Post by pansy nyx parkinson on Dec 8, 2011 17:29:12 GMT -5
PANSY • NYX • PARKINSON
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NICKNAMES: None.
GENDER: Female.
AGE/D.O.B: Fifteen / January 10th 1980
HOUSE: Slytherin
OCCUPATION:
BLOOD STATUS: Pureblood.
LOCATION: Hogwarts.
ABILTIES: None.
ALLIANCE: Death Eaters/ Voldemort.
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HAIR: Long and straight. Dark brown.
EYES: Black almond shaped eyes.
BODY AND HEIGHT: skinny, 5'6'', pale.
DISTINCT MARKINGS: Dark mark.
CLOTHING/STYLE: Pansy tries to look sophisticated. She prefers dark colours, greens and blues. She is wearing a lot of jewerly to show off her wealth.
ANYTHING ELSE: None.
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+ Power
+ Popularity.
+ Money.
+ Being the center of attention.
+ Getting what she wants.
DISLIKES:
+ Mudbloods.
+ Queues.
+ Being at the second place.
+ Losing.
+ When she has to obey rules.
STRENGTHS:
+ Confident.
+ Strong will.
+ Cunning.
+ Never gives up.
WEAKNESSES:
+ Too proud.
+ Stubborn.
+ Egoistical.
PRIORITIES:
+ Glory.
+ Power.
+ Proving herself.
BOGGART:
+ Her parents "disappointed" of her.
+ Losing her magical abilities.
+ Failure.
ERISED:
+ Proving to her parents that she is the most talented daughter they could ever have.
VERITASERUM:
+ Is afraid of following Lord Voldemort. She has her own dreams and goals and she doesn't want to waste her time by following him.
PATRONUS:
Arctic Fox.
PENSIEVE:
Her older sister receiving all of the attention.
PERSONALITY OVERVIEW:
Pansy always wanted to prove herself. Being the second child, always felt at the second place bellow her sister. From her childhood, Pansy wanted attention and often did cruel things to achieve it. She once tried to break her sister's wand, so she wouldn't be their parent's favourite. Pansy was never good at making friends, because she always viewed them antagonistically. She wants to be better than her friends and she can't stand the fact that one of them may be better than her at something.
Pansy is also really proud and can not face defeat by someone she conciders lower than her. Her ego is big and can easily be crushed, although she tries to hide it. If Pansy ever fought to the death with someone she conciders bellow her, a muggleborn for example, she would most likely commit suicide rather than allow the muggleborn kill her.
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Apollo Archemedes Parkinson. Fourty years old. Death eater and Ministry worker.
MOTHER:
Acacia Helene Parkinson. Thirty-eight. Death-Eater.
SIBLINGS:
Dahlia Iris Parkinson. Twenty-four. Sister and Death-Eater.
OTHER FAMILY: None.
SOCIO-ECONOMIC STATUS: Wealthy.
HISTORY OVERVIEW:
Pansy was the second child of Apollo and Acacia Parkinson. They were both of good pureblood families, so they didn't have a lot of choice when they married each other. Pansy always felt jealous of her older sister, who always got most of the attention because she was the cuttest and smartest of them two. From a young age, Pansy tried to receive her parent's attention, by doing cruel things sometimes. Once, she burnt Dahlia's dolls down, hoping that it would make her sister sad. Her parents bought Dahlia new dolls and Pansy was grounded.
When Pansy went to Hogwarts, she wanted to become a better witch than her sister. She was rather succesfull at DADA and Transfiguration and she always tried her best in Potions, although she disliked this class. During her Fourth Year, Harry Potter was killed and she was especially pleased due to that fact. If Voldemort ruled them now, there was a bigger chance of her receiving power.
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YOURAGE: 14.
YOURTIMEZONE: GMT +2:00
YOUREXPERIENCE: Almost a year.
YOUROTHERCHARS: None.
SECRET PHRASE: fight it out
YOURSAMPLE:
" I may die, but you won't be the one to kill me." Azula assured Wheathley, remembering the promise she did to Xanadu in their first meeting when she was barely seven years old.
... If we know that we are going to die then we will end our lives alone...
