Post by Narcissa Black on Aug 12, 2011 17:39:17 GMT -6
narcissa evelyn black
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` full name !
narcissa evelyn black
` name meanings !
The name Narcissa is derived from Narcissus, a beautiful but vain character in Greek mythology from which the term narcissism, which refers to vanity and elitism, is derived.
` nicknames !
cissy is about all you can get away with, those who dislike her will usually go by her surname.
` gender !
female of course
` birthdate & age !
sixteen years of age, born january 18th
` school year !
currently in her sixth year
` special positions !
none
` sexuality !
hetereosexual
"Probably that you're going to be eaten by a giant marshmallow or something"
[/color][/font][/center]` hair colour and style !
cissy's hair is a light blonde, very much on the pale side, and falls in large curls to roughly her shoulder blades.
` eye colour and shape !
her eyes are of an ice blue, a darker blue rim around the edge of her iris, and of an almond shape.
` weight !
how rude to ask a lady that! well she's never weighed herself, but on estimation she'd have to say somewhere around 100lbs, probably less.
` height !
narcissa is actually rather tall and stands at approximately 5ft8
` distinguishing features !
the only distinguishing feature she has is a small scar running from just below her ear to the place where her neck meets her shoulder. it happened from a small incident when she was a child, when her parents attempted to force her into showing signs of magic and it backfired on them.
` face claim !
narcissa looks extraordinarily like candice accola
"You can't give a Dementor the old one-two!"
[/color][/font][/center]` likes !
- fellow purebloods; well she was raised by her parents that purebloods where the only appropriate people to socialise with.
- Lord Voldemort; narcissa has always embraced the ways of the Dark Lord, and is very much in agreement with his beliefs.
- Guys; well she's straight and she has a habit of flirting with attractive males..
- Dueling; oh it's always amusing to her to get herself into duels ... so long as she comes away having won.
- Power; she's a little on the power hungry side, who's to blame her?
- Status; she's somebody who enjoys being at the top and loves nothing more than looking down on the less fortunate souls.
- Attention; she'll strive to be the center of attention, though she'll never allow herself to be made a fool of of course.
- Night; she's not an early bird, she's more of a night kind of person, and sometimes she'll often go for a wander around the castle at night.
- Appreciation; well who doesn't love a bit of apprechiation every now and then?
- The Dark Arts; she's a supporter of Voldemort, of course she's interested in the dark arts.
` dislikes !
- Muggborns/blood traitors; in her mind, they're filth and she refuses to interact with them at all if possible.
- Gryffindors; just as bad as mudbloods and blood traitors, so don't expect her to make any exceptions.
- Being made a fool of; she's a proud woman, and she dislikes anyone trying to get the best of her or humiliate her..
- Early mornings; she's a lay in kinda gal.
- Charms; she believes it to be a pointless, time wasting lesson and refuses to believe it has any purpose.
- Being turned away; she enjoys attention, particulary that of attractive males, and so if she's 'rejected' by them she takes rather a dislike to it.
- Time wasters; people who think they're worth her time but really aren't infuriate her.
- Liars; oh she can be decietful alright if it's appropriate for her, but generally people who lie to her will not get on her good side.
- Her sister Andromeda; well for the obvious reason that her dear sister is in love with a muggle-born.
- Those against Lord Voldemort; she doesn't think their cause is worth anything.
` felix felicius !
- Dueling; she's become a rather decent dueler over her years at hogwarts, fueled by her passion for success and status.
- Quick Witted; she's not just a good physical fighter, she's also pretty sharp with words too .. don't engage in a verbal war with her, you'll loose.
- Empathic; perhaps it's strange to think that a slytherin can be empathic, but cissy is.. she is often able to interpret how other people are feeling from the smallest of notions from them, and if she likes them she'll act accordingly..
- Quick Thinking; she's rather good at getting herself out of troubles that perhaps her actions have gotten her into.. she's just good with words.
- Perfectionist; Cissy is someone who'll strive to get to the top, she's ambitious and she'll do her darned hardest to get up there in status and she can't help but like to get things right.. even down to dotting the i's and crossing the t's.
` dementor !
