Paris Parkinson

[Paris Parkinson]

PARIS ROSE PARKINSON

Basics;;

FULL NAME: Paris Rose Parkinson
NICKNAME(S): None. She goes by Paris or Parkinson. Occasionally a few expletives.
AGE/D.O.B.: 24, 31st of October, 1989
HOUSE: Former Slytherin
IDEOLOGY: Pro-everything - except being an a-hole based on blood.
JOB: Auror
WAND: Holly Wood, Dragon Core, 12 ¾" Length, Supple flexibility
BROOM: Firebolt, though she's saving a bit of gold for the new Thunderbolt that's rumoured to be in the making.
PLAYBY: Emilia Clarke

Personality;;

LIKES: Quietly reading in the countryside + Horse riding + Swimming + Late night walks + Causing chaos + Destroying things + Bonfires + Fires + Annoying People + Chocolate + Cereal + Doing things her own way + Movies + Music + Quidditch (go Cannons!) + Talking with someone one-on-one + Snakes (the animals) + Dogs (the animals) + Dancing (but shh, don't tell anyone, she'll maim you) + Cocky and arrogant guys aka all the red flags
DISLIKES: Paperwork - Being told what to do (even if it's something she enjoys doing) - Paper cuts - People with really boring voices, like OMG!STFU - Having feelings - Crowded places - Snakes (people) - Dogs (people) - A-holes that judge others on their blood.
STRENGTHS: Loyal (if you can earn her loyalty, that is) + Steadfast with work + Can be quite compassionate but she'll usually hide it + Quick with her wand + Can do some small amounts of non-verbal and wandless magic + Focused + Transfiguration is her strongest area of magic + Animagus + Agile + Flexible + Spend a lot of her free time trying to make herself better somehow ... the gal has issues.
WEAKNESSES: *cracks knuckles* Married to the job - Impatient - Stubborn - Arrogant - Paranoid - Conniving - Smart arse - Needlessly aggressive - Loud - Obnoxious - Will ignore pain and injury when she really shouldn't - Overthinks everything - Offensive to princesses, offensive to most people to be fair - Really bad at flirting (to the point it'll make you cringe) - Likes scotch a lot too much - Falls behind on paperwork too often - Not afraid to throw a tantrum - Will get her wand out in public - Has never, and will never, apologise for anything - Competitive - Has a thing for bad guys because at least then she can't get too attached, right? Red flags? You mean her turn ons. - Commitment-phobe - Likes fire way too much.
AMORTENTIA: Freshly mown grass, the smell of a certain someone's cologne, whiskey, bonfire (could the woman have more clichés?).
PATRONUS: Unicorn (seriously, no one expected that, least of all me) - Paris's happiest memories are those pee-your-knickers-laughter moments with her bestie, they're the warmth and security she feels when she knows she's not entirely alone in the world, her childhood wasn't too bad but there was nothing worthy of being her 'happiest' memory.
BOGGART: The Imperius curse is her greatest fear, Paris makes some impulsive and reckless decisions regarding her own life, but to have no control over her own actions is her greatest fear and a Boggart shows a shadow figure standing over a puppet of herself being controlled by strings.
MIRROR OF ERISED: Paris doesn't know it herself, but her hearts truest desire is a happy, loving, monogamous relationship. So gross. She'll smack you down if you suggest anything of the sort to her. She doesn't do relationships - she's her own worst enemy.

Personal Life;;

NATIONALITY: British
BIRTH-PLACE: Devon, UK
PARENTS: Mistelle Parkinson nee Saint Laurent - pureblood, Beauxbatons alumna.
Paxwell Parkinson - pureblood, Slytherin alumnus.
SIBLINGS: Pansy ______ nee Parkinson - pureblood, sister, eight years older than Paris, Slytherin alumna.
P____ Parkinson - pureblood, brother, five years older than Paris, arranged marriage, Slytherin alumnus.
P____ Parkinson - pureblood, brother, three years older than Paris, Slytherin alumnus.
OTHER IMPORTANT FAMILY: Barn owl - Beatle.
Best friend/flat mate - like a sister, friends since Hogwarts.
____ ____ - pureblood, brother-in-law, married to Pansy, Slytherin Alumnus.
_______ Parkinson nee _______ - pureblood, sister-in-law, married to oldest P____ Parkinson, arranged marriage, Slytherin alumna.
_______ Parkinson - pureblood, nephew, son of older P____ Parkinson.
_______ Parkinson - pureblood, nephew, son of older P____ Parkinson.
_______ Parkinson nee _______ - pureblood, sister-in-law, married to Younger P____ Parkinson, arranged marriage, Slytherin alumna.
_______ Parkinson - pureblood, nephew, son of younger P____ Parkinson.
HISTORY: The fourth and final child of Mistelle and Paxwell Parkinson was nothing special. She was a little troll baby and grew into a little troll toddler. She would screech, she was demanding, and refused to do absolutely anything she was asked. Little Paris was a handful, not that her parents would have known, the pair spent their time socialising, working, holidaying without their children and doting on their sons. Yes, a spare and an heir to inherit the Parkinson name, honour, and of course - fortune. Growing up, Paris only really had interactions with her older sister, and even those she was a pain in the butt for. She was an irritating little toddler trying to climb Pansy and take her books or rip at her dresses. Paris’s siblings spent as much time away from her as it was possible to do, she eventually hid away in her room or at the stables and would only come out for meals and her lessons. She spent time with other children her own age of pureblood lineage when she had to and then, eventually, went to Hogwarts. Her early years were full of lessons on how to be a proper little pureblooded princess and not a lot else.

