO BREATHE, LEARNING TO CRAWL,
THIS IS MY PERSONALITY
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FINDING YOU ALONE CAN BREAK MY FALL[/center]
•losing those that she loves the most
•not being in control/losing control
•vast expanses of water
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•to be the very best
•to be successful
•to get a job in the Ministry, a position of power
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•boys
•potions
•dark magic
•being in control
•unicorns
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•losing control of a situation
•being caught in a lie
•not being the best
•Hagrid
•divination
•Mudbloods
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•manipulative
•potions
•unofficial queen of Slytherin
•cunning
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•arrogant
•conceited
•too headstrong
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Every Slytherin girl wants to be the baddest bitch in the house and Pansy Parkinson was one of those girls. She strives to best and she's a push-over. The mind of Pansy Parkinson, like that of many people normal people, is very complex and functions in the way that it was taught, even if it was a bit contradictory at times. Pansy, growing up, spent the majority of her childhood hearing that she should always been obedient, yet always be cunning enough to manipulate her way into forcing people to do what she wanted them to, quiet, but demanding, polite, but haughty.
Like most normal witches and wizards her age, and just people in general, Pansy had multiple personalities that changed according to certain circumstances. It really depended on who you were and how you saw her and/or treated her. Pansy was arrogant and did everything in her power to make her seem like she was the best thing alive. She loved showing off her money, but she knew when she was over-doing it. She knew she wasn't ugly, and she would never hesitate to flaunt it. She was a slight but conceited, but she was far from being air-headed. She was an overall bright witch that not too many folk liked because of her habit of being completely and totally honest in the most painful way. They say that the truth is a beautiful, yet ugly thing, and it was something that Pansy Parkinson always knew to use to her advantage. She loved making others feel worse if it made her feel better than them.
Pansy Parkinson was obnoxious and was always looking to have a good time because she was a free spirit at heart, only confined by the chains of her family and society. Some would say that Pansy was a reckless girl, but those who really knew her would know that she was hardly reckless at all--she always seemed like she had complete control of her life and everything seemed to go her way (except in her fourth year when she sprouted antlers, but that would never be talked about in the Slytherin common rooms unless they wanted to be buried alive like a poor, helpless Muggle). Like all teenagers her age, though she did not like to admit it, she cared about what other people thought of her. She never felt the longing to fit in, however, because when she walked through the double doors that led into the Great Hall for the first time and met her house mates, she knew that she was destined to be their queen. Many people at Hogwarts would call Pansy Parkinson a dreadful bitch that you didn't want to cross. She was always light on the sarcasm and heavy with the insults. She would have been in Ravenclaw had she not been in Slytherin, like her family had been.
Pansy will hardly ever give anyone the time of day unless they're one of the people in her close circle of friends. Most people don't know how Pansy Parkinson of all people would even have friends, but she does have them. Those who know her are aware that she's a very loyal person and she can even be described as humorous and lively. She is also, however, very selfish. She always wants the best things to herself and she will most likely not show most people what she's feeling because she knows that letting others see that you're weak and letting other people know that you're human can get you killed in the real world, and there's no denying that the world has gotten very real in the past couple of months. Life isn't just fun and games anymore, and Pansy knows this. She's seventeen years old--still young and wanting to see the light of tomorrow. Is she afraid of death? Yes. She denies it, of course, but she has such a good life here and most people, though unwilling to deny it, do too.