Quick possibly her worse memory is the day in which she recieved that scar on her neck. She could only have been four or five at the time of the incident but it's forever imprinted in her mind. Her parents feared that she was a squib when she showed no sign of magic in the slightest, and so her father decided to take matters into his own hands.. knowing how dangerous it was and yet doing so anyway, he caused her to have an accident down the stairs in which she hit the back of her neck against the hand rail, causing a fairely deep cut. Cissy had been too terrified to even think about trying to use magic, and so she'd gotten hurt and had the scar ever since...
` amorentia !
- Cherries
- The smell of a forest after rain; that woody, earthy, pine kind of smell.
- Men's cologne
` erised !
- Success; she's ambitious and she wants to make it to the top, so she hopes for success.
- Family; to marry a pureblood and have a family, she's young now but she'd still like to find a decent guy.
` boggart !
- Humiliation; she's always strived to be the best, to be at the top of her game and be admired, so she's afraid of being humiliated and ridiculued.
- Failure her N.E.W.Ts; sure she's a slytherin, but hey she's a slytherin who cares about making something of herself.
` patronus !
- her patronus takes the form of a tigress, showing her pride and ambition.
- her favoured memory is of the day her parents exlained everything to her... about Voldemort, his cause, the Dark Arts, about being pureblood and what it entailed, and what they expect of her.. she found it uplifting to have something to strive toward, and found her ambition.
` peeves !
- crying; cissy finds people who cry, especially at the stupidest things, incredibly infuriating.
- people who whine; she can't stand people who go on and on about how every little thing is terrible.
- Disobediance; she finds people who try to defy their parents or authoritarian figures irritaing as heck, they are nothing and therefore they shouldn't try to be something more than what they are.
- People who think they're better than her; cissy really dislikes people who think they're above her, because surely.. everyone knows they're not.
- People who chew their hair; it's a disgusting habit.
"First sign of madness, talking to your own head"
[/color][/font][/center]` wand !
10 inches, unicorn hair core, hawthorn wood
` broom !
Nimbus 1000 but she doesn't really fly.
` pet !
Barn Owl called Demetrius, only one year old.
` special ability !
Patronus charm and learning Occlumens
` side of the war !
"dark" - the winning side of course...
` blood status !
completely pureblooded
` hogwarts house !
no less than slytherin
"Dumbledore's man through and through"
[/color][/font][/center]` mother !
black (née rosier), druella, fifty three, pureblood, house wife, former slytherin
` father !
black, cygnus, fifty five, pureblood, ministry worker, former slytherin
` siblings !
black, andromeda, eighteen, pureblood, diagon alley shop employee, former slytherin
black, bellatrix, twenty , pureblood, death eater, former slytherin
` other family !
seeing as most pureblood families tend to be related in some way, there're numerous cousins and uncles and aunts and second counts and all floating around.
` important people !
nobody important enough to mention as yet...
` history !
narcissa was born the youngest of three daughters of the noble druella and crygnus black, one wintry evening janurary the 18th sixteen years ago. She'd been the last hope of her parents to have a son, but albeit it, they'd been presented with a third daughter. they for-went the usual tradition of naming her after a star or constellation, and perhaps they knew how she would turn out to be by naming her narcissa...
as a young child, cissy was rather close to her sisters, and she learnt the meaning of loyalty from a young age..along with the meaning of pureblood. she had no trouble in understanding the ideals of being pureblood, and what was expected of her by having such a title, and so strove to make her parents, and her sisters proud of her. cissy did not resent her sisters for leaving to head off to hogwarts before her, despite the hint of jelousy to her wave as she'd said goodbye to them each year until finally it was her turn.
cissy had had no doubt that she would be placed within slytherin, and therefore had felt no fear as the hat had been placed upon her head..and indeed, the call of slytherin rang out from the hats fabric mouth within seconds upon her small head. she'd always been ambitious and aimed to make the best out of her years at hogwarts, working hard in lessons to ensure she got somewhere, working hard to mustle in with the right people, get connections with other purebloods and form alliances.. not nessassarily friendships... with others she knew her parents would approve of.
cissy kept clear of muggleborns and blood traitors alike, sneering and looking down upon them, not caring for the consequences of an odd hex thrown their way here or there. she worked hard to gain a reputation in her house, to gain status, and she managed it despite the treading upon others fingers and toes to get there. when it was discovered of her middle sister's love of a muggleborn, cissy's loyalty wavered, and suddenly she found herself casting aside her own sister. there were several confused weeks in which her loyalty to her family, and her loyalty to being a pureblood and what it meant battled..before she ultimately chose status and pride over andromeda and looked to her eldest sister for direction...
