Post by Parish Nyght on Aug 1, 2008 23:41:58 GMT -5
PARISH CLYTEMNESTRA NYGHT
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• Character's full name: Parish Clytemnestra Nyght
• Age: 32 years old
• Birthday: November 15
• Blood Status: Half blood
• Former House: Slytherin
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• Wand: 10 ¼ Alder, Phoenix Tail Feather, rigid
• Job: Auror
• Alliance: Neutral
• Why is your character fit for this alliance? T hough she has a personality, Parish doesn’t want to get mixed up with the war. Already, she has lost her husband and her best friend, losing her children would kill her.
• Boggart: She kills everyone she loves, and cares for
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• Likes:
..white chocolate
..summer nights
..rain
..tea
..flying
..being with her children
..her job at times
..swimming
..gardens
..reading
..tea houses
..daffodils
..warm bubble bathes
..laughter
..history
..classical muggle music
• Dislikes:
..her job at times
..smoking
..her boss
..snakes
..being bossed around
..people who don’t listen to others
..child abusers
..Death Eaters
..being interrupted
..indecisive people
..people who abuse their power
..loud music
..her hair
..people in pain
..people who complain about their problem, but don’t solve them
• Your goals, and why: Her goal is to protect her children no matter what. The reason why she wants to protect her family members is because her children are the last things of her husband William.
• Personality:
Parish has many sides to her, like most people do. The one side people normally see is her external shell. The lost of her husband has made Parish withdraw from any contact with the outer world. She is distant; some even describe her as cold. She isn’t this though; in all honesty, she just hasn’t recovered from the lost of her husband (who she lost just over eight years ago). She just can’t trust people very well due to the fact the she fears loosing another person she cares for. At work, people tend to see her always working, never resting, always on the move. People claim she is only focused on working, and does not care about anyone else, as long as she excels. Being independent tends to make Parish a bit of an outcast thus it makes it harder for her to make friends with other people, not like she cares. If they can’t like her for being herself, why would she want to be friends with them than?
The person Parish is around her close friends, and people she has worked with for a while is quiet different. She is a kind hearted person who tries to be more open with them. Around her friends, her motherly instincts take in affect. Her proactive nature is from her being overly protective of her children, whom she hides quiet well from. Parish, for being ‘coldhearted, and a workaholic,’ loves to laugh even though her friends make fun of her donkey laugh. Forgiving to a fault, and understanding like no other, Parish makes a great mother. But sometimes she has to play the father role. Being strong, never showing when she is hurt or in need of help, tends to make her friends worry and claim her to be stubborn, which Parish is. Always biting her tongue around people who show off their power, mostly those who do like her, she has gotten quiet good at not showing her true feeling towards other people. That is probably what she does best, hiding her emotions and lying to those she loves. Parish regrets being deceitful for a spilt second before lying to herself that it is better for her loved ones not to find out the truth.
There is a darker side to her smiles, and joy. A side that is hidden; even when her husband was alive, Parish kept this side to her under wraps. Parish has a killer mind, really she does. Dark, morbid, sadistic thoughts always run through her head like an open faucet; she can’t turn it off. That is the reason she works in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement; she knows how to think like them. What makes her different for many other killers are her connections to reality, and the people she loves. Her children are probably Parish’s main reason for being sane. Restraint, that is the key at least that is what she thinks, that keeps her from crosses the line of sane and insane. No one knows of these dark thoughts expect a four people, and three of them are already dead.
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• Play By: Evangeline Lilly
• Appearance:
Parish isn’t the most beautiful woman in the world, but she isn’t sore on the eyes, in any ways. She isn’t the tallest of woman with a height of five foot, five inched, but she can intimidate plenty of people with a cold stare. Parish’s weight is something she doesn’t like to talk about, with her being 144 pounds, depends on what she eats during the day. She eats like a teenager at times, Her children make fun of her for that. With her legs being slim, and the rest of her body lean and fit, she tends to fit in the athletic category. Her body has the one of the few characteristics of the Italian people; olive skin. Her olive skin keeps her from burning in the sun when she does stay outside for too long, which is normal for her to do. Her hands are calloused to do the physical work she does in the garden. Parish isn’t someone who shows off her body like she did as a teen. She walks on her toes practically all the time. There are random scars all over her body from her job that she hides under loose clothing.
Like everything about her, nothing is special. Her dark brown hair falls only short of the edge of her shoulders blades with each lock of hair a different length. Brown strains of hair flow down her back to stop just short of her shoulder blades. Most of the time, Parish keep her hair down and wavy. When she is working in the garden, or on a mission, it is pulled back into a low pony tail. Her hair is thick, which she detests. It takes more work to make it stable. Her auburn colored eyes are a tad bit narrower than most Italians, but as dark in color. Dark chocolate is what people usually think of when they look in Parish’s eyes. They seem relentless, and cold as if she has no other emotion, but anger. This isn’t true, it is just they just haven’t seen her out of work. As she walks out of work, her dark eyes lighten to an almost amber color. They are warm and comforting, just like she is to her children and friends.
