Post by Pansy Parkinson on May 20, 2006 3:36:40 GMT
Name: Pansy Parkinson
Age: 18
Heritage: Pure blood
Family: Not Mentioned by J.K.Rowling
Side: Evil, Death Eater in training
Personality: Pansy isn't exactly the nicest person in the world. While she was at Hogwarts she was known for taunting at other people mainly, people in the the other houses except Slytherin. Her and a group of girls always made fun of Hermione Granger.
She is now training to be a Death Eater to join Voldemorts side.
Background: There isn't much known about Pansy Parkinson. She is a Pure-blood. She was brought up as most every other Slytherin, Pure-bloods are the best and not to settle for anything less.
Pansy is described as having a hard, pug-like face. She is often seen as Draco Malfoy's female counterpart, and his love interest by default. She was Draco's date at the Yule Ball, during which she wore frilly pale pink dress robes, and fawned all over him after he "broke" his arm in there 3rd year. On the train ride to Hogwarts in there 6th year, Draco's head lay in Pansy's lap as she stroked his hair with an expression of smugness. ((I got some of the info from Wikipedia because I didn't have time to check the Books))
She was the opposite of the group “Dumbledore’s Army.” When the group was found, Pansy was the one who got the list from in the Room of requerements.
Pansy always tried to make the lives of fallow Gryffindor’s (and other house’s) miserable. Mainly, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and Ronald Weasley. She told Reeta Skeeter, an un-employed reporter for the Daily Prophet, false information about Harry Potter.
She became a prefect along with Draco Malfoy in her 5th year. Pansy became a member of the Inquisitorial Squad in her 5th also. Her friends included Draco Malfoy, Vincent Crabbe, Gregory Goyle, and Blaise Zabini.
Physical Appearance: In her early teens
Later teens
Ambition in Life: To become a Death-eater
Role Model in Life: Severus Snape
House: Her time in Hogwarts, she was in Slytherin
Job: Death Eater in training
Special Powers or Gifts: None
Roleplaying Sample: ((Is it ok if I make up a character for this paragraph?))
A bead of sweat fall down Pansy's face. She was tired and wanted to end this lesson. Learning something was one thing but, failing at it was another. She wasn't a person to fail at anything.
*Stop day dreaming you silly girl!!,* Snarled Mr. Arnold Fidget, a privet teacher. *Come on!! I don't have all day you know. Let's try this again. *
Pansy got up from the floor for which she was taking a rest. *Don't yell at me!* she said in a rude but calm manor. He was teaching her one of the unforgivable curses. She knew he wasn't supposed to but, it was for her own good in becoming a Death Eater. *Imperio!* she said pointed at a small feeble rat. All it did was wiggle a little, hover, and, fall back down onto where it was sitting.
*Something is wrong with you. I'm not getting this and it's not my fault* Pansy shrieked at her teacher. She was never a person to take fault of blame for anything at all. *You are yelling to much and it's making me uncomfortable. If I haven't gotten this yet, then obviously something is wrong with the teacher!!!* Hours had already past. The only other spell was Morsmordre, the dark mark. *I don't know where my father got you from but, you are no good* She told him.
*I am as good as anyone else there is. It is you who is a little brat who doesn't want to learn.* Mr.Fidget said in his defense.
That's all Pansy could take from him. *You just called me a brat?* she said in a sarcastic voice, almost in a slight laugh. Her smugness was amusing, *Well, well, well....you shall be hearing from my parents. Now leave!*
He stared at her for a few seconds. His eyes blinking. He couldn't believe what a mere teenager had just told him, *Your parents instructed me to teach you this. I will not leave without there consent.* he told her with a large grin across his face.
Pansy's smile doubled, *Shall we call them then? I don't think mother would like to her that her precious daughter was called a brat and neither would dear old daddy.* She had him wrapped around her fingers. Her black eyes were blazing like coal from a hot fire. She knew she had won this little "battle" of theres.
All he could do was look at her. After a few moments. He breathed heavily and walked out of the room. He looked confused. Irritation and defeat was swirling in his mind. All Pansy could do was stand there and laugh.