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I COULD USE A FRESH BEGINNING TOO,
THIS IS MY HISTORY
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ALL OF MY REGRETS ARE NOTHING NEW[/center]
MOTHER • Reina Parkinson (née Blishwick)
FATHER • Richard Parkinson
SIBLINGS • None
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Hogwarts, Slytherin [summer: estate near the Zabini household]
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Pansy Parkinson was born on June 7th, 1980 into the Parkinson family and named after her grandmother. She was welcomed as the only child--so far--of Anthony and Reina Parkinson and treated like nothing less than a princess, if only by her nanny. Her parents did believe that Muggle-born witches and wizards were way below their class and should not be allowed to learn magic, but they didn't think that joining the Dark Lord to exterminate them would help their money grow, nor would it help them if the Dark Lord was wrong. After all, what good would money be if they were alone rotting in Azkaban? Her family had been neutral in the war as they had only fear for their money (yeah, they were greedy like that). Her parents loved her and gave her everything she wanted, everything, that is, except for their time. She would never blame them, of course. They were busy business people who didn't have to do anything to maintain their fortune, but they sure loved to increase it. Although, to be honest, Pansy thought that they did it just to feel needed--to feel like they belonged in the world. She grew up a very normal life, she thought, and she didn't have any serious problems. Because she was an only child, a very spoiled one at that, she was very demanding and her family praised her for it, saying that it would one day come in handy.
On the rare occasions that her parents would spend time with her, they were always lecturing her and seemed to be giving her lessons. They wanted her to be the smartest, the best. She was taught the ways of society at a young age so that she would look good at the high-class parties that her parents threw. Pansy never mingled, she was only ever there to look cute and have strangers cooing over her and praising her parents. She didn't mind, of course, because it let her spend more time with them. When Pansy wasn't being lectured or studying or anything else of the like, she would be off playing by her lonesome in her large household. She had always wanted to be an adventurer. As she grew older, however, her parents started letting Pansy come out and play with the children of their business partners and they didn't seem to like her all that much because she was so "bossy" as they put it. It made Pansy a bit sad, to be honest, but she eventually got over it and she started to be a little bit nicer to the other children--at least, until she got them to trust her and love her, then she would go back to being a bossy pants little girl. Those that didn't stop being friends with her after that were the ones that she grew close with and started going to school with.
Over her years at Hogwarts, Pansy grew to start seriously disliking Hermione Granger because she was besting her at everything and Pansy never liked being second best at anything. She would call the girl names and make fun of her, especially for being a Mudblood and being completely below Pansy's level. Pansy often bullied others because she liked being better than everyone else--it was how she was brought up, after all.
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THIS IS THE WAY I SAY I LOVE YOU
THIS IS MY PLAYER INFO
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THIS IS THE WAY I SAY I'M YOURS[/center]
MERC
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I've been roleplaying since December of 2010
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With the Sorting Hat perched upon her mane of dark hair, Pansy smirked just a little and sat up perfectly straight, just like her mother had taught her when she was a little bit younger. Ah, a Parkinson child who seems to hold the very same amount of ambition and greed as her father, yet as much wisdom and intellectuality as her mother -- she would have made a very brilliant Ravenclaw, if I recall correctly, if there had not been so much greed in her heart as well, the hat whispered in her ear. What can I say? I come from the very best, of course. My mother was a very bright witch indeed -- she chose Slytherin, didn't she? Pansy smirked a little more. She liked to think that she was a lot like her dear mother. Ah, well with that midset, you'd excel the best in ... SLYTHERIN!
Pansy beamed as she tossed the Hat off her head and made her way towards the table. She had seen the way that the other students had gathered 'round a young blond boy named Draco Malfoy and she knew that that was the key -- the way to being the queen, the best, the girl that every other Slytherin girl would strive to be. She approached the boy and recalled their brief encounters during social events and forced the other children to move out of her way so that she could talk to him and hopefully gain popularity for it. Of course Pansy didn't need Draco Malfoy to make her popular, but it was one less thing that she would have to do. And besides, why gain respect when you could simply scare people and make them fear you? What better way to do that than befriend the seemingly most powerful boy in the Slytherin house? She chatted briefly with the boy, pretended to laugh at his little jabs and jokes, and acted as if she was interested in whatever it was that was spewing from his mouth. Pansy was far better looking and more intelligent than any other girl currently residing in her year at the Slytherin table, so it did not come as a surprise when Draco was giving her his attention for the rest of the night instead of seeking the company of some other girl. However, other girls seemed to want to start seeking her company as well and, before she knew it, Pansy knew that she was about to become one of the most popular girls in the Slytherin house. She had always known that she was the absolute best and she would never be beaten, by anyone. She was quite a powerful witch, after all. At least, she was for an eleven year old child. Her parents had aways taught her magic and had always wanted her to be the best, though they did not dabble as much in the Dark Arts as the Woulfe family had, though Pansy did not know this. All she knew was that, like most Pure-blooded families, her friend Helena had started her magical education early to strive to be the best.