Since she does not know what her parents look like, Parish is unable to compare her tan skin, and dark hair to anything, not even to a picture. She isn’t narcissistic, nor perfectionist, so her looks mean little to her. Sometimes, she would go to work in sweats and a plain t-shirt. On her neck, there is always the locket her husband gave to her on their two year anniversary. . In the locket, there are two pictures; one of her son, one of her daughter. When people meet her, there is an impassive look on her face, but is only because she is analyzing the person. After Parish understands where the person stands, she just shine you one of her soft, half smiles. Her friends tend to say that her smile is gorgeous, and her laugh is just hilarious (laughs like a donkey, okay). Maybe that is why she doesn’t laugh at the new comers laughs?
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• History:
Chester Bianchi and Mary Dale never heard of each other until after they graduated form Hogwarts. Mary was a Healer for the St. Mungo's Hospital while Chester was a new reporter for the Daily Prophet. It was by chance they met in the streets of Diagon Alley in front of The Leaky Cauldron. It wasn't love at first sight, mind you because their did butt heads a lot. But, meeting after meeting, Chester and Mary could not stop the growing feelings they had for one another. It was about four months until the two stubborn magic users started dating, and within a few more months, they were married happily, but this kind of happiness can not be longed lived for when Mary gave birth to Parish, she died a few minutes afterwards.
Chester was devastated about the death of his wife, nine months after being married. He believed he could carry on without Mary,and take care off his new born daughter by himself. So, for two years, the journalist watched after his child, and gave her all the love he could give, but day after day, little Parish reminded the widower of his wife. Chester soon came to believe that he could no longer liver without his wife, and with that thought,he placed his two year only daughter on the doorsteps of an orphanage with a very large will. That night, Chester killed himself by drowning himself in alcohol and a painless poison.
In all honesty, Parish Clytemnestra Bianchi remembers very little about her real parents. Memories before the age of two alluded her perplexed mind. As a child, she was told by the owner of the orphanage that her parents died in a boating accident, and all that was left for the child was her name, and an enormous will. Of course, Parish never got her hands on it due to the fact that she was too young to get the inheritance. So, the money and everything that should have been hers was sold, and the money was given to orphanage that was suppose to give it back to her when she reached the age of eighteen. Even till this day, Parish still does no know the whole story behind her parents’ death. But of course, the And it was in childhood that trouble began.
At the orphanage, Parish was taught the crueler side of mankind as a child. Yelling, cursing, beating; all would happen around her. From the age of two to the age of nine, she was bullied, and was picked on at the orphanage. That was when she began to get cruel. All conflict ended in violence, and most of the time, the young girl would win all of her fights. Parish was a violent child, a strong child, a sadistic child. Other children stayed away from her in fear that she would hurt them, if not kill them which was fine to her. Being alone was normal for her. It allowed Parish to gather her rage, and hatred. If she continued down the dark road of wrath, she might have turned out like Voldemort. But she did not; some people took the Italian native away from that god-awful place. The people who took her in apparently knew her parents which made the young girl angrier at the world. How could people do that to her? Know how she is, but let her suffer in that hell for seven years? The place Parish was taken was England, to a place called Godric Hollow, the place where her parents were buried.
Even at her new home, Parish was aggressive. She was never kind, nor loving towards Louis and Natalie. She was vile, cruel; always doing wrong, always yelling for that was how she grew up. The other children around the community did not wish to be around her for who would want to be friends with a monster like her? So, Parish’s childhood was very lonely, and very hateful. She took her anger out on other people in fights and brawls. Sometimes she wins, other times she would lose, it didn’t matter to her. She needed some why to release her fury. Around the age of ten, Parish met one of the most influential people in her life. While walking around her new home to see her real parents’ grave in a graveyard not to far away, she ran into a bunch of other kids playing at the park. They, of course like the rest of the kids her age, avoided her like the plague, but one boy was not afraid of her. His name was William Derek Nygth, and the most annoy person Parish ever met. He ran from his friends, followed her all the way to the graveyard, just to say “Hi, my name is Will.” He was the only person to ever say hi to her in a really long time since she was adopted by the Becket family. Her new adopted parents continuously showed the orphaned girl love, no matter how cruel and withdrawn she was.
Over the summer of her eleventh year, Parish got the letter. A letter from a school called Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Unlike many children who got the letter, the eleven year old wasn’t enthusiastic about the whole thing. Not only was she a vicious person, but now she was a freak who could do magic. Her life was slowly getting worst, and worst. So at the time she would normally start school, Parish was put on the train to Hogwarts. The trip went uneventful. No one sat around her, no one talked to her. When the sorting began, Parish had no idea what house she was going to be placed in. She looked around the dinning hall, the witch noticed many of the children from her neighborhood where there as well. She wasn’t surprised in the least; some how she already knew that the other kids were different for the over used definition of normal. When she was sorted, the hat never needed to touch her head. It just screamed out “Slytherin,” and that is what they call history.
