BLACK, narcissa virga

[NARCISSA VIRGA BLACK]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 600px; border-left: 10px solid #c0b0a1;] Welcome to your site young blood NARCISSA VIRGA BLACK [/style] [style=font-family:times; font-size:10; letter-spacing: 6px; line-height: 2px color:#c0b0a1; text-transform:uppercase; font-style: italic; ] you're a wizard, harry nicknames: Cissy, Cissa, Ciss, Black. date of birth: April 30th. age: Seventeen. gender: Female. sexual orientation: Heterosexual, certainly. occupation: Student. bloodstatus: Purebred-blooded financial status: Well-off, if not one of the wealthier families in Wizarding Britain. year: Approaching her Seventh and final year. house: Slytherin. wand: Fourteen inches, made of Elm, and contains the heartstring of an Antipodean Opaley dragon. For her seventeenth birthday, Narcissa's parents presented her with an elaborate handle for the wand, complete with small pearls embedded in the grip and various goblin-made precious metals for resilience. allegiance: Patriarchal. canon: yes. Tell Us a little about how you look height: 5'5" weight: 115 LBs. hair: Narcissa's hair, despite rumors elsewise (often perpetuated by a certain eldest cousin), is naturally a pale-not-quite-honey blonde. Other rumors regarding her hair to immediately dismiss at the moment include but are not limited to: it is not proof of her mother's supposed infidelity (though, rather, passed down from grandmother Magdalene Rosier) and nor is it merely a glamour charm (which is almost as equally insulting as her lineage). eyes: Her eyes are a pale blue, the color of a spring sky about to drown into a black-iris eclipse. distinguishing features: Narcissa has a small, heart-shaped birthmark on the inner crux of her left arm. She has the smallest scar through her right eyebrow due to a childhood accident. intended face claim: Evan Rachel Wood overall: Her curves, or lack thereof, are also more akin to that of a child's plaything. Narcissa is small hipped and small breasted, with dips in her sides that may be tangible (if she'd ever permit anyone such a liberty) but they're not quite visible to the casual observer to her clothed form. Narcissa would describe her taste in clothing as classic and chaste. Others call it conservative or even outdated (though that particular slur against her taste in fashion comes from denim-clad muggle borns with little comprehension of wizarding fashion). She prefers pale pastels, creams, whites, light grey, and the occasional black skirt or accent accessory beneath her robes. Even when donning her uniform, Narcissa accentuates and accessorizes in her usual particular fashion (garters, expensive stockings, and cashmere sweaters). She enjoys soft fabrics and began imploring her mother for a custom, opulent school wardrobe not long after starting her first year. As for shoes, Narcissa is rarely in flats, preferring the extra –occasionally painful- height other shoes allow her. In complete opposition to the usual dark, sultry look usually inherited by the Black children Narcissa can be described as pale; Pale skin, pale hair, and pale grey eyes. Even her clothing is not exactly flashy or deep. She prefers to the terms fae and porcelain to describe her tones and features. Her appearance is of the utmost importance to her and she spends a great deal of her time concerned with her hairstyle and choice of garment. While not the floor-length dresses of her mother's wardrobe, it is most certainly a reflection of her well-to-do upbringing. Her looks also come from the Rosier side, it's assumed, as she had one pale grandmother. and then a little about yourself likes: "I could give you a list a mile long of things I like and want, and I'd be pleased to do nothing but talk about what you can do to please me. I like soft materials, especially silk. There's just something so very sensual and luxurious about silk. My family and my wealth and standing come next on this list; blood is thicker than wine and when your blood entitles you to everything you have now and will have you can't help but be grateful. I like holding and attending parties, but more importantly, I like being the center of attention at these parties. Do you know what else is pretty smashing? Men. Especially blond men. Being a lady I'm not too blatant about my adoration of the male figure, but I'm allowed to appreciate it inwardly and with peers, am I not? I like warm weather and picnics. I also enjoy shopping and dancing. I prefer a large, lavish meal to little snacks throughout the day. I adore hot chocolate and earl grey tea." dislikes: "Dislikes are just as easy to come by for me. I could, and will complain endlessly if something displeases me until it's removed. I dislike any form of vulgarity; either in appearance, attitude, or speech. I'm a lady of proper breeding from an old, pure wizarding family; I don't want to be witness to such disgusting animalistic behaviors. I don't like participating in sports, but I do like watching them some of the time. I abhor flying, but it's most just because of a completely grounded and real fear of it. You strap yourself to a broom and let it take you who knows how high into the sky! Did you ever think what could happen if you fell? No. I'd rather keep both of my feet firmly on the ground after what happened the last time someone forced me onto their broom. I hate not being the focus and being pampered, along with having no one or nothing to entertain me. I'm judgmental and look firmly down upon whores, blood traitors, half breeds, and