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Age: 18
Heritage: Pure blood
Family: Not Mentioned by J.K.Rowling
Side: Evil, Death Eater in training
Personality: Pansy isn't exactly the nicest person in the world. While she was at Hogwarts she was known for taunting at other people mainly, people in the the other houses except Slytherin. Her and a group of girls always made fun of Hermione Granger.
She is now training to be a Death Eater to join Voldemorts side.
Background: There isn't much known about Pansy Parkinson. She is a Pure-blood. She was brought up as most every other Slytherin, Pure-bloods are the best and not to settle for anything less.
Pansy is described as having a hard, pug-like face. She is often seen as Draco Malfoy's female counterpart, and his love interest by default. She was Draco's date at the Yule Ball, during which she wore frilly pale pink dress robes, and fawned all over him after he "broke" his arm in there 3rd year. On the train ride to Hogwarts in there 6th year, Draco's head lay in Pansy's lap as she stroked his hair with an expression of smugness. ((I got some of the info from Wikipedia because I didn't have time to check the Books))
She was the opposite of the group “Dumbledore’s Army.” When the group was found, Pansy was the one who got the list from in the Room of requerements.
Pansy always tried to make the lives of fallow Gryffindor’s (and other house’s) miserable. Mainly, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and Ronald Weasley. She told Reeta Skeeter, an un-employed reporter for the Daily Prophet, false information about Harry Potter.
She became a prefect along with Draco Malfoy in her 5th year. Pansy became a member of the Inquisitorial Squad in her 5th also. Her friends included Draco Malfoy, Vincent Crabbe, Gregory Goyle, and Blaise Zabini.
Physical Appearance: In her early teens
Later teens
Ambition in Life: To become a Death-eater
Role Model in Life: Severus Snape
House: Her time in Hogwarts, she was in Slytherin
Job: Death Eater in training
Special Powers or Gifts: None
Roleplaying Sample: ((Is it ok if I make up a character for this paragraph?))
A bead of sweat fall down Pansy's face. She was tired and wanted to end this lesson. Learning something was one thing but, failing at it was another. She wasn't a person to fail at anything.
*Stop day dreaming you silly girl!!,* Snarled Mr. Arnold Fidget, a privet teacher. *Come on!! I don't have all day you know. Let's try this again. *
Pansy got up from the floor for which she was taking a rest. *Don't yell at me!* she said in a rude but calm manor. He was teaching her one of the unforgivable curses. She knew he wasn't supposed to but, it was for her own good in becoming a Death Eater. *Imperio!* she said pointed at a small feeble rat. All it did was wiggle a little, hover, and, fall back down onto where it was sitting.
*Something is wrong with you. I'm not getting this and it's not my fault* Pansy shrieked at her teacher. She was never a person to take fault of blame for anything at all. *You are yelling to much and it's making me uncomfortable. If I haven't gotten this yet, then obviously something is wrong with the teacher!!!* Hours had already past. The only other spell was Morsmordre, the dark mark. *I don't know where my father got you from but, you are no good* She told him.
*I am as good as anyone else there is. It is you who is a little brat who doesn't want to learn.* Mr.Fidget said in his defense.
That's all Pansy could take from him. *You just called me a brat?* she said in a sarcastic voice, almost in a slight laugh. Her smugness was amusing, *Well, well, well....you shall be hearing from my parents. Now leave!*
He stared at her for a few seconds. His eyes blinking. He couldn't believe what a mere teenager had just told him, *Your parents instructed me to teach you this. I will not leave without there consent.* he told her with a large grin across his face.
Pansy's smile doubled, *Shall we call them then? I don't think mother would like to her that her precious daughter was called a brat and neither would dear old daddy.* She had him wrapped around her fingers. Her black eyes were blazing like coal from a hot fire. She knew she had won this little "battle" of theres.
All he could do was look at her. After a few moments. He breathed heavily and walked out of the room. He looked confused. Irritation and defeat was swirling in his mind. All Pansy could do was stand there and laugh.
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