The first five years at Hogwarts, Parish was a person not to mess with. The Dark Arts fascinated her, as did Arithmancy. Friends were a rare find for her since she was always hurting people who tried to get close to her. One of her normal bulling people was Mark Dresden, a Hufflepuff. He annoyed the heck out of her; always wanting to know what she was doing, how she was. It seemed to her that he was a glutton for punishment, so she did her best to keep the guy away from her. On the inside, the Slytherin felt abandoned. Sure she could have made friends, but the fear of being hurt or losing to one she cared about was too great. Until Parish got the power she needed to make sure nothing would happen to the people she did care about, she would remain friendless. So as the years pressed on, Parish tried to remain a solitary person, but fellow Slytherins wanted her to hang out with them. They badgered her until she finally gave into their antics. Though she was a Slytherin, she couldn’t help to be disgusted with her fellow classmates’ opinions about the world.
The day she told William about her ancestry and what she was is a day she will never forget. It was during the winter break of her fifth year at Hogwarts when she stayed with her adopted parents; it was on the day she visited her real parents’ grave at the local cemetery. Reaching the snow covered tombstones of her parents; Parish was dumbstruck at the image that lay before her. On the white covered soil, there rested the flowers she always brought, Forget-Me-Nots, on her parents resting spot. She almost started crying, no one had ever visited her parents beside her (as far as she knows), and now someone had. Upon hearing chuckling behind the fifth year, Parish spun around to be faced by William, who had his dorkish grin on his face with the same sparkling gray eyes. He explained to her that it wasn’t fair that she was the only one who talked to her parents, so he decided to stop and say hi. That day was the first time in a long time that she cried, and cried she did. It took Parish a good ten minutes to stop before telling him all her secrets. When she finished telling William all her skeleton in the cupboard, the Slytherin expected him to leave and never talk to her. But he didn’t; William just smiled before saying “I knew you were special from the moment I met you, silly.” That was when Parish knew she wanted to stay with William, be with William forever.
Sadly, Christmas ended, and Parish had to return to school. When she arrived, people began to notice something off with the once cruel human. Parish was being… nice? She was talking to people outside the Slytherin house. The withdrawn teen was more open, and to some extent, kind. She still didn’t have many friends to she would consider ‘loyal’, nor kind, but there were a few that were close. Even today, Parish considers them to be her closest friends in the world. Her last years at Hogwarts, Parish somewhat became an outcast to many Slytherins because she was less cruel than she normally was. The last three years at Hogwarts was her favorite. Not only did William’s and her relationship was growing, her non-existing group of friends became a tiny group of friends from all houses expect Gryffindor (they were always too brash for Parish’s taste). She finally became close friends with Mark Dresden which amazed everyone in the school. A Hufflepuff and a Slytherin, friends? Her connections with her fellow Slytherins began to dwindle, and soon faded because of her new relationships with other houses. Her friendship with William blossomed, and soon they began to date until they turned eighteen. Sadly, he had to leave for college. He didn’t want to the break it off, but Parish still did. It was better for him, and it would allow him to have more experiences in college, that was Parish’s thinking at least.
After graduating from Hogwarts, Parish became an Auror In-Training. Her best friend Mark was also there, hoping to make a difference in the world which didn’t surprise her at all. He was always doing the best he could. Training was hard, a lot harder than both of them thought it was going to be. But they survived the days, weeks, and months of work. All that time, William never once left Parish’s mind, and hoped that she never left his. So, Parish finally became an Auror along with some of her fellow classmates that she could somewhat stand. She was a hard worker, and placed many dark wizards in Azkaban before she reached to age of twenty. She was good, scary good in fact. The ability to analyze how a dark wizard would kill, why they would kill, who they would kill next was her alone. Mark made fun of her for that, it tended to lighten up the room for her when ever he did. At one time, Mark asked Parish out. Not wanting to ruin the friendship she had with the former Hufflepuff, she declined.
Than it happened, William was back from college visiting his parents when she was visiting her own. It was one of those awkward moments that you really don’t know what to say to the other person. It was more like a greet session than it was a catching up session. Apparently, Will never forgot about her, nor forgave her for breaking up with him for a selfless reason. It hurt her that her once best, and closest friend show her such disapproval towards her for doing what she thought was right. It hostility did not last long since they some how always ran into each other. Finally after a few weeks of see each other, they started dating again. Those where the happiest times for her; Parish’s job a going great, William and her were dating again, one of her best friends was okay with it. Everything was getting better, hell, even her personality was getting better. Then the night happened, the night when William Nygth asked Parish to be his wife, to be his forever. Of course, without missing a heart beat, Parish said yes. So, at the age of twenty two, Parish Clytemnestra Bianchi became Parish Clytemnestra Nygth.
