Post by pansy on Aug 3, 2010 4:33:35 GMT
PANSY LINDA PARKINSON
I DON'T WANNA SEE LIKE YOU.
& I DON'T WANNA BE LIKE YOU.
[/font]I DON'T WANNA SEE LIKE YOU.
& I DON'T WANNA BE LIKE YOU.
nicknamesN/A
gender Girl
playby Scarlett Byrne
age Fifteen - May 13, 1980
year Fifth
house/job Slytherin
wand Dragon heartstring, yew, 9 ½ inches length.[/size][/ul][/color][/font][/left]
& I WANNA BE FREE.
SO BREAK IT DOWN.[/COLOR][/font]
eyes Pansy’s eyes are a light hazel, and they fit well into her face. Not to big, not too large, or at least that’s what she thinks.
stature Five feet, five inches
tattoos and piercings N/A
distinguishing features When Pansy smiles - which occurs once every ten years - she ends up having dimples that really help light up her face and make her seem a lot nicer than she really is. She’ll use this skill to get herself, and other Slytherins, out of trouble. As for her nose, Pansy has never been happy about that. She feels it’s too big for her small face.
flaws Pansy has a single beauty mark on the right side of her nose. It is light and barely noticeable unless you were standing right next to her. She also has a nasty scar on her leg from an injury she had gotten a few years ago from falling down a small set of stairs. Some would say she was pushed, but the truth has never been revealed.
appearance Pansy likes to dress fashionably, with the best designers and best brands. She wears a lot of dark colors and dark make-up, to set off the light color in her eyes. Most of the time this combination of dark tones makes her extremely intimidating, just the way she wants it to be.[/size][/ul][/color][/font][/left]
I DON'T WANNA THINK LIKE YOU.
& I DON'T WANNA STINK LIKE YOU.[/COLOR][/font]
dislikes Pretty much everyone who isn’t a Slytherin, country music, crying, frogs, onions
boggarta giant praying mantus
patronus Pansy’s happiest memory is when she came home from her first year at Hogwarts and her parents congratulated her on getting into Slytherin. For most of her life she felt that she could never measure up to expectations in her parent’s eyes, and when they told her they were proud of her, that instantly became her favorite memory. When summoned, her patronus takes on the form of a Jaguar.
mirror of erised In the mirror of Erised, at this moment, she see’s herself as being the number one student in Transfiguration, while also being a master of the Dark Arts. Right now, her goals are short term, as she really has no idea what she wants to do after Hogwarts. Although she would never reveal it to anyone, she thinks working as a Transfiguration could be right up her alley, but that is a far fetched goal, seeing as she hates talking to most anyone.
veritaserum That she is truly scared of everything that is happening with Lord Voldemort. While amongst her peers she acts like she really want him to rule the wizarding world, in reality, she’s not sure that’s what she wants. As his power and influence has been growing, so has her insecurities and she will be reaching her breaking point soon.
amortentia jasmine, freshly washed linens, the sea, homemade cookies
personality
Crying: Pansy doesn‘t cry - ever. It‘s a form of weakness to her and if she does happen to cry, it is a huge deal to her.
Other People: Not typically nice to those outside her circle of friends, Pansy will either tease you endlessly or ignore you and pretend you don‘t exist.
Cunning: Like most Slytherins, she will do whatever it takes to reach whatever goals she sets for herself.
Sarcastic: One of Pansy‘s pastimes is being sarcastic all the time. She‘s the girl in the back of the class making rude comments when the teacher talks.
Manipulative: Pansy can be very persuasive and uses that charming ability to get herself, and her friends out of trouble.
Opinionated: Once Pansy has an opinion of you, chances are that will never change. She is stubborn as a bull and it takes a lot of convincing for her to change her mind.
Trust: Pansy trusts no one. Not her friends, teachers, even parents. She always feels as if she will get betrayed or double crossed, therefore she opens up to no one. Her friends have tried to get her to trust them more, but she just brushes off their comments.