"There's no need to call me sir Professor."
[/color][/font][/center]` alias !
call me clips
` age !
seventeen
` experience !
going on several years now.. three or four i think?
` characters !
none others..
` timezone !
Uhm i have no idea what its called but i'm in England so.. english time zone XD
` password !
i read the rules..then re-read them..and re-read them and i couldn't find it : S
` suggestions !
nooope i loves it!
` sample !
hey so i figured i'd try get into cissy's mind set so i just..made this fo shizzle up xD it's after the revelation about her sister falling or a muggleborn xD
Narcissa Black had waited a long time for night to fall, eyes tracing over the glorious descent of that familiar flaming orb, having left dinner early in favour of watching the sun set. She was not sentimental, the setting of the sun meant nothing to her other than the fact that it brought about her more favourable time - night - but she felt for some reason it seemed fitting to watch this evening. The end of something..wasn't that was it signified? The beginning of something else in reflection of that..yes...but under circumstances, all Cissy could think about was the ending.
Upon the sight of the suns rays tinting the dark emerald foliage of the forbidden forest a light gold, and basking the rest of the grounds within a glorious glow, Cissy tucked her long legs up, bending them at the knees to place them upon the brick of the window ledge - large enough for her slender form to fit comfortably upon - the stone of the wall pressed against her back, the cold seeping through her slytherin's robes, but she didn not mind in the slightest. She often chose this place to sit if she wished to think, it was the most secluded part of the castle she'd ever found, and whilst she loved the gloom and oppressiveness of the dungeons, there was something about the freedom of this higher perch in one of the many towers that called to her. Perhaps because the dizzy heights made it seem that her ambitions could be as endless, as open and as clear as the sky... as obtainable as one of the match-stick looking tree's withered and noble, standing guard together as a forest.
The subject of her thoughts, you might wonder, was none other than one of her sisters. Oh they had often come to mind over the years, whether it just be a passing thought, or perhaps a consideration to tell them something or send word on how things were at Hogwarts. But this was a different matter entirely...this was a consideration of .. what she was to do. Narcissa knew that in life, purebloods where above all others..there was no doubt in her mind, not even the slightest sliver...and yet...her sister had fallen for a muggleborn. It would have been..tolerable..had the boy been at least half blood..but muggleborn. No it wasn't right...it went against everything Cissy knew.
What had Andromeda been thinking?! Narcissa sighed, the sound filled with complications she couldn't hope to unravel, the breath fogged the clear of the window pane before she turned her head away from the twilight-lit scene below. Night had fallen before she'd been awear. How long had she resided upon this ledge? One hour? Two? The stiffness in her protesting legs had her considering the latter and she frowned, disliking how she'd allowed the time to whittle away on the silly thought of her middle sister...who could hardly be called sister now that she'd gone and down this, could she?
Ah again, complications. Narcissa shook her head, long blonde curls tumbling forward over her shoulders as she arose from her perch and stretched, muscles moving languidly before she relaxed, took up her bag which she'd neglected to drop off in her dorm before coming here, and slung it over her prefered right shoulder. She supposed she should be heading back for the dorm..but not before she took a long cut through her favourite parts of the castle. She was a wandering when it came to after hours, so focused and driven in what she wanted..and yet when night fell, she so often took to midnight strolls with no purpose and no sense of direction. Still, it installed a sense of relaxtion in her, the ability to let go for even a few moments, before needing to take up that control once more reading for daybreak...
" Albus Severus..you were named for the two headmasters of Hogwarts. One of them was a Slytherin and he was probably the bravest man I ever knew."
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