Post by ivy nerine parkinson on May 20, 2012 15:58:50 GMT -5
Ivy Nerine Parkinson
"Is this real...is it pretend?"
"Is this real...is it pretend?"
Birth Certificate
Name: Ivy Nerine Parkinson
Birthdate: January 17th, 1959
Age: 16
Year: Sixth
Job: Student
Blood: Pureblood
At First Glance
Hair color: Brown
Eye color: Blue
Height: 5'6"
Distinguishing features: intense blue eyes, freckles
Desired Play-By: Kaya Scodelario
Description:
Possibly the first thing anyone notices about Ivy Parkinson is the striking blue color of her eyes. Those expressive eyes that seem to stare deep within those who look at her or shoot daggers at those whom she dislikes. Next on her appearance is her long brunette hair that seems to look perfect even if she believes it to be messed up. She stands at an average height of 5 foot 6 inches, though tends to add heels to the mix that make her at least 2 inches taller. Though some may perceive her as short at first glance, her tough personality makes up for it. She has an air about her that is both menacing and guarded, a bit of an 'I'm better than you' vibe that may or may not be what she is going for. As far as clothing style goes, Ivy tends to incorporate green into any of her outfits to pay tribute to her house and a bit to her name as well, though she prefers blues that match her eyes.
Tell Me More
Likes:
+ Sapphire Blue
+ Purebloods
+ Sirius Black [she admires his rebellion]
+ Books
+ Power
+ Being upper-class
+ Learning
+ Rebellion
+ Risks
+ Trouble-making
+ Pushing limits
+ Testing people
+ Darkness
+ Cold
+ Flying
+ Blackberries
Dislikes:
- Greed
- Muggles
- Oranges
- Peter Pettigrew
- Most people
- Common pure-blood views
- Being shown up
- Not having a connection with her sister
- Laziness
- Failing
Habits/Quirks:
~ Biting lip
~ Rolling eyes
Strengths:
+ Charms
+ Transfiguration
+ Flying
Weaknesses:
- Potions
- Quick to judge
- Has a hard time trusting others
Overall Personality:
Ivy may be a pureblood, but she's not who others see her to be. Yes, she was sorted into Slytherin like her parents and sister before her. Yes, she holds many traits of a Slytherin. However her views secretly differ from those of her parents and other pureblood families like hers. Many purebloods believe, as The Dark Lord does, that the wizarding world should be pureblooded only. However, Ivy does not believe as such. She believes that magical blood is magic, no matter how it ended up as such. She dislikes muggles simply for their ignorance. She finds their systems to be corrupt, and their manners to be crude. Yet secretly, she does not discriminate against muggle-borns. They can't help their heritage. Magic courses through their veins just as pure and clean as it does hers. She fears that someday she will be forced to marry a cousin or someone simply to keep up the pureblood line, and she despises the thought of that. Except, perhaps, if she were to marry the likes of Sirius Black.
Sirius Black defies his family in every way possible, a feat that Ivy quite admires, though not publicly. She would never be brave enough to attempt such a thing. She's content with living a lie. She's good at it too. Convincing everyone that she's just like every other pureblood witch. Horrid and cold, unfeeling. Hating of all things non-pureblood. Nose turned up and snobbish. The world doesn't see the real Ivy Parkinson.
The real Ivy Parkinson doesn't want to wear emeralds, she wants to wear sapphires. The real Ivy Parkinson despises the lengths that the Death Eaters she knows go to, torturing those The Dark Lord sees unfit to live. The real Ivy Parkinson wants to let someone in and see her, but can't.
Bring It Home
Father: Alexander James Parkinson
Mother: Cordelia Vivienne Parkinson
Siblings: ____ ____ Parkinson [17, Slytherin]
Other Important People:
Overall History:
On a chilly winter evening, January the 17th, 1959, a beautiful child was born. Her mother had lately admired the ivy climbing the outside walls of her home, and the nerine flowers decorating her garden, so it was no surprise when in her exhaustion she named the child 'Ivy Nerine'. An interesting choice, for certain, but the Parkinsons, being a pure blooded family, would not be made fun of for their naming decisions. Ivy had brilliant blue eyes and her hair was dark brown like her father's. Ivy had one sibling, as sister a year older than her. However her sister was never interested in her. In fact, she resented her. Her sister was used to being the center of attention, and was furious when that changed.
