First Name: Pansy
Middle Name(s): Eleanor
Last Name: Parkinson

Birthday: April 10, 1980

Gender: Female

Year: Seventh?

House: Slytherin

Birthplace: Wiltshire, England

Residence: Wiltshire, England

Parents: Nathaniel & Patricia Parkinson
Siblings: None
Relatives (If Any):

Pets: Eagle Owl, Eros. Black cat, Nyx

Blood: Pure Blood

Age: 16
Hair Color: Black
Hair Style: Long, mid-back length, sweeping bangs, dramatic layers
Eye Color: Brown
Skin Tone: Pale, white
Nationality: British
Height: 5'5
Weight: 115 lbs
Accent: British


History: Pansy is the eldest and only child of the noble Parkinson family. Pansy was born and raised in Wiltshire, where her parents home-schooled her during her pre-Hogwarts years. As expected of the Parkinson family, she showed great signs of magical ability very early, starting at the age of 3. When it came time for Pansy to attend Hogwarts in 1991, it was no suprise that she was sorted into Slytherin, like the many generations of Parkinsons before her.

Personality: Quite honestly, Pansy is a spoiled brat. She comes across as cold, calculated, and stuck-up. She has a strong tendancy to act indifferent and ignore most people, though she often goes out of her way to put others down. She does not waste her time on people she deems unworthy, which usually includes anyone of a non-wealthy or non-powerful status. As the "Slytherin Princess", Pansy is rather vain and shallow, as she wouldn't be caught dead with a hair out of place or a boy any less than highly-attractive (or any boy other than Draco, for that matter) taking her arm. She knows she is beautiful and her status is that of respect, and she will use both to her advantage. She expects boys and girls alike to drop and kiss her feet, though they're too intimidated by her to even come near. Pansy knows what she wants and will do whatever it takes to get it, regardless of who she may hurt in the process- with the exception of the very few who she remains fiercely loyal, like Draco and Millicent. And if you break her trust, watch out. She holds grudges and she will seek a vengeance.

Hates: Muggles, Mudbloods, Muggle-lovers, not getting her way, being ignored, being doubted, being treated like a child, looking like a fool
Loves: Her parents, Daddy's money, Slytherin, getting her way, her friends, being respected
Wants: Draco, put as many underclassmen in their place as she can, Slytherin to win the House Cup this year
Wishes: Become prefect, marry a rich man and stay a Lady of Leisure for life
Fears: Failure, being alone, being poor, death of her parents

Favourite Color: Green
Favourite School Subject: Potions, duh.
Favourite Animal: Tiger, Snake
Favourite Food: Steak, Salmon
Least Favourite Color: Yellow
Least Favourite School Subject: Muggle Studies
Least Favourite Animal: Insects.
Least Favourite Food: Onions

Wand Core: Dragon heartstring
Wand Wood: Ash
Wand Length: 10 inches
Wand Movement: Flick
Wand Strengths and Weaknesses: Powerful offensive, weak defensive

Special Talents: Manipulation

Special Possessions: Family heirlooms (jewelry mostly), Antique silver serpent ring

Sample Post: It was finally Winter at Hogwarts, Pansy's favorite. The sun shone brighter, the castle looked so beautiful when it was covered in white, and there was no humidity to frizz her hair. She wrapped up in her warmest clothes and brightest Slytherin scarf with matching green gloves. She slipped on her Slytherin hat perfectly so it wouldn't mess up her hair then exited to the common room. All heads turned her way, but she kept her eyes straight ahead and she smiled to herself. She spotted the rest of her Slytherin friends in the courtyard. She had almost made her way there when a first-year Hufflepuff knocked into her, spilling a thick gooey brown liquid down the front of her painfully expensive robes. Pansy's jaw dropped so hard it almost fell off. The boy muttered his apologies then looked up to meet her eye. Realising who she was, he jumped backwards in fear and froze as if he was petrified. Normally, Pansy would have hexed him beyond medical repair, but she was far too furious to do anything but stomp her way back down to the dungeons. "Stupid... bloody... filthy... distasteful..." Ohh, that boy better hide while she was still covered in that goo. All the terrible things Pansy could do to him raced through her mind. That boy had it coming, alright.

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