Woulfe, Helena, Pansy heard Professor McGonagall call and Pansy instantly looked up, knowing that her friend had to be sorted into Slytherin. Sure, the girl was smart and brave, but who would give up being a Slytherin especially when her family was full of them and her father had associated with the Death Eaters? Pansy's family had been one of the only families to associate with the Woulfe family soon after that incident, but they had never cared all that much about blood-purity. When Pansy heard the Sorting Hat name Helena as a Slytherin, Pansy cheered loudly and clapped for her friend, remembering the fun times that they had shared together when they used to go into town and torture their little Muggle boy toys with their magic.
Ah, the wondrous house of Slytherin; some argued that Slytherin was the worst house to be sorted into, though all should have known that Slytherin was really the best. They didn't carry the uselessness of the Hufflepuffs, but they had the bravery of any Gryffindor (when they wanted to be brave, that is) and the wit of any Ravenclaw (personally, Pansy thought that she had more wit than any stupid Ravenclaw). Pansy knew that her parents would have been proud of their one and only child being sorted into the best house that there was, just the way that they had been during their years at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and stupidity.
The student body started to mingle and the first years were introducing themselves to each other in hopes of making friends (or, more likely, associates) for their future years at Hogwarts. Pansy kept with Draco most of the night to keep up appearances and soon found herself with her friend, Helena. The girl came to embrace her and Pansy hugged her back with much enthusiasm, glad and eager that they were both in the same house. Not that that was a surprise to either of the two girls. Soon enough, however, Helena was about to be whisked away, but before she was, she whispered, I need to talk to you about something important in the common room later. Meet me, please? Pansy knew that what helena had to say was probably very important. The girl was known for her intelligence, after all. Later that night, Pansy spotted Helena in the Slytherin common room in the dungeons under the lake, which cast an eerily welcoming green tinge to intrude upon their new common room, but she looked rather busy so Pansy took her time mingling with the people that would soon become her little flock of followers and admirers. She hung close to Draco's side the whole of the evening, knowing that being seen with him would most definitely help to boost Pansy's social standings to higher than some of the girls who were a year or even two older than her. After all, not all Slytherin families were rich, but those who were tended to be a bit more popular like the Malfoy family, who was rumored to have some influence in the Ministry of Magic itself.
After most of the inhabitants of the Slytherin house had unpacked and finished their summer tales, they headed off to bed, but Pansy lingered, hoping to find Helena before the night was over so that they could have their little talk. She followed her friend to a corner with two little chairs and sat down, too tired to stand any longer. "Oh, I’m so happy to finally be here," she heard Helena say. Pansy smiled back at her friend and replied, "I know what you mean! I've made so many friends already! And some of the boys here are kind of cute." Pansy expected a bit of jealousy out of Helena. After all, she had always viewed Helena as someone who was almost her equal, but not quite. Pansy had always thought of herself as the better of the two, the prettier, the wittier, the mightier. She was going to be the person who was going to be going places in life, though she was sure that Helena wouldn't be too far behind.