Paris was many things but good at socialising was not one of them. Her brain-to-mouth filter was lacking and she almost always said what was on her mind as soon as it sprung to her. She often upset people without intending to but she lacked the compassion to realise what it did to others. She was considered stone-cold by many of her peers, but she fit right in with some of her fellow Slytherins who thought her blunt nature was hilarious, almost charming, however Paris soon came to realise that those people weren’t the sort she wanted to be around and she she bailed on those friendships in favour of a bit of solitude … and chocolate. Paris came to think that a lot of her peers were idiots and her attitude meant she missed out on a spot on the Slytherin quidditch team, or so she would claim if asked. Perhaps, in reality, her second and third year skills weren’t up to scratch, after all her parents had paid for her lessons to be in etiquette (which she never paid attention to), horse riding, dancing, pianoforte, all the posh, upper class things you’d expect a little pureblooded princess to learn, but Paris never took on that roll, she always did as she pleased and Quidditch was something she practised at until she got good enough to be on the team in her fourth year, playing in the position of beater, and then not asked back onto for her Seventh year after an unfortunate incident the year before when she knocked a fellow Slytheirn from their broom and caused some nasty injuries. Focused, driven, and hard working were always traits Paris carried with her, along with arrogant, stubborn, and a little (okay, majorly) irritating.

Being in Hogwarts was eye opening for Paris. Paris's views on pureblood superiority were thrown into question early on and her way of thinking evolved. Paris realised she didn’t actually believe the things her parents had taught her, everything they’d told her was absolute dragondung, she didn’t think all that sort of pureblood rubbish was right. The more she looked into it, the flimsier her parents beliefs seemed and the more flimsy the whole pureblood society was.

Between her sixth and seventh year of Hogwarts, Paris left her family, telling her parents she didn’t agree with their way of thinking, and told them that she wouldn’t marry someone they’d picked out for her just because they wanted some good connections. Paris may not have said it so nicely. There may have been some - or a lot - of swearing and screaming and setting fire to some prized family treasures.

Paris went back to Hogwarts and closed herself off more than ever, focusing on her NEWTs. Paris had one good friend in school, her ride or die, but she got on okay with plenty of others, she could almost consider a few friends. Some people she got on with a little too well. Too well in old classrooms, too well in the owlery (ew, gross), at the edge of the forbidden forest, and down by the lake. Not to mention adventurous Hogsmeade visits. Paris spent a chunk of her seventh year looking for ways to express her frustrations - the more aggressive the better. She passed with nearly straight Os thanks to her friend pushing her to do the right thing at every turn (not that Paris listened at every turn, but she did now and then which paid off), and who even needs an O in potions anyway? An E is totally fine. And she went on to train as an Auror, rubbing her colleagues and bad guys the wrong way as she went, but damn were her tracking skills impressive. Paris has been an Auror now for a few years, mostly working on her own, occasionally as a pair, but never really as a team player, she’s not the best at relying on others but when she’s in the field with someone she works with, she trusts they have her back, just as she’d have theirs, you know, so long as they’re not an elitist wankpot.

This lovely character is being played by Ariel! Ariel has been roleplaying for 23 years, and play zero other characters on this site. Ariel lives in the GMT time zone, and you can reach her by Discord or site DM.

ROLEPLAY SAMPLE: The Hook had released their new comeback album and Paris had been hearing it everywhere non-stop. The radio, the shops, her own apartment where Izzy would not stop playing it, not even for five seconds. Paris already knew all the words to every song on the album and while yes, she was a fan of their work, she wasn't some kind of super fan. She was the sort that could sit around and casually listen to it. She knew the words to the singles but not the whole freaking album. What was worse than hearing it everywhere she went was when she was alone in her room and she would start humming it while she read her book. It had seeped into her subconscious.

The only place Paris could think to get away from it all was a rough and ready little dive on the outskirts of London. It was tucked away in a little magical alley that not many made their way to, and those that did weren't always the sort you wanted to be associated with. The Blood Riders were a local broom gang who happened to call The Red Wyvern their base and Paris got on with most of the people in the gang. She turned a blind eye to what they got up to - which wasn't really her division anyway, more the low level hit-wizard crap - and they turned a blind eye when she was jamming a dagger through someone's hand in a punch up. It wasn't a welcoming place but it was practically a second home to Paris, well third, her work was her second home.

Five drinks later, three shots, one punch up, one snog with a whiskery bloke that tasted like rum and cigarettes, and Paris was out the door with a broom in hand. She had no idea who it belonged to but she was going to take it. She'd send it back tomorrow but that would leave one pissed off broomie in the pub tonight. She didn't care. She mounted the broom and kicked off, her hand slipping on the broom handle a bit. The broom shook a little between her thighs but she managed to get it flying straight and she shot off through the sky. Muggles were oblivious, they never noticed people out flying over London. Their eyes were always firmly on the problems in front of them, not above while Paris was looking to the sky.