Post by Narcissa Black on Feb 9, 2007 14:33:42 GMT -5
Behind the Character
Contact: Poke? ... or msn man, which you already have =]
Roleplay Experience: ...tons[/sub][/ul]
Basics
Nicknames: Cissa
Age: Seventeen
Birthday: 16th March
Year: Seventh
House: Slytherin[/sub][/ul]
Physical
If you can say one thing for definite about the youngest Black sister Narcissa, it would be that she has inherited the trademark Black family good looks. Maybe not exactly in the same way as most of her relatives [What with having brilliant blonde hair and all], but she defiantly has the looks. Even some of the Gryffindor’s that hat her guts, have to admit that she is a rather attractive young lady, and well boy does she know it. Though nor only does she know, it she knows how to flaunt it, that is when she wants to of course.
One of Narcissa’s more flattering features, would defiantly be her hair, which cascades past her shoulder on it’s way to her hips, and un-like her mothers Druella and sisters for that matter, it is naturally a brilliant blonde colour, and straight. Narcissa loves her hair, and is constantly putting it up, then taking it back down, playing with it, pushing it out of her eyes, and then flattening it back down. Which of course annoys the heck out of everyone! Not that they say anything, as she does have a rather venous tongue hidden under behind her innocent mask.
The next thing people tend to notice after her hair, is her height, and for a girl she is rather tall. For Narcissa stands at about 5'7, and so towers above most of her friends. Not only dose she have this tall figure, but it is also rather slender, and can often resemble an overgrown weed. Although nobody dare tell her this, for fear of her sharp tongue.
Though she did not inherit her mother hair colour, she did in-fact receive her facial features. They are both so similar, it is quite uncanny. They share the same soft and oval shaped face, with a rather pale skin tone, that makes them appear as if they have not seen sunlight in a while.
There is one distinctive feature that she does not show off. This feature is located on her the upper part of her right arm. Some consider it to be a birth mark, however Narcissa is not sure, for it takes a rather unusual shape of a spade, nothing like a normal birth. Actually it looks nothing like a birth, to her it more resembles a tattoo, because of its shape.
As for the girls dress sense, it is rather shocking. As she Narcissa Black, tends to take a lot of her clothing from muggle fashion. Which is rather shocking, as she despises them immensely. But she cannot lie she loves their clothing, the colours, shapes, designers, and a whole other thing meddled in-between well they just excite her, much more than the boring curtains that her parents make her wear.
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Mental
Some people would grace one look at Narcissa, without knowing her name and personality; and come to the assumption that she is a sweet, well tempered human being. They would reach this assumption because of her delicate, dainty, flower like appearance. However they would have fallen into her trap, and she is none of these things. In-fact she is quite the opposite, and her appearance masks it well.
Though once they get past the appearance they shall find, she is your down to earth typical Slytherin, and the sorting hat agreed, for as soon as the hat touched her head, the rip opened and screamed “Slytherin.” But then again there was no doubt that she would place in that house, from an early age she fitted it perfectly. She is cunning, sly, ambitious, and most of all pure evil.
Most people would agree that the main feature of her personality, is that she is cunning and manipulative. For one way or another she gets what she wants. But she believes that that has nothing to do with being cunning or manipulative, she believes that it is just because of her position within the wizarding world, but then that is just her pompous side talking.
Narcissa is also a shameful flirt, and will be flirtatious with anyone, anywhere. Not because she is a man eater or anything, she just likes the feeling of being able to use her femininity, and looks to rap men round her little finger. However recently this part of her personality is beginning to die down, as she is beginning to develop feelings for a certain someone.
However there is a hidden part to her personality, which she shows to nobody, not even her closet friends, or her sisters for that matter. She keeps this part hidden, for fear of it ruining her reputation. This secret part of her personality is her quite, and calm side. This side likes nothing more than to sit by the fire and read. Blah Boring!
Likes:
[+] Family
[+] Friends
[+] Boys
[+] Quidditch
[+] Rain
[+] Flying
[+] Lazy mornings
Dislikes:
[-] Mess
[-] Potions, she does not have the patience for it
[-] Mud-bloods
[-] Being beaten
[-] Wizard’s Chess
[-] Bad hair days
Patronus: A swan.
Talents:
[.] She has a certain eye for fashion, but she tends not to shout about it.
[.] Being the general all round Slytherin
[.] Trophy wife?
[.] Also she is not to shabby at charms
Boggart: Failure in her families eyes.
