KOENIG, PANDORAH ROMY

[pandorah]

Player's Name: Nymphies
Other Characters: Nopers
Contacts: PM for now is alright with me.
Random Fact: I have several PB's spanning different fandoms and age categories all for Pandorah.

Name: Pandorah Romy Koenig
Alias: Pan, Pandy, Panda
Age: 16
Birthday: December 28th 1960
Gender: Female
Blood: Pureblood
Sexual Preference: Rumors say that she is bisexual but she never confirms or denies anything.
Wand: Hornbeam, Dragon Heartstring, 13 Inches, Inflexible
Pet: A pure white Turkish Angora feline, with eyes much like her master, named Sasha.
Special Ability: Arithmancer

Year: Sixth Year
House: Ravenclaw

Best Subject: Arithmancy
Worst Subject: Transfiguration
Quidditch: No. Pandorah isn't too fond of dangling in midair on much of anything, let along a tiny stick shoved between her thighs.
Patronus: Yes. A white tiger.

Hair: Pan has inky black hair that has a decidedly blue hue to it in the right type of light. She is very fond of her hair and takes wonderful care of it and has let it grow to just past her shoulder blades now. Sometimes it is straight and sometimes wavy but always perfectly in place however she wants it.
Eyes: The Koenig female, the first one in awhile, inherited the same pale blue shade that all Koenig's seem to have. Icy, unforgiving and judgemental, they always seem to be following people and knowing what they did wrong. Framed with long black lashes and expertly manicured brows their color stands out a great deal on her otherwise pale face.
Height: Standing at six feet even in height the Ravenclaw is rather intimidating even when she isn't staring you down and judging you.
Weight: Thought it may sound like a lot, Pan weighs one hundred and fifty five pounds, in actuality it is perfect for her figure and height. As she is rather tall and very curvaceous.

Pandorah is what you would call a stone cold bitch. Often referred to as an ice queen and an absolute perfectionist. She sees absolutely nothing wrong with spending hours on end practicing spells and doing homework until she feels that it is perfect, if it is not she will go back and do it some more. This perfectionism carries over into every aspect of her life from maintaining a clean area where her bed is, to her personal appearance especially.

The outside and inside of the Ravenclaw however are a bit different. On the outside she is this cold and controlled person who rarely lets anything get to her. Yet, if you see something get to her you best not let her know, or there will be hell to pay. Inside Pandorah is a mess to put it nicely, which explains why she exerts the strictest of control over everything else that she can. One very atp word to describe the real Koenig inside of her would be Passionate. She is passionate about learning, her anger is extreme and wild and if she likes someone she can be incredibly amorous as well. The tall girl throws herself head first into everything and works herself to the bone, regardless of what it is even if it's something she does not favor.

There are still yet many layers to her personality and it would be safe to say that not many have seen them all, except for perhaps those that are closest to her. She is wild and passionate, cold and unfeeling, mean and vindictive, manipulative and bitchy. Unfortunately she also has a cruel streak a mile wide and does not give a damn about personal space or other peoples feelings, unless she cares for them which does not happen very often. There is even a small part of her that has some compassion and sweetness to it but the chances of anyone ever seeing it, or it seeing the light of day...are very slim.

Above all else however is her sheer need and addiction to learning. In a way the leggy brunette is a bit of a teachers pet, always eager for extra work. She is rarely seen without some new book or writing things. Especially numbers and calculations and trying to divine what she can from how they mesh together, add up or even oppose each other. Honestly the girl is a bit of a nerd and she has no problem with that, just don't let her hear you call her that or there will be hell to pay.

Born second in the set of twins Pandorah was the last thing that her mother saw before she passed away. The young woman keeps this with her at all times, knowing inside that she killed her mother whether anyone else believes in it or not. Raised by nannies and step-mothers, the women in her life were in and out so fast she referred to their showing up as the revolving door even at the age of six. Pan was always smart for her age but when she was younger she was lazy. Holding an acerbic tongue and quick wit even as a grade-schooler she was often in trouble with many of the adults in her life. The only two people she ever trusted at this point was her twin, Elexrian and her father whenever he was actually around.