Maximilian Nygth was born nine months to the day of Parish’s wedding, and little Aurora was on her away two years after. Little Aurora would never be held by her father, and never see him. Parish lost her husband two years into their marriage. The muggle police informed her that William died in a car accident while trying to save a young child from getting hit by a speeding, drunk car. She could remember feeling numb all over, wanting to cry but couldn’t. Her daughter would never behold, not loved by her father. It was painful, all too painful for her. She took weeks off, even months to grieve for her husband and take care of her two children. She had to play a new part; instead of being the mother, she had to play as the mother and the father, and she wasn’t good at either of them.
The lost of her husband was one of most devastating things that happened to her, but death seem to want to play with Parish a bit more, make her hurt a bit more. So, a year after the death of William, Parish had finally gotten her act of being fine down, tragedy struck once again, but this time it was one of her closest friends, Mark Dresden. They were sent on a mission to recover a missing person named Amy Golgridge. Entering the red zone or the area when the kidnapper was at, Parish and her partner were extremely cautious about the whole event. If they were to indicate that either one was here, the kidnapper would kill the girl. The night did not end well. Her partner died as well as little Amy Golgridge. In a fit of rage and mourning, Parish killed for the first time. It was out of instinct, she knew it. She could become just like the wizard she just killed if she didn’t watch it. When backup arrived, the team was shocked to see Parish cradling the lifeless body of Amy with Mark’s and the killer’s bodies with tears flowing down her face. Not only did had she lost her husband, but lost her best, and closest friends. Fellow Aurors were disgusted with her actions, and steered away from her.
During her leave from the Ministry, Parish studied like no other. Though she should have been resting, Parish worked herself harder than every before. Reading muggle books over philosophy, psychology, sociology, anything that would help her figure out why people are the way they are; why she was the way she was, why were the people she cared about dieing on her. Over the last eight years, Parish has tried to recover from the lost of two of the most important people in her life (besides her parents, and her children). Now, a darkness is coming, endangering all she has. She now has to revert back to her darker self if she is going to stop him, but the question is, can she? What side will she chose for if she doesn’t, she might lose the rest of her family.
• Roleplay Sample:
• Character's full name: Parish Clytemnestra Nyght
• Age: 32 years old
• Birthday: November 15
• Blood Status: Half blood
• Former House: Slytherin
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• Wand: 10 ¼ Alder, Phoenix Tail Feather, rigid
• Job: Auror
• Alliance: Neutral
• Why is your character fit for this alliance? T hough she has a personality, Parish doesn’t want to get mixed up with the war. Already, she has lost her husband and her best friend, losing her children would kill her.
• Boggart: She kills everyone she loves, and cares for
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• Likes:
..white chocolate
..summer nights
..rain
..tea
..flying
..being with her children
..her job at times
..swimming
..gardens
..reading
..tea houses
..daffodils
..warm bubble bathes
..laughter
..history
..classical muggle music
• Dislikes:
..her job at times
..smoking
..her boss
..snakes
..being bossed around
..people who don’t listen to others
..child abusers
..Death Eaters
..being interrupted
..indecisive people
..people who abuse their power
..loud music
..her hair
..people in pain
..people who complain about their problem, but don’t solve them
• Your goals, and why: Her goal is to protect her children no matter what. The reason why she wants to protect her family members is because her children are the last things of her husband William.
• Personality:
Parish has many sides to her, like most people do. The one side people normally see is her external shell. The lost of her husband has made Parish withdraw from any contact with the outer world. She is distant; some even describe her as cold. She isn’t this though; in all honesty, she just hasn’t recovered from the lost of her husband (who she lost just over eight years ago). She just can’t trust people very well due to the fact the she fears loosing another person she cares for. At work, people tend to see her always working, never resting, always on the move. People claim she is only focused on working, and does not care about anyone else, as long as she excels. Being independent tends to make Parish a bit of an outcast thus it makes it harder for her to make friends with other people, not like she cares. If they can’t like her for being herself, why would she want to be friends with them than?
The person Parish is around her close friends, and people she has worked with for a while is quiet different. She is a kind hearted person who tries to be more open with them. Around her friends, her motherly instincts take in affect. Her proactive nature is from her being overly protective of her children, whom she hides quiet well from. Parish, for being ‘coldhearted, and a workaholic,’ loves to laugh even though her friends make fun of her donkey laugh. Forgiving to a fault, and understanding like no other, Parish makes a great mother. But sometimes she has to play the father role. Being strong, never showing when she is hurt or in need of help, tends to make her friends worry and claim her to be stubborn, which Parish is. Always biting her tongue around people who show off their power, mostly those who do like her, she has gotten quiet good at not showing her true feeling towards other people. That is probably what she does best, hiding her emotions and lying to those she loves. Parish regrets being deceitful for a spilt second before lying to herself that it is better for her loved ones not to find out the truth.
There is a darker side to her smiles, and joy. A side that is hidden; even when her husband was alive, Parish kept this side to her under wraps. Parish has a killer mind, really she does. Dark, morbid, sadistic thoughts always run through her head like an open faucet; she can’t turn it off. That is the reason she works in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement; she knows how to think like them. What makes her different for many other killers are her connections to reality, and the people she loves. Her children are probably Parish’s main reason for being sane. Restraint, that is the key at least that is what she thinks, that keeps her from crosses the line of sane and insane. No one knows of these dark thoughts expect a four people, and three of them are already dead.
