paris parkinson

[paris]

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Name: Paris Xavier Parkinson
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Year: Sixth
Face Claim: Mark Salling

Canon or Original? Canon

Facial Properties: Paris definitely has a face that you wouldn't pass up without a second, third and fourth glance. He's gorgeous, and he knows it, too. His face is sharp and mature, although not naturally unkind or intimidating. Probably his most striking feature is his strong jaw, followed by his eyes - hazel with flecks of green that have a tendency to become more apparent when he's angry. His eyes are framed by thick, dark eyelashes. His nose is medium-sized and appears to have been broken once (although it has actually been broken several times). His mouth is full (and has touched many other mouths, but that's not really the point). He likes to stay clean-shaven, since he doesn't entirely like the way he looks with scruff, although there are times when he'll let it grow out. He's not one of those guys who needs it to look more mature, however, so he doesn't keep it that way for too long. Finally, probably the most important feature of his - his mohawk. To be honest, Paris can't remember just exactly why he's kept it this way for so long. He remembered getting angry with his father because he'd been lecturing him (again) about propriety and needing to look good for the family or some other similar babble, and doing it out of spite. His father had lost it, of course, given him threats and what-not, but Paris had kept it, and it had been that way ever since. Honestly, he doesn't give two shits if people think it's stupid, he thinks it looks good on him, and will probably keep it for a while now. Possibly until it stops annoying his father, and since that's not likely to happen any time soon, he's probably keeping it for a long, long time.
Physique: Fact: Paris likes to look good. He's not lazy; he likes to exercise and stay strong and, most importantly, look good. Which means he's often found doing press-ups, sit-ups, lifting weights - you name it, he does it, muggle or not. While he's not overly buff, he has managed to acquire quite a good physique, with strong arms, toned legs and a reasonably defined stomach. To "make up" for the exercise, he eats like a pig (except with more decorum, sort of). He's fairly tall, reaching 6', although he's hoping he'll be able to gain a few inches in the coming years. Everyone knows the taller you are, the more intimidating you are - and Paris definitely likes being intimidating. He has broad shoulders, big hands and big feet that were awkward at some point but that he grew into. He doesn't have any distinguishing marks on his body - although he's considered getting a tattoo once or twice, he's never felt there was any tattoo that was worth remaining on his body for the rest of his life - except for the one he's holding out for, the one he can't wait to get when he graduates.

Wand Type: Dragon heartstring, ebony, 13"
Wand Expertise: Charms
Patronus: Octopus
Boggart: Death

Personality:

aggressive & malicious

Paris has a surprising amount of self-control; he doesn't fly off the handle that often, and rarely does things out of anger. However, that doesn't make him any less dangerous - or violent. If anything, it makes him even more intimidating, because every violent act he does, he does it with purpose, with the intention to hurt, badly. He's ruthless – if he dislikes you and he wants you to know it, he'll damn well show it, probably physically. And it's not just that, either, because you don't have to piss him off to get hurt. He doesn't exactly have a quota-for-caring – he'll hurt whoever he needs to to get what he wants, he'll hurt whoever gets in his way, he'll hurt people for fun, because he's bored, and he won't be gentle about it. As a matter of fact, he's downright cruel about it. He'll probably hurt all your friends first (either in front of you, or make sure that you knew it was him) and then hurt you. He doesn't take kindly to being crossed and, while he's never killed before, he's pretty sure he'd do it in the blink of an eye if there wasn't someone there to stop him every single time. He's not really out to kill, though – no, despite what people thing, he's smarter than that. As much as he thinks a few people really deserve it, he doesn't want to waste his life away in Azkaban. He has big plans, you see, for after he's done with Hogwarts. He's only really doing it because his father would throw a fit if he dropped out and, while he doesn't particularly care what his father thinks, he knows it'll only cause the death of his mother. He had to get the violence from somewhere, yeah? Well, he wouldn't put it past his father to finally go all the way with what he's been doing, just to spite Paris. And yeah, Paris doesn't really have a quota-for-caring, but it's his mother. She birthed him, raised him (sort of) and he loves her in his own, twisted way. So he's going to suffer through two more years of Hogwarts. And in the mean time he's going to practice for his future…job with the students at Hogwarts.