Those words echoed in Azula head, as she saw little stars dance in front of her eyes. Her life was ending, her soul was leaving her body but she wouldn't give Wheathley the pleasure to kill her. She wouldn't die by the hands of a girl who used to work in the fields. She didn't cared how talented she was with her bow and arrow. Azula couldn't accept to die by her hands.
That's why she pulled the last knife from her belt, but didn't even tried to hit Wheathley with it. " I would never accept you, even if you were from District 1. I never liked that bitch Valor either, neither I like you. My only true ally in this arena is him!" Azula yelled turning her towards where Xanadu and Naomi were fighting. But Xanadu wasn't there. He left her? He left her when he saw that things became difficult? How could he?
She tried to keep her tears in her eyes as she turned to Wheathley. " But I agree that we are very similar. We are both traitors. But at least I don't pretend to be the good and kind girl and then kill the people who were kind to me. You killed that Caretta girl even if she accepted you in our table. Do you think that any of the others would like to be with you? You are the true monster here, not I. Don't try to hide behind the mask of the kind peasant girl." Azula said proudly with all the stenght she had inside her.
No, she wasn't dying as a monster. Because she was never a monster, even if she was mean to almost everyone, killed innocent people.
She raised her knife a little above her chest. " Yes, my ego is very big." she murmured and her lips formed a last smile, probably most evil one. And the most sad one, even if it seemed cruel.
With a quick move she raised her knife and stabbed herself, excactly at the heart. If her heart was truly made of stone then a single knife couldn't kill her. But, Azula was a human apparently, because a second later she knelt on the dusty ground, trying to keep the blood in her mouth. She put her hand in her pocket and pulled out her father's peacekeeper badge and took it closer to her lips. She kissed it and raised it to the sky.
For a few minutes she wondered if she had to say something. No, Capitol didn't deserved her last words. Her last words were for herself, neither Wheathley nor Xanadu.
" During my lifetime I was a monster. Now, when I die I honestly hope that I die as a human." she said with her proud and loud voice. And then, her last breath left her mouth and Azula was dead, free from the difficult world which made her the monster she was during her lifetime.
... If we know that we are going to die then we will end our lives alone...
Those words echoed in Azula head, as she saw little stars dance in front of her eyes. Her life was ending, her soul was leaving her body but she wouldn't give Wheathley the pleasure to kill her. She wouldn't die by the hands of a girl who used to work in the fields. She didn't cared how talented she was with her bow and arrow. Azula couldn't accept to die by her hands.
That's why she pulled the last knife from her belt, but didn't even tried to hit Wheathley with it. " I would never accept you, even if you were from District 1. I never liked that bitch Valor either, neither I like you. My only true ally in this arena is him!" Azula yelled turning her towards where Xanadu and Naomi were fighting. But Xanadu wasn't there. He left her? He left her when he saw that things became difficult? How could he?
She tried to keep her tears in her eyes as she turned to Wheathley. " But I agree that we are very similar. We are both traitors. But at least I don't pretend to be the good and kind girl and then kill the people who were kind to me. You killed that Caretta girl even if she accepted you in our table. Do you think that any of the others would like to be with you? You are the true monster here, not I. Don't try to hide behind the mask of the kind peasant girl." Azula said proudly with all the stenght she had inside her.
No, she wasn't dying as a monster. Because she was never a monster, even if she was mean to almost everyone, killed innocent people.
She raised her knife a little above her chest. " Yes, my ego is very big." she murmured and her lips formed a last smile, probably most evil one. And the most sad one, even if it seemed cruel.
With a quick move she raised her knife and stabbed herself, excactly at the heart. If her heart was truly made of stone then a single knife couldn't kill her. But, Azula was a human apparently, because a second later she knelt on the dusty ground, trying to keep the blood in her mouth. She put her hand in her pocket and pulled out her father's peacekeeper badge and took it closer to her lips. She kissed it and raised it to the sky.
For a few minutes she wondered if she had to say something. No, Capitol didn't deserved her last words. Her last words were for herself, neither Wheathley nor Xanadu.
" During my lifetime I was a monster. Now, when I die I honestly hope that I die as a human." she said with her proud and loud voice. And then, her last breath left her mouth and Azula was dead, free from the difficult world which made her the monster she was during her lifetime.
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