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• Play By: Evangeline Lilly
• Appearance:
Parish isn’t the most beautiful woman in the world, but she isn’t sore on the eyes, in any ways. She isn’t the tallest of woman with a height of five foot, five inched, but she can intimidate plenty of people with a cold stare. Parish’s weight is something she doesn’t like to talk about, with her being 144 pounds, depends on what she eats during the day. She eats like a teenager at times, Her children make fun of her for that. With her legs being slim, and the rest of her body lean and fit, she tends to fit in the athletic category. Her body has the one of the few characteristics of the Italian people; olive skin. Her olive skin keeps her from burning in the sun when she does stay outside for too long, which is normal for her to do. Her hands are calloused to do the physical work she does in the garden. Parish isn’t someone who shows off her body like she did as a teen. She walks on her toes practically all the time. There are random scars all over her body from her job that she hides under loose clothing.
Like everything about her, nothing is special. Her dark brown hair falls only short of the edge of her shoulders blades with each lock of hair a different length. Brown strains of hair flow down her back to stop just short of her shoulder blades. Most of the time, Parish keep her hair down and wavy. When she is working in the garden, or on a mission, it is pulled back into a low pony tail. Her hair is thick, which she detests. It takes more work to make it stable. Her auburn colored eyes are a tad bit narrower than most Italians, but as dark in color. Dark chocolate is what people usually think of when they look in Parish’s eyes. They seem relentless, and cold as if she has no other emotion, but anger. This isn’t true, it is just they just haven’t seen her out of work. As she walks out of work, her dark eyes lighten to an almost amber color. They are warm and comforting, just like she is to her children and friends.
Since she does not know what her parents look like, Parish is unable to compare her tan skin, and dark hair to anything, not even to a picture. She isn’t narcissistic, nor perfectionist, so her looks mean little to her. Sometimes, she would go to work in sweats and a plain t-shirt. On her neck, there is always the locket her husband gave to her on their two year anniversary. . In the locket, there are two pictures; one of her son, one of her daughter. When people meet her, there is an impassive look on her face, but is only because she is analyzing the person. After Parish understands where the person stands, she just shine you one of her soft, half smiles. Her friends tend to say that her smile is gorgeous, and her laugh is just hilarious (laughs like a donkey, okay). Maybe that is why she doesn’t laugh at the new comers laughs?
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• History:
Chester Bianchi and Mary Dale never heard of each other until after they graduated form Hogwarts. Mary was a Healer for the St. Mungo's Hospital while Chester was a new reporter for the Daily Prophet. It was by chance they met in the streets of Diagon Alley in front of The Leaky Cauldron. It wasn't love at first sight, mind you because their did butt heads a lot. But, meeting after meeting, Chester and Mary could not stop the growing feelings they had for one another. It was about four months until the two stubborn magic users started dating, and within a few more months, they were married happily, but this kind of happiness can not be longed lived for when Mary gave birth to Parish, she died a few minutes afterwards.
Chester was devastated about the death of his wife, nine months after being married. He believed he could carry on without Mary,and take care off his new born daughter by himself. So, for two years, the journalist watched after his child, and gave her all the love he could give, but day after day, little Parish reminded the widower of his wife. Chester soon came to believe that he could no longer liver without his wife, and with that thought,he placed his two year only daughter on the doorsteps of an orphanage with a very large will. That night, Chester killed himself by drowning himself in alcohol and a painless poison.
In all honesty, Parish Clytemnestra Bianchi remembers very little about her real parents. Memories before the age of two alluded her perplexed mind. As a child, she was told by the owner of the orphanage that her parents died in a boating accident, and all that was left for the child was her name, and an enormous will. Of course, Parish never got her hands on it due to the fact that she was too young to get the inheritance. So, the money and everything that should have been hers was sold, and the money was given to orphanage that was suppose to give it back to her when she reached the age of eighteen. Even till this day, Parish still does no know the whole story behind her parents’ death. But of course, the And it was in childhood that trouble began.
At the orphanage, Parish was taught the crueler side of mankind as a child. Yelling, cursing, beating; all would happen around her. From the age of two to the age of nine, she was bullied, and was picked on at the orphanage. That was when she began to get cruel. All conflict ended in violence, and most of the time, the young girl would win all of her fights. Parish was a violent child, a strong child, a sadistic child. Other children stayed away from her in fear that she would hurt them, if not kill them which was fine to her. Being alone was normal for her. It allowed Parish to gather her rage, and hatred. If she continued down the dark road of wrath, she might have turned out like Voldemort. But she did not; some people took the Italian native away from that god-awful place. The people who took her in apparently knew her parents which made the young girl angrier at the world. How could people do that to her? Know how she is, but let her suffer in that hell for seven years? The place Parish was taken was England, to a place called Godric Hollow, the place where her parents were buried.