The household was cold, emphasis on success and doing whatever was necessary to get ahead. The name was money, old money and everyone was expected to further the money. Pandorah wanted for nothing growing up. If she wanted a toy she had it, expressed interest in a candy it was hers. The only thing she was not able to receive was the love of her father. Oh, she was adored by him but he was rarely home due to his line of work. One of the most successful men in Germany he hid well what and who he really was. The only people to know, and remember were the ones who had gone to school with him ages ago. Quickly he became a force to reckon with in the business industry and that caused him to travel often and stay gone for long periods of time. He figured he could use what he knew, and the muggles did not, to get ahead and keep that way.

Pandorah was only a few years old when her father began to notice just how smart she really was. She far exceeded her twin when it come to complex problems, and logical thinking. He began to have her tested to see if she was a special child and it turned out that she was. Yet, instead of allowing her to jump grades he had her home schooled and brought in only the best of teachers. He wanted her to learn languages, and harder subjects but still keep her in line with other children of her age if possible, personality wise. He was hoping for the day that she hopefully showed some sort of magical talent. Not that he didn’t love his children but he just was not meant to be a single parent and it would be better for them all if she could go off to school somewhere else once she was of age. Teenagers would never be a good thing for him. The Slytherin man, who had married the Slytherin girl...had only wanted the children for her, otherwise he was at a loss and just not meant for such things.

Eventually the young girl grew cold, almost heartless except toward her twin. He was the only person she cared for and showcased this one night shortly after their eighth birthday party, which was spent mostly alone. Their newer step-mother was a bit of a pedophile which no one had known. She had been watching the boy twin often; since father was never home to love her. One evening the woman touched Elexrian inappropriately and the boy escaped running off to his sister. This was a major changing point in the young girls mind and personality. Where she was cold and closed off she had never been outwardly cruel or violent. Hearing what happened she waited, and planned. Two weeks after the incident the step-mother had an ‘accident’ and slipped down the marble staircase to her death. It was a convincing accident, no evidence of foul play so no one questioned it. The girl only smiled and her father was the only one to catch it. That smile never reached her pale eyes and seemed to showcase a sinister gleam.

Growing up being home schooled, and with that personality change in her, she never made many friends. The ones that she did end up meeting eventually ran off, afraid of what she was capable of or just not interested in being friends with someone who had a superiority complex. To this day the girl is still very much alone but she refuses to admit that it is also loneliness that has her being so damned frigid and cold.

Finally she began to show an aptitude for more then just simple learning. In fact she began to become interested in numbers and their meanings in a way that had so much more to do with math. For several years she would bring home books, write things down and confuse almost everyone around her with the things she was studying. She said that numerology had so much more to it then just personalities and that if you could follow them the numbers themselves could tell you anything at all. The more obsessed she became the nastier she was to the servants or anyone who touched her stuff or got in her way. So much so that some of the help began to draw straws to see who would have to deal with her this time around.

On her eleventh birthday the magical time happened during yet another harsh winter. She received a letter, and her father was there when she did. It was time, she was to be sent to Hogwarts for the upcoming school year. Normally this might thrill a young child, she already knew all about her family and their past, already knew her father wanted her to be special and she was. However the idea of being uprooted and sent so very far away was something she did not want, on top of hormones that had already began to show themselves. Pandorah had a fit that rivaled all others in all of her years. Instead of talking to her about what was bothering her or trying to find the root of the problem he told her that she was going to be attending Hogwarts whether she liked it or not. For the first time daddy got to see the monster that she could be, the demon hidden inside the young girl, the passion of her existence. She tore up her father’s study and even clawed at him, shrieking at how much he must hate her. Once he got her calm enough he told her to go pack she would be leaving in a few weeks. She never forgave him for that, for assuming that this was what she wanted.

Once she was at the foreign place, full of so many wondrous things, her temper calmed. To the shock of her family, Pandorah was pronounced a Ravenclaw. Everyone had assumed, given the majority of her family and her increasingly wild and dangerous personality that she would definitely be a Slytherin. Despite everyone's surprise she soon took the Hogwarts much like a fish out of water and her best revenge was to excell. Her father was known for doing well, for passing his classes with flying colors and pats on the back from teachers. Pandorah did better and out did him in every single class she could, sometimes taking on more classes than necessary just to do so and to further her need for knowledge.

It is now her sixth year at the magical school and she cannot wait to start things once again. Her temperament calmed more since she will no longer be home. With her cat and all her things she heads to the bus station to wait, after taking a plane to England. Alone once again, peace comes over her.

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Signed: Nymphies