"dumb"

Right off the bat, you'd be able to tell that Paris isn't the sharpest tool in the shed. He's a teenager, he's bound to do stupid stuff and get in trouble and all that. But besides that, he's not very smart academically. For one thing, he doesn't really try very hard, mostly because he really couldn't give a damn. Secondly, he's dyslexic; everything looks backwards, so it makes his "what's the point?" motto even more valid. His mum thinks it's because she accidentally dropped him on the head as a baby, but he doesn't really believe it. But hey, if knowing she didn't give birth to a dysfunctional kid helps, then whatever, he'll let her think what she wants, and he'll keep up the lie for her. It's just another lie to add to his list, anyway. So, he doesn't do crap for school work, and he has a little Hufflepuff as a tutor but, in reality, she only does his homework for him (how she manages to get him A's is beyond him since she's younger, but whatever, he picked some sort of tiny genius) and then she has him read to him the important bits and, somehow, he manages to retain enough to pass most of his exams (it's a special ability he has – he's really not as dumb as he looks). Really, Paris only appears stupid - and it's on purpose. He has a tendency to dumb himself down around certain people, people he knows will end up underestimating him so that, later, he can take advantage of it. There's nothing sweeter than catching someone off guard and watching them realize that they've misjudged him and that, now, they were going to pay for their mistakes. Which brings me to my next point…

deceptive & distrusting

Paris loves deceiving people. He loves tricking them, messing with their head, making them think he's dumb and then throwing it back in their faces, make them think he's the good guy when he's not. He's not perfect at it, of course, possibly not even close, but he gets by. He's a pretty good liar, after all. He's had a lot of practice covering up for himself, and he feels no guilt in lying – and to anyone, too. He'd lie to his own mother if he needed to, without even batting an eyelash. It's why it's so hard to really tell where you stand with Paris. He could pretend you're one of his closest friends when, in reality, he hates you and has an ulterior motive or, on the flip side, he could genuinely like you. Quite honestly, he only has a select few true friends, and he'd probably just as easily turn around and betray them if he needed to – survival of the fittest and all that, the weak was left behind, et cetera et cetera. It's because of his deceptive nature that he's so distrusting – after all, he knows no one can trust him, so why should he trust anyone else? Trust no one but yourself, and even then you should be careful. It was one of the few useful things that Algernon had ever told his son and that Paris had actually listened to and counted as a life lesson. If there's one thing he's really smart about, it's this – he'll only trust you as far as he'd throw you, and that's without using all of his strength, too. So he's not a great friend to have, but honestly? It's better for you if you're at least on his good side - whatever sort of "good" that might be, it has to better than his bad side.

possessive

Paris is extremely possessive of everything he owns (and even what he "technically" doesn't). He's used to getting what he wants and, when he does, he has this idea that it's his and his alone. He's always been terrible when it comes to sharing and, when he thinks someone is broaching on something or someone he's decided is his, he'll get huffy and riled up and it'll probably result in a fight. And it's not just material possessions, either – in his own twisted way, Paris is possessive of his friends, lovers and the people he messes with. The friends part isn't much of an issue, seeing as he doesn't have that many close ones, but those that he does count as closer-than-usual friends, he tends to keep an eye on, and there's always that frustration when he sees them with someone other than himself, although he knows better than to vocalize that feeling. Whenever he gets a wife (he doubts 'girlfriend' will be happening beforehand), he'll probably be overbearing and possessive as hell; wouldn't be much of a surprise if he ends up having her followed or something of the sort. He also has a tendency to leave his mark with the girls he's bedded – whether it's a love bite, or something a tad more serious depends on the girl and how far gone he is at the time. Finally, he's often possessive of the people he's hurting or using at the time in the sense that, should he see someone else hurting them, he'd probably defend them – in other words, he sees it as, only he's allowed to touch them, and no one else, even if it is negatively. It's strange and twisted but, then again, so is Paris

vain

Paris knows he's very good looking. As a matter of fact, he actually thinks he's women (and men's) gift from God, and he acts like it, too. He knows he's not perfect (far from it), but he still struts around Hogwarts like he's the bee's knees and makes sure people know it, too. He practically oozes confidence (cockiness), and it ends up annoying people, and he knows it, too. He could spend a whole conversation very happily only talking about himself and everything he's accomplished (which isn't very much), his interests (which are limited since he doesn't have a tendency to discuss his knife-wielding habits with most other people) and just himself. He's rarely interested in anything else someone else says unless it's directly relevant to him or unless you actually are his friend and he has to listen to you, or at least pretend. He loves being in the spotlight, perhaps too much – he likes attention, so he'll do pretty much everything to have it. He wants to be know, wants to be acknowledged, and he absolutely hates being ignored. So, he'll go out of his way to cause a scene, to make people look at him. He'll hurt someone, and then march right up to the person who cares about them and pretty much tell them to their face who he'd hurt, how, and whether or not he plans on continuing to hurt said person that they care about. It just serves to prove that he really is kind of stupid, because it's almost as if he goes looking for a fight – actually, scratch that. It's not almost. He does go looking for a fight. He enjoys the sound of fists smacking against flesh, enjoys giving pain, and he enjoys receiving pain almost as much. He's a masochist like that, and it's not all for the attention. Ironically, he'll enjoy a fight, but, because he's so damn vain, 'not the face!' is often a statement that leaves his lips. It's too much to expect that his face won't be bruised up, but that doesn't stop him from wailing about it after. Because, seriously, his face? Beautiful. And he doesn't take kindly to people fucking it up, thank you very much.

