Post by parkinson on Jul 30, 2009 0:19:18 GMT -5
PANSY RENEE PARKINSON.
"she’s beautiful as usual with bruises on her ego."
"she’s beautiful as usual with bruises on her ego."
BACK TO BASICS
[/font][/b][/color]pansy renee parkinson , twenty-seven , daily prophet reporter
london , a screech owl named lestat , pureblood[/font][/center]
YOUR OUTLOOK
[/font][/b][/color][/font][/center]pansy is not one to be silent on where she stands and can be rather outspoken on the fact that she supports pureblood supremacy. She comes from a pureblood family, has pureblood friends, and can’t imagine it being any other way. She was raised with the thoughts instilled into her, and these days it’s not so much to do with her upbringing than it has to do with the fact that it’s just the way it should be.
FAMILY MATTERS
[/font][/b][/color]violet parkinson , benjamin parkinson , lily parkinson – deceased. [/font][/center]
PERSONALITY
[/font][/b][/color][/font][/center]In a few choice words, Pansy Parkinson is quite the nasty little bitch. Often considered the female counterpart to Draco Malfoy, Pansy is harsh, callous, and rude with an air of arrogance constantly about her. It is blatantly obvious that she is full of pride and thinks rather highly of herself and she doesn’t care who she steps on when sauntering to her throne. When she can, she doesn’t like to beat around the bush. She’ll state things plainly, even if they are in a long sentence spoken incredibly fast. She has little regard towards anyone else’s emotions, and no issue whatsoever of stepping on other people’s toes. She’ll stomp on them-hey, the truth hurts. Although most people think she is thick, she is actually quite intelligent and witty- she only plays like she doesn’t know what the hell is going on in class to get attention. With a sharp wit and an even sharper tongue, Pansy is always ready with some sort of comment. She speaks quickly with a naturally low voice, giving her a sultry air paired with her body language she is mostly unaware of.
Pansy is used to being right, or faking it enough to be perceived as right in the end, so once she thinks she is correct having her change her mind is difficult without solid proof. She also has a few ideas she adheres to like many adhere to religion, namely the belief of Love is a Whore and All Men are Scum. Although she has quite the crush on Draco, she could never bring herself to admitting to loving him even to her own heart or to loving anyone for that matter. Pansy is incredibly independent. She doesn’t get attached, she doesn’t call on others for help, and she doesn’t trust. She likes to think that she only person she needs is herself when that’s hardly the case. Despite her unwillingness too, Pansy falls into attachment easily though pretends that she doesn’t. In her view, as soon as she finds herself actually caring for someone, they slip right out of her life. Sure, she has friends and such that he gets somewhat attached to, though she'd probably never actually allow herself to love someone. Actually, she probably would, since that feeling is hard to destroy, though she'd deny after a breakup of any sort that it actually hurt her. And however friendly you may be with her, Pansy takes a long time to actually trust someone. She confides in very few people.
callous, prideful, sarcastic, intelligent, cold
likes – high fashion, men, dark makeup, winning, sex.
dislikes – goody goods, being underestimated, wallflowers, being ignored, cheap alcohol.
YOUR OUTLOOK
[/font][/b][/color][/font][/center]Some people like saying that Pansy Parkinson looks like a pug in the face, but she disagrees. People say she is rather pretty, especially in her pale green eyes that appear iridescent in certain lighting conditions. Her skin, as well, is noticeable, being very pale with a crystalline sheen to it. Her face is heart shaped and her eyebrows arched and her whole face rounds out around her chin and her thin set lips. Her hair is black and long, falling in messy waves and curls around her shoulders.
When it comes to her body, she is almost willowy, being tall with long and slender limbs. She has a tiny waist and wide hips, therefore giving her an enchanting butt and a sashaying-quality to her walk no matter how much she attempts to mute it. She likes to dress nicely, her fashion sense changing everyday. She can go from looking like she just came from Woodstock to looking like she stepped out of a fashion magazine. She like experimenting. Pansy has a single tattoo on her back- it is of two skulls forming a butterfly, (seen here, minus the buddha.) and it is often seen moving across various parts of her body. Lastly, she appears older than she is, from sharp features, posture, or just being bitter.
tall, willowy, pretty, well-dressed, slender.
this pretty lady.