mudbloods. I don't think twice about people that believe they're above me. I dislike the color brown, unless it's paired with a lovely shade of teal. I hate shellfish and foreign food. I cannot stand cold toast, redheaded boys, certain relatives for certain reason, macaroni and cheese, orange juice, lemon juice in open wounds, or back pain." strengths: "My most obvious strength would be my beauty. It astounds, distracts, lures, and works to my advantage in every single way possible. My father could never resist a small pout, so easily formed upon my lips. Other men, I've discovered, are even less immune. The swish of my hair, the subtle movement of my body against theirs', and the brush of a hand against their flesh gets me whatever I want. And best of all, it leads men to think I'm dull-witted. Hah! You never, ever, ever trust a woman who uses her looks to get what she wants. There's always quick wit and a rapier like tongue readying itself behind her barricade of white pearly teeth. I'm profoundly socially skilled, knowing just what to say and when to murmur it. That ties right into my vocabulary's strength (though that does become strained the more flustered I become). On my side I also battle the world with a family fortune, connections, and alliances the Minister of Magic himself would die for. I'm a wonderful hostess, using all of the above skills to become proficient at party-throwing. Oh, and I have quite a hand at healing charms." weaknesses: "I strongly dislike any mention of my imperfections; one does not wish to align themselves with an imperfect mess, now do they? I have at terrible temper, let loose with almost minimal coaxing. Usually one of my sisters is involved, truth be told, or another girl who believes she is of my standing yet cannot be called even remotely a comrade or peer. I see red and lash out- though only verbally. A lady never raises her hand (nor tells when her man raises one to her). Despite believing myself thoroughly modern, I find myself clinging to traditional values- and roles of man. I cannot imagine a future where I would be responsible for myself. I've gotten bitten quite nastily for this subservience, my hopes and dreams never accounted for much in my father's eyes. I only hope my husband will never forget that I am a real person with my own needs. I'm terribly rotten at potions and transfiguration- embarrassingly so. I have little hold for alcohol. I'm a bit pretentious and more than a bit vain. But don't I have good reason to be so? I have a weakness for blond men, puppies, and babies. I suffered from a a rather serious Doxy bite as a small girl. Not knowing just what bit me, I was more than a little late- days even- in taking the antidote. I was bedridden for quite some time and then confined to a wheel chair. While I was let out of her tutoring sessions, I wasn't permitted to run about or play for fear I might collapse. I have had a weak immune system ever since. When I am ever sick my parents fear there might be another relapse because Doxy venom never truly leaves your system if you don't clear it out right away with the antidote. The dust from Doxy skin and stray eggs can cause flu-like symptoms." boggart: "Flying with Lucius, just once, I suppose. And then this terrible feeling of plummeting through the air because he's dropped me and the ground comes at me at an alarming rate..." erised: "I see myself and Lucius, several years older. I've got a little girl, bundled in a pink blanket in my arms and another boy clinging to my skirts. We're all smiling like crazy and everything is wonderful." overall personality: Many believe Narcissa's personality to be straightforward and simple, however it can be classified only as a product of her environment. She was raised in a luxurious and defined household. Most would claim she became quickly adjusted to her wealth, but there was no adjusting. She was raised not knowing that anything outside of her world existed.When she was old enough to handle it, her father and mother preached what would become the fundamental of her life from that point onward; if you were not pureblood, you were nothing but a blasphemous street urchin. The thought was preached and ingrained into the open mind of Narcissa Black, and stuck with her through most of her life. However, though her childhood was strict and she was raised to follow certain procedures that were expected of her, she grew up to expect and receive the best of everything from clothing to friends. She respected and 'loved’ her parents, and when they were sure she would never disrespect them or harm their social standing, they 'loved' her in return. When it was her father’s will for her to begin to look for an upstanding husband, Narcissa let herself fall in love with one, Lucius Malfoy. The patriarchal household had its other effects on Narcissa, creating a woman who was obedient to the male gender. Far less outgoing in either sense than both of her sisters, she follows her father's beliefs blindly. While Lucius has informed her of his plans now that he's graduated Hogwarts, she would support them without such information because he is to be her husband. Narcissa is self absorbed, turning her head to only care for her sister and mind her father. The only person who truly garners her compassion is her lifelong friend, confident, and intended. Her breeding has gotten her far, her looks even farther. She is fully aware that she won her standing into today's society. However, she's changed from who she was before. Child no longer, Narcissa