Ivy quickly learned how to entertain herself. She spent a lot of time in the family's library, learning to read at a young age. She found her parents' old Hogwarts textbooks and read those many times before she was even old enough to attend. Charms and Transfiguration were always her favorite. One of the house elves showed her a broomstick when she was 7 and Ivy couldn't resist climbing up on it and soaring through the backyard. Unfortunately when she did so, she landed in the roses, and gathered many a scrape from the thorns. She begged the house elf not to tell, and the elf kept her promise, treating the scrapes so that by the time her parents returned home they didn't suspect a thing. Ivy knew that if she asked one of her parents to teach her how to fly the answer would be no and that she could learn when she attended Hogwarts. She taught herself.
Ivy had always been independent, finding ways to entertain herself without any help from others. She spent time in the kitchen with the house elves, learning how to cook, even though she knew very well that she would likely never need to know how. In the large mansion house she grew up in, Ivy found many things to keep herself busy, never needing to leave the house to find something to make her happy. She enjoyed weekend shopping trips with her mother, and nights when her father would give in and read to her. Even if it was just The Daily Prophet, Ivy cherished every moment she got to listen to her father read.
Finally, on her eleventh birthday, Ivy received her invitation letter to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Her sister had received hers the year before and was sorted into Slytherin. Ivy had read up on the school and learned about all the different houses, and secretly preferred Ravenclaw, but knew that she too would be sorted into Slytherin. Her mother accompanied her to the station, and kissed her cheek before sending her off. Ivy's prediction had been correct when she was sorted into Slytherin. She watched, surprised, as a member of the Black family had been sorted into Gryffindor and had been pleased by it.
Throughout the years, Ivy watched that boy, Sirius Black. She found out how he rebelled against his family, and how very different his views were to that of his family. She found comfort in the fact that she was not the only one to come from a pureblood family and not share their precise views. Though she knew she would never be brave enough to share her true colors.
Now in her 6th year, Ivy has earned her reputation of a true Slytherin. Though any cruelty she performs is an act. She tries desperately to stay under the radar, but fails many a time. Particularly when she is the one that has to win a Quidditch match for her house. Her determination and flying talent landed her a spot on the team as their seeker. She is also in the top of her class, valuing hard work, and doing her very best to make good grades. She often wonders if anyone will ever get to know her for who she truly is.
Show Off
A rumble of thunder woke Ivy from her dreamless sleep. A smile crept onto her face as she looked out her porthole of a window in her cavernous bedroom. The waters of the black lake were stormy, just the way she liked it. She could almost imagine The Giant Squid smiling at her and telling her 'get up and go fly now'. "I plan to do just that." She said, hopping out of bed. One of her dorm mates groaned in their sleep, mumbling for Ivy to be quiet. She rolled her eyes as she slipped out of her silk pajamas, climbing into a pair of black skinny jeans, throwing on a blue t-shirt, and a loose black sweatshirt. She folded her pajamas neatly before putting on mismatched socks and her favorite pair of black converse. She closed the curtains on her porthole window, even though there was hardly any chance that light would get through it today, and neatly made up her bed before leaving the room.
The climb up the stairs from her room to the common room felt like it took forever. She raced through the common room and up the stairs towards The Great Hall. When she finally reached her destination only small bits of breakfast food scattered the table, for at this time on a Saturday, hardly any student was awake. Ivy grabbed a piece of toast, biting into it and chewing carefully so as not to hiccup from eating too fast. She sipped on a bit of pumpkin juice before finally grabbing an apple and running out the doors of the castle.
Her race to the Quidditch pitch was quick. The distance was long, but she was too excited, ready to fly. The run was good for her tiny body, warming her up for her own set of training. At the pitch she grabbed her broom from the closet and released her favorite snitch. It was the first one she'd ever caught. Snitches have flesh memories, so this one knew it belonged to her. She smiled fondly, rolling it in the palm of her hand before she released it. "Take your time, friend, I won't chase you for a while." Closing the closet door, she turned with her broom in hand. She was already soaked, head to toe from the pouring rain. The field was muddy, her black converse turned brown from the mud. She smiled in it, and kicked off the ground, flying across the pitch and into the sky with a smile on her face. Free at last.
Behind The Mask
Alias: Nichole
Age: 19
Years Roleplaying: 6 or so
Other Characters: [Admin Nichole]
Best way to contact you: Nichole
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