Tempermental: If you try to predict this girl‘s moods, it will be in vain. She is known to be set off by the littlest thing on a bad day, and ignore a huge insult on a good day. Overall, she keeps her mood in check, but on days that haven’t gone quiet so well for her, she will fly off the handle.
Hiding: Pansy often hides behind a façade; an identity that isn’t the true her. She does things to make her parents feel proud of her, acts a certain way to be accepted by the Slytherins, and attempts to do well in school for herself. Pansy never shows the true her, she always covers it up with falsehoods and a nasty attitude.
Scared: Pansy is scared beyond belief about what is going down in the wizarding world. However, she has no one to vent to and so the feelings have just been building up inside her, and it has become even tougher to maintain her exterior personality. Up until now, these thoughts have just been hovering in her brain, cluttering her mind and making her more paranoid than usual.[/ul][/size][/color][/font][/left]
& I JUST WANNA BE ME.
SO BREAK IT DOWN.[/font]
Richard Seth Parkinson, 40: Works at the daily prophet
siblings N/A
pets A black cat named Nefertiti
birthplace London
hometown London, England
ethnicity White
blood pureblood
history Pansy has lived a rather nice lifestyle, being an only child. Although it did get lonely as a toddler, she learned to deal with it. Her parent have always been over critical of her, causing her to feel like she can never do anything right. This caused a rift between her parents that melted like butter when they found out she was placed in Slytherin, their own houses. This was when Pansy first started to get along with her parents, as they now had something to relate to.
Now, as Voldemort is beginning to rise again, Pansy is once again feeling a rift form between her parents and her. She’s not quite sure what to make of this but her parents are still avid supporters of Voldemort, just like when the first war was around. Unfortunately her parent don’t care to ask about her feelings, just assume they’re the same as theirs and all that emotion has been building up inside Pansy. With no people in her life she trusts, Pansy has become distant to her parents.
Her years at Hogwarts are some of the best she’s had. Pansy spends quite a bit of her time picking on others and making sarcastic remarks. One day, she hopes to find someone to share her insecurities with and release all the stress that has been plaguing her for many years. With that, she’s going to enter her fifth year, brimming with insults and insecurities alike. [/ul][/size][/color][/font][/left]
BREAK IT DOWN, BREAK IT DOWN.
SO BREAK IT DOWN.[/font]
age Sixteen
experience at least two years
password you can stop hiding
member title N/A
anything else? nope.
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“As I have already mentioned - multiple times, I might add - I am not most people. Have you ever thought that maybe some people want to keep their lives private?” Clary was most certainly from that group of people. Why it mattered that she liked to draw (and was good at it) to other’s perplexed her, so she never mentioned it until her friends had seen her drawing and asked her a whole bunch of questions relating to it.
“Thank you? Thank you?” Clary barked out a laugh. “Now I’m going to always be self-conscious around him, thinking that he likes me as more than a friend. Thanks to you, I’ll never be able to hang out with him like I used to. So, thanks for making my friendship with Simon unnecessarily complex and awkward.” Clary knew she was being bitter and that the truth would have eventually revealed itself to her, she really shouldn’t be blaming Jace for this issue. She would not, however, let him know that and apologize. Clary wasn’t about to let Jace have the satisfaction of hearing her thank him for pointing out what she had obviously been oblivious to.
Leaning in slightly closer to hear his murmured comment, Clary sat back and sent a scathing glare his way. “I do not have temper issues.” Clary almost immediately amended her previous comment. “At least not huge temper issues.” Yes, Clary knew that she had a temper on her, but often forgot because there wasn’t much that required her to get fired up during her time at Hogwarts. Suddenly Jace comes along, and her temper was rearing it’s ugly head once more.