feels a new, important chapter of her life approaching. She has a short temper, and most of those close to her will tell you to avoid her when she gets into one of her 'moods'. Her temper is even shorter with dealing with the kind of people she can’t stand. Rejection is also something that hurts her quite deeply; for she really has been denied so few times she doesn't know how to cope. history your family and such parents: Cygnus Black, Druella Black (neé Rosier). siblings: Bellatrix Black, Andromeda Black. pets: Echo, a small white cat purchased for her sixteenth birthday by Lucius Malfoy. overall history: I was born on April 30th. I was my father’s last hope for a male heir; three daughters were enough to handle, thank you very much. I was the youngest, of course, and had the third lightest hair. My mother and father were both sure it would darken as I got older, to match the hue of both their own and my sisters’ locks. It never did. I was christened a few weeks afterwards, I’d been too frail to leave the nursery earlier than that. My first name, for the first time in generations, was not a remotely related to a constellation. Unlike the good, star-like names of Andromeda, Bellatrix, my father Orion, and both cousins born after me, I was given a name solely derived from a myth. Narcissus believed himself to be such perfection he treated those around him like scum. The gods cursed him something fierce, and he became enthralled with his own reflection and perished gazing upon it. My father instructed that I should be name for someone that was clearly so self-righteous and self centered as I; I had dictated my own birth, being born two months too early and as frail as a baby bird, had I not? He still tells me I was already preening in infanthood. My second name was one my mother suggested. Perhaps she just wanted to give me any constellation name that would work; Merlin knew she wanted her girls to fit in with the Blacks- they’re a selective bunch who don’t even take too kindly to those who married in. Perhaps she had some foresight and saw the little lady I’d become. Maybe she liked the ring to it. No matter, they changed the male endings to something more suitable for me, a blonde daughter, and I was dubbed Narcissa Virga. I spent most of my childhood in the nursery, like most other well bred children. It was a large room with three large bassinets, toddler-sized beds, porcelain dolls, stuffed unicorns and nifflers, caged birds that hummed different scales, child sized tables and chairs, minature tea sets, boxes of toffee, and any other thing someone could dream up for three girls and their boy cousins who were prone to visits. All of the girls stayed in the child paradise until they received their Hogwarts letter and then their own set of rooms. I won’t deny it, I spent most of my childhood tailing after my sisters and pulling them into playing with me. Sometimes it ended violently, sometimes I got my way. When Bella left, Andi played with me more often. Perhaps she understood that I needed attention. It must be said, before I go on, that I come from a pureblood house hold. I was raised with a firm set of beliefs that included our blood superiority. Dirty bloods, filthy bloods, half breeds, and mudbloods were below us and the scum of the wizarding world. However, being very much locked away as a child, I’d really just been parroting the ideals back without any firsthand experience with the lot. It was shocking to find, even on the ride to Hogwarts, that they were just a largely stupid lot. The mudblood girls wore pants and the like, they couldn’t comprehend any of even the most basic stories I’d been told in the nursery. A few didn’t even know what the houses were. I’d been following Andi, until that point, but quickly sought out Bella. Her group of friends was made up of those who’d been raised much like us, and with values like us. I was sorted into Slytherin and my classes came and went; some went well while others did not. It was an awkward period for me, I’ll admit it. That age, until a young woman starts to really mature, is an unhappy time. I wasn’t the social butterfly I was now; that took prompting from my eldest sister. As I grew older, landmarkingly around my fourth year Christmas holiday, I began noticing how easy it all was; to smile and be pleasing, to dress right and to impress. It wasn’t until I really started gaining that reputation for perfection that I realized just how some girls acted. I couldn't possibly let myself stoop to that level of debauchery to find a male. I was a lady. But I could notice men and let men notice me. I became available to those boys interested dating and courting, letting men take me to Hogsmeade and write little love sonnets.. It’s making me test my boundaries in a way that’s almost exciting. And isn’t that what being a young woman is about, being exciting? Lucius Malfoy had long been a playmate, one who often obliged me as child and sat through lukewarm tea and overly frosted cupcakes. He was the first male I really noticed- the one that made my stomach flutter as if I'd swallowed a handful of baby pixies. He asked me on a date the January before I turned fifteen. We dated until the end of his Seventh year. He was the only person I encountered at Hogwarts that soothed my foul moods and held me just the right way (and the only person I willingly could sit through recollections of the day with a real smile). He proposed, and I'll only tell you how if you ask me nicely, the most romantic of ways. We write every evening