Pansy beamed as she tossed the Hat off her head and made her way towards the table. She had seen the way that the other students had gathered 'round a young blond boy named Draco Malfoy and she knew that that was the key -- the way to being the queen, the best, the girl that every other Slytherin girl would strive to be. She approached the boy and recalled their brief encounters during social events and forced the other children to move out of her way so that she could talk to him and hopefully gain popularity for it. Of course Pansy didn't need Draco Malfoy to make her popular, but it was one less thing that she would have to do. And besides, why gain respect when you could simply scare people and make them fear you? What better way to do that than befriend the seemingly most powerful boy in the Slytherin house? She chatted briefly with the boy, pretended to laugh at his little jabs and jokes, and acted as if she was interested in whatever it was that was spewing from his mouth. Pansy was far better looking and more intelligent than any other girl currently residing in her year at the Slytherin table, so it did not come as a surprise when Draco was giving her his attention for the rest of the night instead of seeking the company of some other girl. However, other girls seemed to want to start seeking her company as well and, before she knew it, Pansy knew that she was about to become one of the most popular girls in the Slytherin house. She had always known that she was the absolute best and she would never be beaten, by anyone. She was quite a powerful witch, after all. At least, she was for an eleven year old child. Her parents had aways taught her magic and had always wanted her to be the best, though they did not dabble as much in the Dark Arts as the Woulfe family had, though Pansy did not know this. All she knew was that, like most Pure-blooded families, her friend Helena had started her magical education early to strive to be the best.
Woulfe, Helena, Pansy heard Professor McGonagall call and Pansy instantly looked up, knowing that her friend had to be sorted into Slytherin. Sure, the girl was smart and brave, but who would give up being a Slytherin especially when her family was full of them and her father had associated with the Death Eaters? Pansy's family had been one of the only families to associate with the Woulfe family soon after that incident, but they had never cared all that much about blood-purity. When Pansy heard the Sorting Hat name Helena as a Slytherin, Pansy cheered loudly and clapped for her friend, remembering the fun times that they had shared together when they used to go into town and torture their little Muggle boy toys with their magic.
Ah, the wondrous house of Slytherin; some argued that Slytherin was the worst house to be sorted into, though all should have known that Slytherin was really the best. They didn't carry the uselessness of the Hufflepuffs, but they had the bravery of any Gryffindor (when they wanted to be brave, that is) and the wit of any Ravenclaw (personally, Pansy thought that she had more wit than any stupid Ravenclaw). Pansy knew that her parents would have been proud of their one and only child being sorted into the best house that there was, just the way that they had been during their years at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and stupidity.
The student body started to mingle and the first years were introducing themselves to each other in hopes of making friends (or, more likely, associates) for their future years at Hogwarts. Pansy kept with Draco most of the night to keep up appearances and soon found herself with her friend, Helena. The girl came to embrace her and Pansy hugged her back with much enthusiasm, glad and eager that they were both in the same house. Not that that was a surprise to either of the two girls. Soon enough, however, Helena was about to be whisked away, but before she was, she whispered, I need to talk to you about something important in the common room later. Meet me, please? Pansy knew that what helena had to say was probably very important. The girl was known for her intelligence, after all. Later that night, Pansy spotted Helena in the Slytherin common room in the dungeons under the lake, which cast an eerily welcoming green tinge to intrude upon their new common room, but she looked rather busy so Pansy took her time mingling with the people that would soon become her little flock of followers and admirers. She hung close to Draco's side the whole of the evening, knowing that being seen with him would most definitely help to boost Pansy's social standings to higher than some of the girls who were a year or even two older than her. After all, not all Slytherin families were rich, but those who were tended to be a bit more popular like the Malfoy family, who was rumored to have some influence in the Ministry of Magic itself.
After most of the inhabitants of the Slytherin house had unpacked and finished their summer tales, they headed off to bed, but Pansy lingered, hoping to find Helena before the night was over so that they could have their little talk. She followed her friend to a corner with two little chairs and sat down, too tired to stand any longer. "Oh, I’m so happy to finally be here," she heard Helena say. Pansy smiled back at her friend and replied, "I know what you mean! I've made so many friends already! And some of the boys here are kind of cute." Pansy expected a bit of jealousy out of Helena. After all, she had always viewed Helena as someone who was almost her equal, but not quite. Pansy had always thought of herself as the better of the two, the prettier, the wittier, the mightier. She was going to be the person who was going to be going places in life, though she was sure that Helena wouldn't be too far behind.
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