Diarmaid, Parker

[parker diarmaid]

PARKER ALICE DIARMAID

Name:Parker Alice Diarmaid (Pronounced: DEER-mid)
Nicknames/Aliases: Alice
Age: 17
Date of Birth: June 20th, 1960
Blood Status:Unknown
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Eye Color:Brown
Physical Description: A scrawny, lanky guy, Parker hunches his six foot frame down into a five foot, ten inch stature. His hatred of mornings usually leaves his face unshaved. This, along with his scruffy appearance and quiet disposition makes him somewhat of a sore thumb in the Ravenclaw house.
Original/Canon: Original
Play By: Clement Louis

Likes: Stories. Books. Eggs. Butterbeer. Tea. Charms. Herbology. Sleeping in. Hufflepuffs. Alone time. Baking.
Dislikes: Slytherins. Divinations. Quidditch. Sweets. Cakes. Pies. Know-it-alls. Confrontation. Christmas. Birthdays. The dungeons. Being trapped inside.
Fears: Losing someone dear. Disappointing people.
Hobbies/Activities: Baking. Writing. Gardening.
House/Desired House (if original): Ravenclaw
Patronus: None

General Personality: Parker is the student who you see almost daily and have probably never spoken to. He generally keeps to himself especially in the company of Ravenclaws and Slytherins. To the few that he considers friends, Parker is a caring guy who isn't afraid to speak his mind. He's not one to beat around the bush but that's not because he's brash. He was just raised to believe that if he was going to say something, he should just say it and he doesn't really understand why people would do otherwise. He may appear to be a lone wolf but he just doesn't trust you yet. And he would rather be friendless than fake.

Parents: Unknown
Siblings: One brother. Details unknown.
Extended Family: Unknown
Best Buds: A few of the Hufflepuffs.
Worst Enemies: None in particular.

Brief History: (I apologize for the length. I couldn't stop!)
Parker grew up in an orphanage, being shrugged aside by all the adopting couples looking to take home a bundle of joy, not a sickly looking five-year-old. The only person who could pass for a friend or parental figure was Mrs. Rosalie, the old lady who lived next to the orphanage.
Being the only consistent guest of the orphanage, she took a liking to him and would ask to borrow him on Sunday afternoons. He would help to keep her wild garden somewhat tamed while she told him wild stories of her younger days. Parker could never tell if her fantastic stories were true but he was happy to listen either way. They would spend hours making up stories of their own. Fantastical stories with monsters and heroes in disguise. They would also bake together. They would make pies and cakes and then he would bring them back for the orphanage since neither he, nor Mrs. Rosalie ate them. She, because of health reasons, he because he wanted to be like her. Mrs. Rosalie eventually opened her garden to the orphanage as a sort of extended park for the children to play in. She would watch them all from her back porch and laugh. Parker was the only child she allowed to sit up on the porch with her, the two of them as thick as thieves.
This continued until the summer after Parker's eleventh birthday. He received a letter from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry informing him that he was accepted to attend that September. The letter was, in fact, delivered to Mrs. Rosalie's house and the two of them discussed this most fantastical turn. Mrs. Rosalie insisted that he go and insisted on paying for all his school needs. Parker, however, was hesitant to go. Mrs. Rosalie was aging before his very eyes and he didn't dare leave her, let alone take her money.
In the end he did. He wrote her every week from Hogwarts and she would always write back, asking a million questions. He couldn't wait to visit her over Christmas holiday and tell her stories like she had once told him. When he finally returned to the place he grew up, there was a police car outside Mrs. Rosalie's home…
She had passed away. Mrs. Rosalie had died while asleep in her armchair, waiting for Parker to return home. She had left everything to him. She had written that it wasn't much but he had been the best son she could have ever hoped for. It was at that time Parker Alice was told that Mrs. Rosalie had mortgaged her home to pay for his schooling. She had nothing. All her possessions were to be auctioned off to pay off her debt.
Abandoned and penniless, Parker wrote to Dumbledore and asked if he could return to Hogwarts early. Dumbledore agreed and the two met upon his return. Parker asked the headmaster to allow him to stay at Hogwarts year round but Dumbledore said that such an arrangement was not possible. There was a solution, however. Dumbledore would wave the third year Hogsmeade rule if Parker could find employment in the village. He would be allowed to work on weekends where students were visiting and as regularly as he'd like during holidays.
Parker found work at Madame Puddifoot's Tea Shop and after working through the Spring she offered a room above the shop for him to live. She was an eccentric woman to say the least but she had a heart of gold and Parker was forever grateful. This special treatment isolated him from the other Ravenclaws. They didn't think it was fair that he could go to Hogsmeade as a first year, even if it was to work.
Now in his sixth year, things have taken another strange turn.  Just before returning to school, Parker received a small parcel from the orphanage. The letter explained that the orphanage was being closed an the entire block was being leveled for a mall. They found this box in the attic and thought he should have them.
In the parcel was a small cigar box containing a handful of letters destroyed by water damage and three old photographs. The first was  picture of a baby crawling across a patch of grass. On the back was written in waterlogged ink "Parker's first crawl." the second picture was hard to make out through the distortion but I looked like another photo containing him as a baby.
The last made Parker's every fiber freeze as though it had been petrified through magic. The photo in his hand was the same baby Parker in a young woman's arm. In her other arm was another little boy. The other boy looked maybe a year or two older. In watery letters on the back, the words "my beloved boys" could be seen.
So many questions riddle the Ravenclaw's mind but there's no one to ask them to.

RP Sample:
It had been a difficult day of the worst kind. Potions in the morning with the Slytherins meant he sat alone in a corner and tried to focus on his work while students at the next table called him Alice and threw newt eyes at him. He didn't mind being called Alice, Mrs. Rosalie always had. He just hated the way they said it, like it was a vulgar word that would get them detention. The rest of the day crawled by as the rain outside the castle pounded every window with the force of a whomping willow.
He had spent the evening quite alone as everyone was down at the Quidditch match. No one was back yet and he decided to turn in early before the screaming crowd returned. Laying in his four poster bed, Parker looked over at the picture on his night stand and stared into the eyes of his mysterious baby brother. The closet of questions in his mind slowly opened and the questions began to spill out once again, flying around his brain.
Turning over violently, Parker fixed his eyes on the stone wall, trying to will the questions away. If he let that closet open now, he'd never get to sleep.


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