and when I've been particularly good, he visits me in Hogsmeade. Eagerly looking to the summer for parties, being away from the humdrum of muggles that Hogwarts has become I had not intended on waking up in the Ministry of Magic shortly after my holiday began. I certainly hadn't intended on waking up to this situation. Needless to say, I am less than thrilled. now for the person behind the character alias: Kat age: 19 experience: 10 years, plz. where'd you find us?: It's a mystery. anything to add?: Negative, nope. lastly the roleplay sample One foot on the experience of brewing a successful batch of Amortentia. Narcissa stared down at her agenda with a rather defined scowl. She’d put the assignment off all weekend thinking Professor Cadmus would force her to do the exam again. But he hadn’t; he’d thoroughly melted her with a birthday surprise but she must have done something correctly for him to change the exam into a few assignments…ones he had let her do perched in his lap and asking questions that would quickly give her the answers. Perhaps if every piece of homework, classwork, and exam was like that she’d be passing potions with flying colors. But she wasn’t. And this whole being the teacher’s pet (if that wasn’t an apt name for her, then she didn’t know what was) suddenly had rather annoying downslide. She hadn’t brewed a successful batch of the love potion. She’d brewed a batch of some sort of flesh-eating liquid. She bit her lip and pulled the quill out from under Echo, her newly received white kitten. She had plopped her fluffy white body on top of it when the other kitten she’d received had decided he wanted it all for himself. Nemesis (the black one) had then fallen from the table and begun destroyed the common room furniture. Echo had taken a nap. But when Narcissa took the quill away she stretched and disappeared as, it seemed, was her usual fashion. It was the free period after dinner and before potions. Because of the transfers there were classes that went after dinner besides Astrology now. Some days it was quite painful to sit through a lecture when all she wanted to do was be curled up reading a magazine. Others, like today, it seemed rather brilliant. She wasn’t going to think so, more than likely, when a certain teacher went to grade these essays. She waited until the last possible minute before scribbling I found that brewing a successful batch of Amortentia was a waste of my time. beneath her header. She rolled up the piece of parchment, stuck it into her bag, and then darted of to the potions classroom. Everyone deposited their scrolls into a basket to be graded by the Professor while groups of two or three brewed small batches of blood replenishing potion. Narcissa’s partner was a rather skilled potential potion’s mistress who was rather happy to do the whole thing while Narcissa skimmed through a catalog. The girl both took enjoyment in doing the whole thing herself and was rather aware that if Narcissa was even permitted to stir the liquid that they might be in for a defective potion and a failing grade. The blonde hadn’t had time to window shop for herself because she’d been so busy perusing men’s catalogs for the perfect thank you gift. Nor had Narcissa had the time to replace her potion’s text…again. It seemed as if this was the perfect partnership. She crossed her legs and circled a few things with her self-inking quill, even daring herself to admire the lingerie section that the store offered. Her heart raced after a few moments and she kept looking around to see if Phineas was behind her. It would be better, she finally decided, to admire that section in the privacy of her own room. No one would even see lingerie on her, she reasoned. But then again, half the fun of naughty underwear was wearing it and having it be your own little secret. When the bell rung there was a clamoring in the room as everyone brought up their little phials (because most of the class had been done for five or ten minutes by now and was sitting in silence for fear of angering the Professor) and shifted around to get their essays. Narcissa, however, folded the page on her catalog and slowly tucked it into her bag. She did the same with the rest of her belongings, making sure to wipe her quill clean on her partner’s sweater. She even cleaned the work station with a quick sweep of her wand. What a good partner she was. She slid her bag’s strap over her shoulder and made her way up to the group of students standing around Professor Cadmus’ desk. She was aware of the whispering between peers and the sound as her heals clicked against the stone floor. Everyone was excited about the masquerade tomorrow evening. I was all that was worth talking about. And then she was suddenly aware of another familiar sound…one that wasn’t a desk drawer being pulled out (though she did register that in her mind, happy that the throng of students would soon be out of her way). It was a meow. The noise was almost indignant sounding. Narcissa pulled the flap on her bag open, rooting around her bag hoping that her cat had crawled in there. She couldn’t find her. Narcissa’s eyes went wide and her heart began to race. After Phineas’ not so subtle rejection for her presence the previous night she didn’t want another chastisement about the feline. She had sincerely thought he’d liked the kitten on Sunday, but the tides had seemed to quickly turn away from her. She bent down, looking under the desks and benches as she bit her ruby red lip. 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