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She used to be a white witch until she was done wrong. Accidentally walking into the wrong dressing room at the church on her wedding day just to find her fiancé banging the Maid of Honor is what turned her. From then on, she only practiced the dark arts. And we're talking very dark. Her ex-fiancé woke up a few weeks later to find that he had no penis. Her ex-best friend, who would have been her Maid of Honor, found herself sewn shut in her private area, and had to have surgery to fix her back the best they could, but it was not a pretty sight, and it was not "functional".
Once she felt the satisfaction of harming her new enemies so badly, she couldn't stop. She thought about every person who ever wronged her in any way, and went after them. She cursed the ones who did the worst by her. She made sure they would never achieve any goals they set out to achieve. If they needed to make a certain amount of money to pay their bills, the curse ensured they'd always be short. If they wanted to have a child, the curse would make them sterile. And so on.
After she took care of all the people she could remember who did her dirty, she was bored, and she thirsted for more. She would set out to purposely invite trouble. When she would get into an argument with someone, she gave herself the permission to do something to harm them.
As time went out, the spells she cast on people became darker and darker, until finally, she was killing. When asked how many people she did in, she said she thinks 7, but who's counting?
She wants to try to feel better about people. She wants to believe there are good people out there who would not stab her in the back. There have been several people who betrayed her in her life, but she did not wish to speak of the others. When asked about her parents, she said they should be rotting in hell, so it is our assumption that they were also cruel to her.
Parris was born May 2, 1919 and passed May 2, 1969 (on her birthday). She lived in a tiny town close to Sydney, Australia. She had an industrial accident with her equipment that she used for making "concoctions". A fire broke out, a board fell from the ceiling and knocked her out, and she died. Her home burnt to the ground, with Parris inside.
Her vessel is porcelain, her eyes are messed up, but that's the way she likes them. Her dress is stunning!
Parris is definitely not for everyone. She still has unresolved issues, but she says she is working on it. She knows she is lonely though, and she needs companionship. If you're into the dark arts and you know how to handle Parris, you will be okay with her. If you feel drawn to her, you'll do even better.
Parris likes Pez dispensers, black feathers, black crayons or markers, tuna, pears and peaches, orange juice, cinnamon rolls and horror movies as offerings
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Update: Parris will be moved to this candle holder vessel at client's request.