Post by Narcissa Black on Jun 8, 2009 7:31:16 GMT -5
Narcissa Black
Played by; Miss Mosh
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Name; Narcissa Druella Black
Blood Status; Pureblood
Age; 15
Side; Death Eater
Born; December 3rd
Job; None, as of yet
Wand; 11 inches, core of dragon heartstring, made of willow
Hair; straight, long, and blonde
Eyes; pale blue
Height; 5'4"
Nationality; English
Anything else; Her complexion is pale, as she doesn't bother to get a lot of sun, though not entirely flawless. She has a small scar on her hip due to clumsiness. Also, she has plush lips (not quite as prominent as Angelina Jolie, mind you). Narcissa, who loves to give off a good impression, is all for style. She's definitely not the type who will wear bizzare things to get people's attention, but she will certainly go to every means to look her best. She often wears casual clothes, and is very rarely seen in anything less in quality than semi-formal if not in her school uniform. She is not at all for jeans and plain clothes, but does, to an extent, consider herself classy, whether people agree with her or not.
). Narcissa, who loves to give off a good impression, is all for style. She's definitely not the type who will wear bizzare things to get people's attention, but she will certainly go to every means to look her best. She often wears casual clothes, and is very rarely seen in anything less in quality than semi-formal if not in her school uniform. She is not at all for jeans and plain clothes, but does, to an extent, consider herself classy, whether people agree with her or not. 
Family;
Parents {{ Druella and Cygnus Black
Sisters {{ Bellatrix and Andromeda
Cousins {{ Sirius and Regulus Black
Pet; A white kitten named Lexi.
History; Narcissa was born December 3, 1961, to Cygnus and Druella Black. The youngest sister of three (Bellatrix and Andromeda), she was taught the philosophy of blood purity and grew up to savor its importance to her family. When it was found that Andromeda had 'betrayed' her family and married a muggle-born, Cissa and Bellatrix ceased talking to her. Of course, Narcissa was sorted into the house of Salazar Slytherin in her first year of Hogwarts, which had made most of her family proud of her for carrying on the tradition. Her first couple of years were exciting, though it didn't take long for her to get into the habit of insulting those she thought were trivial. She often had at least one other person with her to help shun the half-bloods - sometimes it was Bellatrix, her older sister.
In her third year at the school, there had been a time that Narcissa had woken up late, which resulted in her being late for class. In her frenzy, she had hurried down the steps, which caused her to fall and shatter the crystal ball that she had, which broke against her hip. This was how she got her scar in that general area. Clumsiness, indeed. Nothing particularly intriguing happening in her fourth year, save for the constant bashings she caused Andromeda and Sirius to endure through her discriminating words.
Like's
- purebloods
- Slytherins
- chocolate
- Lexi, her kitten
- peanut butter
- violin music/playing violin
- reading fictional novels
- jewelry
- cleanliness
- veggies
Dislike's;
- halfbloods/muggleborns
- romance
- messiness
- insects/spiders
- very fattening foods
- little kids
- Andromeda and Sirius
- neon colors
Fear
- spiders
- bugs
Overall Personality;
Cissa is best known for looking down at those who are at lower rankings than her. She is a snob, and couldn't care less about what others think of her. Being a loyal Black, Narcissa takes the phrase Toujours Pur very seriously. Those who are not of pure-blood, she will not even consider wasting her time with them. A half-blood would have to do a lot in order to gain her respect. A lot. So it's been made quite clear that she isn't the easiest of people to get along with. You'd be lucky enough just to get a kind statement out of her, let alone befriend her. Only her sister (Bellatrix) and closest Slytherin friends have received that rare feeling of affection from her. This just goes to show that Narcissa is very limited to the people she cares for.
Your name; Kimmi
Years of Role playing; 8
Rp sample;
Cissa had been spending nearly all Saturday afternoon trying to contemplate over some things. As of lately, a friend of the family, Krypteria Reaper, had met with her by coincidence at Hogsmeade - something that Narcissa couldn't be too certain about being pleased with or not. Really, she knew all about Krypteria's reputation of being a Death Eater, though she was still much of a motherly figure to her. She was there for her more than her true mother was, at least, and so Cissa sometimes depended on her.
At this meeting with Krypteria Reaper, the young girl was told that she'd do well as a Death Eater. Now, she was aware that her oldest sister, Bellatrix, was aiming to join and benefit Voldemort's cause; Bella was yet another powerful influence over her. The conversation she had with Krypteria was still playing inside her head like a tape recorder. It just wouldn't leave her memory. The smooth, dark, legato words of the grown woman were so clear and memorable:
"My dear, a Black always must have a legacy. You're capable of great things, Narcissa, and I know too well that your family would be only too proud if you joined the Dark Lord."
"But what about him? I always thought of him to be quite frightening, though I've never seen him."
"He's only frightening when you step out of line. But you, my dear, are a pure-blooded Black. Such a noble bloodline, and one of pure blood always gets a little more respect from the Dark Lord than most. All you have to do is abide by his wishes."
She wanted nothing but to impress, and if joining the Death Eaters was a way to do it, then Narcissa would at least consider. She also felt it'd be a good way to take out the powerful hatred she had against those that were not worthy to study magic - those that didn't even belong in this world. It was better than standing to the side and watching the war unfold. She wanted to get involved somehow.
Staring up at the many displays behind the glass, Narcissa looked hazy. The blank hue in her blue eyes probably made it obvious that she was not focused on the many awards given to former and current students. Her mind was completely elsewhere; there was no doubt about that. Suddenly, the sound of footsteps by the door caused her to momentarily tear her gaze away from the trophy display, and she looked over to the figure that would enter the room, looking a little panicked.
Password; The Goblet of Fire With Love