physical

Among many things, Paris loves physical touch. A stroke, a hug, a kiss, a grope – anything. Everything. He's a very physical person, even when he's not being aggressive. Whenever he's around someone, he'll constantly want to have some sort of physical contact – whether a hand on their shoulder, an arm around their waist or shoulders or, if he's feeling particularly friendly, his hand would slip lower to the butt region. If he finds you attractive, he'll most likely grope you, especially if you're a female. And yes, you assumed right - he has no qualms about gender. He prefers girls (mostly because it's easier to convince females to get into his bed, boys tend to get a little iffy about it), but he'll wander into the territory of bisexuality every now and then. He's a hormonal, sixteen year old bloke, and frankly he's not going to discriminate between one attractive face/body. His motto? A hole's a hole's a hole, it's just the placement that's different. There's something about the power of a male's body that fascinates him, just like how the vulnerability of the female body does. He does know one thing for sure, though: he likes sex, and he's really not that picky gender-wise. End of story.

Likes:
+ Knives
+ Power
+ Sex
+ Innocence
+ Blood
+ Surprising people
+ Alcohol
+ His guitar
+ Exercise
+ Bets
Dislikes:
– His father
– School
– McGonogall
– His father
– Feeling weak
– Snobby girls
– Hangovers
– Cold showers
– Clingy girls
– Cats

History:

Algernon Parkinson is one of the most poised men you'll ever meet. He's a business man, through and through; respected, hated and yet feared by many, the whole enchilada. His father was the same way, as was his father before him and so on – you can call it a family legacy of sorts. Their main, shared goal? Climb as high up the social ladder of purebloods as they can. Algernon was no different in this respect, either. Every move he makes, every decision he takes, every party he attends, it's all with conscious thought of how it'll affect the Parkinson name. He'd been taught to be cautious of everything he did, to control himself completely, from childhood; it's been drilled into his head that one wrong move could send you tumbling, and hitting each rung until you get to the bottom. So he made sure not to make any mistakes, and any mistakes that he did make were quickly covered up before they could cause any serious damage. When they found out that the Rosier family had a girl who was of marriageable age, his family jumped on the opportunity to strengthen a bond with another pureblood family; Algernon couldn't agree with their choice more. He was Emily Rosier's senior by almost eleven years, but it didn't really matter; a marriage was a marriage. Or, well, in this case it was a business agreement more than anything else. It was a large affair, of course. Algernon and his parents wouldn't have it any other way; they did always have a tendency to resort to over-extravagant gestures. He invited everyone that matters and the union raised him up a few rungs, much to his pleasure.

That was actually the only good thing about the marriage.

It had started off as a loveless marriage from both sides. They'd both only done it for the prestige, for the merging of the Rosier and Parkinson name, and so on. Still, Emily was a bit of a romantic, and ended up falling for Algernon's good looks, influence and power – or, perhaps, falling in lust would be a more accurate description, but she was young and thus easily confused her feelings for love. Naturally, Algernon didn't feel the same – not even close. She was only seventeen; to his twenty-eight, practically a baby. And thus it was only natural for him to find company in more…mature women who could appreciate a man like him. Unfortunately, Emily did not agree. They got into a row the first time she found a woman in her bed with him and Algernon sent his mistress away; Emily naively thought he would then turn and apologise. Oh how wrong she was. That night was the first time he hit her.

It wouldn't be the last.

Algernon was careful about it – he didn't want to hit her anywhere too obvious, because God knows if word got out that he was beating his wife there would be hell to pay and there went his reputation. But his discretion didn't mean he was any less aggressive, and soon Emily found herself too ashamed to leave the house for too long, begging illness and fatigue. Algernon went with the story, telling everyone who inquired that she had contracted a strange disease and needed as much bed rest as she could get. Her (temporary) salvation came in the form of their first son, surprisingly enough. As soon as they discovered she was pregnant, all hints of violence ceased and Algernon was suddenly the most attentive husband you could imagine, insuring she got everything she wanted, that she was well fed and so on and so forth. His reasoning? He wanted an heir. And thus Emily, although not particularly religious, prayed every day and night for a son. She thought that maybe, just maybe, if she gave Algernon a son he might ease off her, might be pleased with her, might even somehow fall in love with her. Once again, Emily was proving just how naïve she was, because they went right back to their old routine as soon as Paris was born.