MAGICAL ABILITY
[/font][/b][/color]hogwarts , 1993
patronous (panther), wandless magic,
12 inches, black walnut with a chimera scale core.
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YOUR ABILITY
[/font][/b][/color]The Slytherin common room was in an uproar again, this time the commotion cause by the antics of one Slytherin boy named Draco. Lately he had not been acting like himself, much to Pansy Parkinson’s displeasure. More than once she sat next to him and tried her hardest to talk him out of it, but her words always seemed to float in the air above his silvery blonde head and never settled into his ears. She literally wanted to shake him and tell him that what he had to do could get him put in prison, or worse, killed. But she sat silently on one of the leather couches, her limbs crossed tightly and her lips drawn into a tight line as she watched the scene before her. At first she had been in the middle of it, but she knew that it was fruitless to pepper him with questions like the others did and instead sat down to watch the scene unfold before her. As usual, Blaise was defending Draco while the rest of the Slytherin boys were crossed between supporting and calling him mental. The girls were gathered around Pansy, watching as well and knowing that even they couldn’t sway Draco. Slowly, the common room emptied, leaving Pansy alone with Draco. Silently she stood up and took her stance behind him, her arms wrapping around him and her lips pressing silently against the back of his neck. He responded only slightly to her touch, a small sigh escaping him and his cold fingers pressing against her arms. ”I’m going for a walk. she said and stepped away from him while reaching for her purse on the floor. She shuffled through it until she found her prefects badge, which she pinned to her shirt as she left the common room, leaving her counterpart alone to his thoughts.
It seemed that these arguments broke out every night, the results always being the same. It was pointless really to debate it, a fact that Pansy had realized a week before hand. Instead of protesting and trying to talk him out of it, she decided it was better to just keep her mouth shut and be there for him if and when he needed her. She gave a sigh and ran her fingers through the messy waves of her hair as she made her way up and out of the dungeon, thankful for the quietness of it. If she was right, it was close to curfew, and the few students that were still out scattered at the site of the Slytherin prefect. She was known to hand out detentions like they were lollipops, but she wasn’t in the mood tonight to start anything. She just needed to get out of the stifling common room and find somewhere quiet- maybe she’d go up to the tower or take a walk on the quidditch pitch. Pansy spent what felt like hours “patrolling” the corridors, shooting glares at any students who were still out who them scampered off to avoid getting into trouble. Pansy stopped once she reached the fifth floor, looking around for a moment before digging in her purse and removing a package of cigarettes and a silver lighter.
With the cancer stick perched on her almost cat like lips, she lip it and inhaled deeply, the taste of it soothing to her anxious nerves. Turning a few more corners, she stopped and leaned against the grubby stone wall, talking in the silence of the castle and the sweet taste of nicotine between her lips. It then dawned on her that the prefects bathroom was on the fifth floor and that nothing would feel better than to melt into the huge bathtub. Pansy gave a slanted smile and pushed off the wall, her hand glazing along the wall lazily as she walked deeper onto the fifth floor. Many wonderful moments had taken place in that bathroom since her first year as a prefect, many of which could not be repeated in the presence of younger students. None the less they had been wonderful and the thought of them made her nostalgic and made her want to rush back to the dungeon to grab Draco. She shook her head, her black heels clicking on the marble and echoing off the empty corridor. Well, almost empty corridor. As she turned another corner, she saw a brown head of hair bobbing in her direction- a head of hair that made Pansy stop briefly in her tracks. She wasn’t able to tell quite yet, but she was sure that it was none other than Hermione Granger, a girl that was like the plague to her. Pansy couldn’t be sure, and she piped up, ”It is after hours- get back to your dorm before you get detention.” and she started walking again, discarding her smoking cigarette aside and putting it out with the heel of her shoe. But then, who else would she find coming from the direction of the prefects bathroom other than another prefect?
And if it was Granger, Pansy knew that her hopes of relaxing and finding peace had flown out the window.
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