Even at her new home, Parish was aggressive. She was never kind, nor loving towards Louis and Natalie. She was vile, cruel; always doing wrong, always yelling for that was how she grew up. The other children around the community did not wish to be around her for who would want to be friends with a monster like her? So, Parish’s childhood was very lonely, and very hateful. She took her anger out on other people in fights and brawls. Sometimes she wins, other times she would lose, it didn’t matter to her. She needed some why to release her fury. Around the age of ten, Parish met one of the most influential people in her life. While walking around her new home to see her real parents’ grave in a graveyard not to far away, she ran into a bunch of other kids playing at the park. They, of course like the rest of the kids her age, avoided her like the plague, but one boy was not afraid of her. His name was William Derek Nygth, and the most annoy person Parish ever met. He ran from his friends, followed her all the way to the graveyard, just to say “Hi, my name is Will.” He was the only person to ever say hi to her in a really long time since she was adopted by the Becket family. Her new adopted parents continuously showed the orphaned girl love, no matter how cruel and withdrawn she was.
Over the summer of her eleventh year, Parish got the letter. A letter from a school called Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Unlike many children who got the letter, the eleven year old wasn’t enthusiastic about the whole thing. Not only was she a vicious person, but now she was a freak who could do magic. Her life was slowly getting worst, and worst. So at the time she would normally start school, Parish was put on the train to Hogwarts. The trip went uneventful. No one sat around her, no one talked to her. When the sorting began, Parish had no idea what house she was going to be placed in. She looked around the dinning hall, the witch noticed many of the children from her neighborhood where there as well. She wasn’t surprised in the least; some how she already knew that the other kids were different for the over used definition of normal. When she was sorted, the hat never needed to touch her head. It just screamed out “Slytherin,” and that is what they call history.
The first five years at Hogwarts, Parish was a person not to mess with. The Dark Arts fascinated her, as did Arithmancy. Friends were a rare find for her since she was always hurting people who tried to get close to her. One of her normal bulling people was Mark Dresden, a Hufflepuff. He annoyed the heck out of her; always wanting to know what she was doing, how she was. It seemed to her that he was a glutton for punishment, so she did her best to keep the guy away from her. On the inside, the Slytherin felt abandoned. Sure she could have made friends, but the fear of being hurt or losing to one she cared about was too great. Until Parish got the power she needed to make sure nothing would happen to the people she did care about, she would remain friendless. So as the years pressed on, Parish tried to remain a solitary person, but fellow Slytherins wanted her to hang out with them. They badgered her until she finally gave into their antics. Though she was a Slytherin, she couldn’t help to be disgusted with her fellow classmates’ opinions about the world.
The day she told William about her ancestry and what she was is a day she will never forget. It was during the winter break of her fifth year at Hogwarts when she stayed with her adopted parents; it was on the day she visited her real parents’ grave at the local cemetery. Reaching the snow covered tombstones of her parents; Parish was dumbstruck at the image that lay before her. On the white covered soil, there rested the flowers she always brought, Forget-Me-Nots, on her parents resting spot. She almost started crying, no one had ever visited her parents beside her (as far as she knows), and now someone had. Upon hearing chuckling behind the fifth year, Parish spun around to be faced by William, who had his dorkish grin on his face with the same sparkling gray eyes. He explained to her that it wasn’t fair that she was the only one who talked to her parents, so he decided to stop and say hi. That day was the first time in a long time that she cried, and cried she did. It took Parish a good ten minutes to stop before telling him all her secrets. When she finished telling William all her skeleton in the cupboard, the Slytherin expected him to leave and never talk to her. But he didn’t; William just smiled before saying “I knew you were special from the moment I met you, silly.” That was when Parish knew she wanted to stay with William, be with William forever.
Sadly, Christmas ended, and Parish had to return to school. When she arrived, people began to notice something off with the once cruel human. Parish was being… nice? She was talking to people outside the Slytherin house. The withdrawn teen was more open, and to some extent, kind. She still didn’t have many friends to she would consider ‘loyal’, nor kind, but there were a few that were close. Even today, Parish considers them to be her closest friends in the world. Her last years at Hogwarts, Parish somewhat became an outcast to many Slytherins because she was less cruel than she normally was. The last three years at Hogwarts was her favorite. Not only did William’s and her relationship was growing, her non-existing group of friends became a tiny group of friends from all houses expect Gryffindor (they were always too brash for Parish’s taste). She finally became close friends with Mark Dresden which amazed everyone in the school. A Hufflepuff and a Slytherin, friends? Her connections with her fellow Slytherins began to dwindle, and soon faded because of her new relationships with other houses. Her friendship with William blossomed, and soon they began to date until they turned eighteen. Sadly, he had to leave for college. He didn’t want to the break it off, but Parish still did. It was better for him, and it would allow him to have more experiences in college, that was Parish’s thinking at least.
