Post by NARCISSA VIRGA BLACK on Nov 16, 2012 19:39:51 GMT -5
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I BEEN ROAMIN' AROUND ,
[/font]I BEEN ROAMIN' AROUND ,
always lookin' down at all i see
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NARCISSA V. BLACK[/center]
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PAINTED FACES FILL ,
[/font]PAINTED FACES FILL ,
the spaces i can't reach
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NICKNAMES: Cissa to her elder siblings and close friends, Cissy to her father, and occasionally Black by various school peers (though in the past calling ‘Black’ down the hall would turn too many heads to truly be a useful nickname).
AGE: Seventeen years old.
D.O.B.: April 30th. 1959
HOUSE: Slytherin.
ALLEGIANCE: Any actual allegiance would be decided upon by her future husband, of course.
PROFESSION: Student.
WAND TYPE: 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.
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YOU KNOW THAT I ,
[/font]YOU KNOW THAT I ,
could use somebody
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EYE COLOUR: Her eyes are a pale blue, the color of a spring sky about to drown into a black-iris eclipse.
HEIGHT: 5’5”
WEIGHT: 115 LBs.
BODY TYPE: 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.
VOICE: Relatively high, though often bored sounding. Other tones Narcissa regularly uses include annoyed and holier-than-thou.
PERSONAL STYLE: 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 Others call it conservative or even outdated (though that particular slur against her taste in fashion comes from denim-clad muggle borns with little comprehension of wizarding fashion).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.
GENERAL DESCRIPTION: 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.
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AND ALL YOU KNOW ,
[/font]AND ALL YOU KNOW ,
and how you speak
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“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.”
CHARACTER 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.”
GOALS: “To fulfill my father’s hopes and dreams for me by becoming a good wife and mother to a new generation of little pureblood children.”
BOGGART: “An elderly aunt of mine, from my mother’s side, who commandeered the nursery when I was quite young. She was very eager to, in her words, ‘produce one well-behaved young woman from this brood’. Her methods could have brought a weaker girl to the mental ward.”
PATRONUS: “When I was quite little I used to curl up in my father’s lap as he finished his work in his study. He’d let me trace over his letters with a clean quill and assist with the wax seal. The evening after I received my Hogwarts Letter I, wrapped in my father’s left arm and enveloped by his warm woodsy smell, was treated to his very favorite tea and a small bit of marzipan molded into the shape of a dragon (which was enchanted to breathe steam until I took the first bite).”
DEMENTOR: “I fell from a broom when I was seven. It had been my sister’s and I had stupidly wanted to impress several of my peers the next time they would come over. I quickly lost control and plummeted from an incredible height. I had to stay at Saint Mungo’s for a week because the broken bones had severed several nerves. The memory of that terrible stomach-heaving feeling as I feel and the noise of my body crumbling against the hard soil filling my ears haunts me to this day.”
AMORENTIA: leather, brandy, burnt wood, and vanilla.
BASIC PERSONALITY: Self-absorbed, naïve, self-righteous , classy, dutiful, gentle, influential, trusting, attentive.
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COUNTLESS LOVERS ,
[/font]COUNTLESS LOVERS ,
under cover of the streets
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MOTHER: Druella Black, neé Rosier.
BROTHER(S): n/a
SISTER(S): Bellatrix Lestrange, neé Black.
OTHER: Aunts, Uncles, Sirius and Regulus Black.
BLOOD STATUS: Pureblood.
HOMETOWN: Buckinghamshire, outside of Waddeson.
CURRENT RESIDENCE: Black Family Manor.
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I HOPE IT'S GONNA MAKE ,
[/font]I HOPE IT'S GONNA MAKE ,
you notice someone like me,
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RP EXPERIENCE: Too Long. Ten years portraying Narcissa.
HOW YOU FOUND US: An advertisement.
OTHER CHARACTERS: Not yet!
POP QUIZ! Oh gosh! I hate quizzes. It’s the time thing, you know? Never mind the surprise thing! Oh goodness…uhm, as many as you’d like, with admin permission after the first eight .
RP SAMPLE:
One foot on the experience of brewing a successful batch of Amortentia.
Narcissa stared down at her planned 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.
Narcissa stared down at her planned 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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OFF IN THE NIGHT ,
[/font]OFF IN THE NIGHT ,
while you live it up
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