Post by NARCISSA VIRGA BLACK on Jan 27, 2013 14:18:08 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,440,true] seventeen, buckinghamshire, pureblooded, anachronistic character  Brought down by an old idea whose time has come; A formal introduction to the youngest girl of the Black brood is in order, I believe. Narcissa Virga Black, progeny of one of the ever Sacrosanct ‘Sacred Twenty-Eight’ . Aptly named, the petite blonde places great value on several things including appearance, presentation, posture, lineage, and etiquette. While not completely extraordinary amongst a gaggle of young-adult Slytherins and the Purebred-aristocracy, she seems to stick out like a swollen thumb amidst the crowds of muggle-fashioned students. Her clothes are conservative, her tongue sharp, and her behavior is very rarely without much thought. Everything revolves around Narcissa and what Narcissa does revolves her family line. And in the shadow of the gallows of your family tree; Blood should run thicker than it does in her opinion, but there are a few who have…regrettably been seduced away by the creatures her mother warned her about. Narcissa remembers spending Holidays amongst her cousins, her delicate fingers tracing over the enchanted tapestry littered with golden threads and miniature portraits that Aunt Walburga had requested many years before in her dowry (she had, after all, married her cousin to keep the line pure. Narcissa had pictured marrying Sirius and decided marrying one’s cousin should be like martyrdom). The ability to trace one’s lineage farther up than perhaps even her father could reach caused a swelling of pride within the young girl. It still does. There's a hundred hearts soar free; Narcissa not only holds herself at high standards, but holds everyone else to her expectations as well. Perhaps that’s the reason she has such a difficulty creating lasting, true friendships amongst her peers. A few young Slytherins have reported to feeling that they were being examined on how they ate and sipped at their drinks during meals by Miss Black, her cold blue eyes studying their every movements. To those who Narcissa approves of (or, unable to refrain from tedious emotions and genuinely enjoys the company of for no other reason than because), she is fastidiously protective of them. Downfall of such friends would surely mean downfall of Miss Black. A Minister is nothing without his congregants, for who would he preach to? Who would be there to agree with him? Pumping blood to the roots of evil to keep us young; Narcissa is apt to disagree with you just for the pleasure of doing so. She is even more likely to demoralize anyone that doesn't share her sense of righteousness, decorum, pride, and morality (which, in turn, is merely a mirror image of her mother and sister's standards). Quick-witted and sharp-tongued, Narcissa wounds egos rather eloquently before resorting to cursing. There's a special part of Narcissa's temper reserved for those who truly vex. It's shaking off halos and the memory of our sacred so and so's; Cissa’s own slightly warped opinion of love is one based off of a mixture of fairy tale romances told as a child, the idea of a marriage contract dictated by her father as many generations of Black daughters have been subjected to, and the naughty books she’s been lent by friends from less strict or less old-fashioned families. Even thinking of her guilty pleasure-books brings a flush of embarrassment to her cheeks; Narcissa Black only vaguely grasps what exactly sex is, her mother intending on keep her daughter innocent as long as humanly possibly. Narcissa longed for something overwhelming and beautiful and finds that in eighteen year old Lucius Malfoy. |
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