After graduating from Hogwarts, Parish became an Auror In-Training. Her best friend Mark was also there, hoping to make a difference in the world which didn’t surprise her at all. He was always doing the best he could. Training was hard, a lot harder than both of them thought it was going to be. But they survived the days, weeks, and months of work. All that time, William never once left Parish’s mind, and hoped that she never left his. So, Parish finally became an Auror along with some of her fellow classmates that she could somewhat stand. She was a hard worker, and placed many dark wizards in Azkaban before she reached to age of twenty. She was good, scary good in fact. The ability to analyze how a dark wizard would kill, why they would kill, who they would kill next was her alone. Mark made fun of her for that, it tended to lighten up the room for her when ever he did. At one time, Mark asked Parish out. Not wanting to ruin the friendship she had with the former Hufflepuff, she declined.
Than it happened, William was back from college visiting his parents when she was visiting her own. It was one of those awkward moments that you really don’t know what to say to the other person. It was more like a greet session than it was a catching up session. Apparently, Will never forgot about her, nor forgave her for breaking up with him for a selfless reason. It hurt her that her once best, and closest friend show her such disapproval towards her for doing what she thought was right. It hostility did not last long since they some how always ran into each other. Finally after a few weeks of see each other, they started dating again. Those where the happiest times for her; Parish’s job a going great, William and her were dating again, one of her best friends was okay with it. Everything was getting better, hell, even her personality was getting better. Then the night happened, the night when William Nygth asked Parish to be his wife, to be his forever. Of course, without missing a heart beat, Parish said yes. So, at the age of twenty two, Parish Clytemnestra Bianchi became Parish Clytemnestra Nygth.
Maximilian Nygth was born nine months to the day of Parish’s wedding, and little Aurora was on her away two years after. Little Aurora would never be held by her father, and never see him. Parish lost her husband two years into their marriage. The muggle police informed her that William died in a car accident while trying to save a young child from getting hit by a speeding, drunk car. She could remember feeling numb all over, wanting to cry but couldn’t. Her daughter would never behold, not loved by her father. It was painful, all too painful for her. She took weeks off, even months to grieve for her husband and take care of her two children. She had to play a new part; instead of being the mother, she had to play as the mother and the father, and she wasn’t good at either of them.
The lost of her husband was one of most devastating things that happened to her, but death seem to want to play with Parish a bit more, make her hurt a bit more. So, a year after the death of William, Parish had finally gotten her act of being fine down, tragedy struck once again, but this time it was one of her closest friends, Mark Dresden. They were sent on a mission to recover a missing person named Amy Golgridge. Entering the red zone or the area when the kidnapper was at, Parish and her partner were extremely cautious about the whole event. If they were to indicate that either one was here, the kidnapper would kill the girl. The night did not end well. Her partner died as well as little Amy Golgridge. In a fit of rage and mourning, Parish killed for the first time. It was out of instinct, she knew it. She could become just like the wizard she just killed if she didn’t watch it. When backup arrived, the team was shocked to see Parish cradling the lifeless body of Amy with Mark’s and the killer’s bodies with tears flowing down her face. Not only did had she lost her husband, but lost her best, and closest friends. Fellow Aurors were disgusted with her actions, and steered away from her.
During her leave from the Ministry, Parish studied like no other. Though she should have been resting, Parish worked herself harder than every before. Reading muggle books over philosophy, psychology, sociology, anything that would help her figure out why people are the way they are; why she was the way she was, why were the people she cared about dieing on her. Over the last eight years, Parish has tried to recover from the lost of two of the most important people in her life (besides her parents, and her children). Now, a darkness is coming, endangering all she has. She now has to revert back to her darker self if she is going to stop him, but the question is, can she? What side will she chose for if she doesn’t, she might lose the rest of her family.
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Her stopped beating for a split second as her connection broke with the young thestral. It seemed that the two outcast had company since that was probably the reason the disfigured colt took its white eyes off of her. The creature shuffled backwards from the kneeling Hufflepuff. Its hooves stammer froward for a moment before staggering back towards the other two thestral. How timid these creatures creatures were; even though many people at this school could see these magnificent beast, the dragon horses were still as cautious as ever. Her glowing smile shifted into a dismal smile she tried to keep on face. Anika pitied these creatures for misinformed people are disgusted with them. The myth of thestrals being a sign of misfortune is extremely wrong, form what the Head Girl had observed through out the years (with the help of Hagrid, of course).
The seventh year turned her head to the side where she heard a whisper. Amber eye widened at the sight beside her. To her amazement, the newest and definitely one of the most interesting professors was kneeling next to Anika with caution. It seemed that the Cuban immigrant (not meant to insult anyone) had not seen these grand creatures before. Another drop of blood dripped from the New York strip of meat to the leave covered ground. The brown haired giggle quietly at the teacher's reaction to those creatures. So, there were actually a tiny group of people who could see the thestrals, but they rarely came down to greet, and understand them, only her and Hagrid did. To her disappointment when the auburn eyed teen came down to realize that her normal companion was not in his hut.