“I will stay as I am; small ego and all.” Clary was about to make a comment on how it sounded like she had to receive permission to do that, but bit back the words in her throat. It wasn’t that big a deal, and it really didn’t matter considering that Clary wouldn’t change for anybody, friend or foe. Raising an eyebrow, she commented in a lighter voice, “Who said that I would cook for you in the first place?” Not that it was a bad idea, for she did like to cook and knew her way around a kitchen. Maybe it would even be a good thing, she could get the honest truth of her skills from the guy who never lies.
“Well then, if I can’t inflate your ego anymore, then isn’t it time for you to talk to someone else? Someone who will be able to boost your ego into the stratosphere?” Motion with her arm, Clary encompassed the whole room. “Those girls will tell you anything you want to hear. Take your pick.” Sighing, she shook her head. He was definitely a difficult person to deal with. “It wasn’t really that hard to notice.”
Watching Jace reach up a hand and ruffle his hair, Clary felt the butterflies come back into her stomach just as they had done a few nights ago when he helped her off the ground. Feeling the blood rush to her face, she attempted to sooth her slight blush by ducking her own head down, as if fixing her own hairstyle, until the redness had vanished from her cheeks and her heart had stopped beating like the energizer bunny on steroids.
Snapping her head back up to look at him in the face, her eyes narrowed into slits with a glare that would’ve killed a small animal in their depths. “I like my hair…and it’s not that bright. Jeez…” If it was one feature that Clary liked most, it was her hair. It separated her from the rest and the color matched her personality; fiery when provoked and stubborn when need be.
“Thank you? Thank you?” Clary barked out a laugh. “Now I’m going to always be self-conscious around him, thinking that he likes me as more than a friend. Thanks to you, I’ll never be able to hang out with him like I used to. So, thanks for making my friendship with Simon unnecessarily complex and awkward.” Clary knew she was being bitter and that the truth would have eventually revealed itself to her, she really shouldn’t be blaming Jace for this issue. She would not, however, let him know that and apologize. Clary wasn’t about to let Jace have the satisfaction of hearing her thank him for pointing out what she had obviously been oblivious to.
Leaning in slightly closer to hear his murmured comment, Clary sat back and sent a scathing glare his way. “I do not have temper issues.” Clary almost immediately amended her previous comment. “At least not huge temper issues.” Yes, Clary knew that she had a temper on her, but often forgot because there wasn’t much that required her to get fired up during her time at Hogwarts. Suddenly Jace comes along, and her temper was rearing it’s ugly head once more.
“I will stay as I am; small ego and all.” Clary was about to make a comment on how it sounded like she had to receive permission to do that, but bit back the words in her throat. It wasn’t that big a deal, and it really didn’t matter considering that Clary wouldn’t change for anybody, friend or foe. Raising an eyebrow, she commented in a lighter voice, “Who said that I would cook for you in the first place?” Not that it was a bad idea, for she did like to cook and knew her way around a kitchen. Maybe it would even be a good thing, she could get the honest truth of her skills from the guy who never lies.
“Well then, if I can’t inflate your ego anymore, then isn’t it time for you to talk to someone else? Someone who will be able to boost your ego into the stratosphere?” Motion with her arm, Clary encompassed the whole room. “Those girls will tell you anything you want to hear. Take your pick.” Sighing, she shook her head. He was definitely a difficult person to deal with. “It wasn’t really that hard to notice.”
Watching Jace reach up a hand and ruffle his hair, Clary felt the butterflies come back into her stomach just as they had done a few nights ago when he helped her off the ground. Feeling the blood rush to her face, she attempted to sooth her slight blush by ducking her own head down, as if fixing her own hairstyle, until the redness had vanished from her cheeks and her heart had stopped beating like the energizer bunny on steroids.
Snapping her head back up to look at him in the face, her eyes narrowed into slits with a glare that would’ve killed a small animal in their depths. “I like my hair…and it’s not that bright. Jeez…” If it was one feature that Clary liked most, it was her hair. It separated her from the rest and the color matched her personality; fiery when provoked and stubborn when need be.
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