For the first few years, Paris was doted upon and spoiled rotten. Algernon would often stay away from her when she was with Paris, not wanting to accidentally hurt his son, and thus Emily took refuge in him, refusing to hire a nurse maid or nanny to do the job for her – a mistake, perhaps, because when he was only two years old, she dropped him. Yes, literally dropped him. On the head. Miraculously, he had simply bounced away, but it didn't keep Algernon from punishing her mercilessly for putting their son to harm, accompanying it with threats of taking Paris away from her, that there would be hell to pay if she'd done any actual damage. To her extreme relief, Paris seemed like a normal child – inquisitive, energetic. He often liked to wander off on his own, and came back with his hands dirty – she always assumed it was because he was playing in the dirt, and scolded him for it. When he came back home with blood on his fingers, she refused to question it, her mind (which had become so good at denying things) convincing her heart that he must have hurt himself (even though there was no visible bruising). When Paris came home with a dead bird (it's neck had obviously been snapped), she ignored the eerily familiar expression on his face (he looked so much like his father, it scared her sometimes) and assumed he must have found it by the side of the road. Gently, she told him that the bird was dead.

He told her she knew and it was the first time she allowed herself to feel chills.

When Paris was five years old, Emily unexpectedly found herself pregnant once more. Nine months later, they had another son – Brandon Parkinson. The differences between the two sons were startling. Where Paris had been fussy and loud, Brandon was quiet and obedient. Where Paris was messy, Brandon was neat. Where Paris was easily distracted, Brandon was easily pleased. But most of all, Brandon, being the new baby and everything, was taking the attention of his parents away from Paris, and Paris discovered that he didn't really like that. In fact, he rather hated it. Which was why, one night, he crept into his brother's room at night, dragged a chair close to the crib, and leaned over the bars to look down at the baby, face wrinkled in distaste, because he found him to be completely unattractive and, really, he was quite the nuisance, wasn't he? As if sensing him, Brandon immediately began to fuss and, realizing he was about to cry, Paris hurriedly covered his brother's mouth. It surprised him how fragile the baby was, how soft his skin was, how vulnerable. He was reminded of the injured bird he'd found out on their grounds, how it had whined pitifully. It had annoyed him, too, and all he'd really had to do to make it shut up was snap it's neck, just a rapid movement. His mother hadn't told him it was wrong, she hadn't said anything (she didn't say much anyway, though), so maybe she wouldn’t in this case eith—

"Paris!"

He jumped guiltily, immediately snatching his arm back as if he'd been burned. His mother stared at him, horrified, and for a few moments the only thing that could be heard was the sound of Brandon's wails. Finally, Emily moved towards the crib and picked up her second son, rocking him gently and making shushing noises. Frustrated, Paris left the room and went back to his own. Apparently, getting rid of his brother was a big no-no or something. When Paris went off to Hogwarts and it became evident who the preferred child was, he began to show his frustration toward his younger brother, because Brandon was the smart one and Brandon was the good one and Brandon would be able to follow Algernon's footsteps, or that's how Paris felt anyway, and it wasn't really fair because he was the first son, they had been his parents first, he was supposed to be preferred. Brandon needed to be punished, so Paris would hurt him sometimes, when he'd come back during the holidays and realize that the more time he spent away from his parents, the more they loved Brandon and not him. It was always a game (it wasn't, but Brandon thought it was). Let's see how long you can hold your breath, Brandon. What if I had my hands around your throat, how long could you last then? How far can I twist your arm back, do you think? Let's have a breathing-under-water contest! I'll hold you down and we'll see how long you last! Hey, Brandon, do you think you could jump off the shed and land on both feet? And so on and so forth. Suffice it to say that the only thing keeping Brandon alive was the magic in his blood.

Both Emily and Algernon ignored the signs of violence; the former told herself that they were just being boys and roughhousing and the latter…well, the latter saw himself in Paris, and he couldn't honestly say he didn't like it. Of course, he never expected that his son, at thirteen years old, would come after him with a letter open after witnessing his father backhanding his mother. Apparently the maternal bond was stronger than Algernon had thought. No damage had been made (a thirteen year old was no match for him), but it became clear that Paris was neither afraid of Algernon nor did he love him like a son should love a father. He was a disappointment to him and, from that moment on, Paris seemed intent on disobeying his father and aggravating the hell out of him at every turn. In other words?

The whole family is f*cked up.

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