Anika opened her mouth to explain the origins of these thestrals, but she heard an American feminine accent come from behind her. A short laugh burst from her mouth as the person explained the thestrals. Professor Fawcetta always knew something about everything it seemed to the Hufflepuff. The ground's tiny pebbles dug themselves into her knees, but she didn't stand. It puzzled her that Professor Fawcetta didn't know about the new Charms professor Professor Sanchez. The Head of Hufflepuff originally came to Hogwarts for the Charms positions, did she not? Her brown hair twirled around her head at the fake shame of her Head of House. Sometimes, she wondered how Ms. Fawcetta passed her N.E.W.T.s and O.W.L.s. She was so childish, but Anika loved her reluctantly.
Anika turned her attention back the colt thestral, which seemed to have edged itself to her again. Gently, the meat holding teen leaned forward to be balanced out by the hand that did not grasp the meal for the anorexic horse by laying it on the multi-colored floor of the forest. She stretched her body out a farther out, as well as her hand. She probably looked quiet unusual in that position. The hideous, black winged colt awkwardly stumbled to Anika once again at the smell of blood. Knowing the creature would never come into reach of her with its timid attitude, as best as she could, the Hufflepuff tossed the meat at the thestral. Within a blink of an eye, it was on it like flies to a piece of moldy cheese. That was an awful comparison, but it was the best she could think of at the moment.
With grace, Anike crunch herself together, and pushed herself up. Standing, she readjust her skirt and fixed her muddled mess on her head, its real name was called hair. "Hello Professor Fawcetta," Anika greeted her blond, large hair teacher with a grateful smile. "I can not believe you have not met the new Charms teacher. If you allow me to be so bold, this is Mrs. Maria Sanchez. She just recently got here to Hogwarts." Being her normal, kind hearted self, she felt a little bad introducing Mrs. Sanchez instead of letting her introduce herself.
A thought appeared in her head as she continued to smile at the newest faculty member of Hogwarts. "So, you can see the thestrals, miss?" Anika meekly asked. Questions began to pop in the role model girl's head about who the woman saw die. Not many people could say that they saw a person die right in front of them, but Anika could, in some sense. She was, technically, the reason her only mother die.
The seventh year turned her head to the side where she heard a whisper. Amber eye widened at the sight beside her. To her amazement, the newest and definitely one of the most interesting professors was kneeling next to Anika with caution. It seemed that the Cuban immigrant (not meant to insult anyone) had not seen these grand creatures before. Another drop of blood dripped from the New York strip of meat to the leave covered ground. The brown haired giggle quietly at the teacher's reaction to those creatures. So, there were actually a tiny group of people who could see the thestrals, but they rarely came down to greet, and understand them, only her and Hagrid did. To her disappointment when the auburn eyed teen came down to realize that her normal companion was not in his hut.
Anika opened her mouth to explain the origins of these thestrals, but she heard an American feminine accent come from behind her. A short laugh burst from her mouth as the person explained the thestrals. Professor Fawcetta always knew something about everything it seemed to the Hufflepuff. The ground's tiny pebbles dug themselves into her knees, but she didn't stand. It puzzled her that Professor Fawcetta didn't know about the new Charms professor Professor Sanchez. The Head of Hufflepuff originally came to Hogwarts for the Charms positions, did she not? Her brown hair twirled around her head at the fake shame of her Head of House. Sometimes, she wondered how Ms. Fawcetta passed her N.E.W.T.s and O.W.L.s. She was so childish, but Anika loved her reluctantly.
Anika turned her attention back the colt thestral, which seemed to have edged itself to her again. Gently, the meat holding teen leaned forward to be balanced out by the hand that did not grasp the meal for the anorexic horse by laying it on the multi-colored floor of the forest. She stretched her body out a farther out, as well as her hand. She probably looked quiet unusual in that position. The hideous, black winged colt awkwardly stumbled to Anika once again at the smell of blood. Knowing the creature would never come into reach of her with its timid attitude, as best as she could, the Hufflepuff tossed the meat at the thestral. Within a blink of an eye, it was on it like flies to a piece of moldy cheese. That was an awful comparison, but it was the best she could think of at the moment.
With grace, Anike crunch herself together, and pushed herself up. Standing, she readjust her skirt and fixed her muddled mess on her head, its real name was called hair. "Hello Professor Fawcetta," Anika greeted her blond, large hair teacher with a grateful smile. "I can not believe you have not met the new Charms teacher. If you allow me to be so bold, this is Mrs. Maria Sanchez. She just recently got here to Hogwarts." Being her normal, kind hearted self, she felt a little bad introducing Mrs. Sanchez instead of letting her introduce herself.
A thought appeared in her head as she continued to smile at the newest faculty member of Hogwarts. "So, you can see the thestrals, miss?" Anika meekly asked. Questions began to pop in the role model girl's head about who the woman saw die. Not many people could say that they saw a person die right in front of them, but Anika could, in some sense. She was, technically, the reason her only mother die.