Life Goals:
[o] Get Married
[o] Have Children
[o] Be Important
[o] Be respected
[o] Do not let anyone down[/sub][/ul]
Family
Father - Cygnus Black
Mother - Druella (Nee Rosier) Black
Siblings:
Bellatrix Lestrange - Ex - S n a k e
Andromeda Tonks - Ex - S n a k e
Personal History:
Narcissa is part of one of the most prestigious pure-blood families in the wizarding world; The Black family. Who main belief above all else is that blood should be kept pure, which is very strongly reflected in their family motto “Toujours pur ("always pure"). So naturally she took this message to heart! Well how could she not? As it was constantly drummed into her and her sisters head, by her parental unit.
Narcissa Black was born in 1955, to Cygnus and Druella [[Formally Rosier]] Black. Her parents where well suited to one another, they are both cruel at heart, carry sharp tongues, and most importantly think incredible highly of themselves [[Rather like Narcissa]]. Though even with almost symmetrical personality, it took an arranged marriage, to get the couple together. But not even that was not that simple, as Druella rebelled against the marriage. However when she was faced with the marriage, or being shunned by the family. The teenaged Druella quickly dismissed her actions as some stupid teenage faze, and ran to the arms of Cygnus. Where she has stayed ever since!
Lucky for Narcissa she was the youngest of three sisters. First was Bellatrix; born four years before her, give or take a couple of months. Then quickly followed by Andromeda, who was born the two years after that. This string of daughters greatly distressed their parents [[mainly Cygnus]], as they would have no male hire to carry on the family name. The only thing that slightly soften this blow, was that his brother Orion had, had two boys; Sirius and Regulus. [[Fat lot of use they where]]
Another thing that took away from their bitter disappointment, was that Narcissa showed a sign of magic very young. As one day her father refused to teach her how to fly, because she was to young, she turned his hair a bright pink. Though he showed no signs of being proud of what had just happened, what with shouting at her and sending her to her room, he was positively beaming inside.
When Narcissa got the letter from Hogwarts she could care-less about it. All she saw of it was the address, before she tossed it to the house-elf, and told it to go and get her school books. For as far as she had herd from her older sister Bellatrix, Hogwarts was not all it was cracked up to be, and full of Muggle scum.[/sub][/ul]
Other
Hearing a noise to her left the brunet awoke without fuss, as the clock next to her flashed 11:30. It was no surprise to her that she sat there crossed legged with her covers pushed back. Sophia was a light-sleep and a noise however small it was, could awake her before you could say ‘Quidditch.’ Naturally it did not bode well when she slept in a room with four other girls with in close proximity to her, noise was inevitable. Though in her many years at the school had learnt to deal with inconvenience, and could fall back to sleep within seconds. Tonight however was different, and as the second ticked pass Sophia did not try to gain back the sleep that had been ripped from her. Instead she hopped lightly from bed, dressed only in her pyjamas and headed for the door.
Taking her first few steps up the staircase to the common room, she realised that it might have been wise to pick up a jumper, or maybe place some sort of footwear or sock on her feet to protect them from cold stone flooring. “I won’t need them” she reassured herself under her breath, crossing her arms over her chest trying to bring some little bit of warmth to her upper body, as goose pimples ran up her legs. Soon the touch of her skin against the cold stone staircase became slower colder until she could no longer bear to keep her pace slow, and slowly began to jog up the last steps not caring about the noise she was making to her housemates who where trying to sleep.
Not caring about the stares she was already received from the noise and the slight squeaks she had made while running up the stairs. Sophia continued them on into the common room, until she leaped triumphantly onto the sofa where a second later she collapsed slightly out of breath. Not that she cared so much, her feet where recovering by the fire, and her nose had found it way into a book. But once more as time ticked swiftly by Sophia found herself alone in the common room, with only her rumbling belly to comfort her, and a sicken feeling in her tummy. "I suppose it is off to the kitchens with me" she sighed looking down at her tummy.
Lucky for the girl the corridor was short, and somebody was clever enough to leave the door slightly ajar, so there was not tickling pear nonsense for her. Jumping around from one foot to the other, for a couple of seconds after she had entered the warmth of the kitchen, her blue eyes feel upon a glorious sight. "Food" she whispered in a zombie like fashion, walking towards it as if she was slowly getting pulled by a rope. Sadly as her mouth arrived at the plate it appeared that it was disappearing in-front of her bed-ridden eyes.
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Contact: Poke? ... or msn man, which you already have =]
Roleplay Experience: ...tons[/sub][/ul]
Basics
Nicknames: Cissa
Age: Seventeen
Birthday: 16th March
Year: Seventh
House: Slytherin[/sub][/ul]
Physical
If you can say one thing for definite about the youngest Black sister Narcissa, it would be that she has inherited the trademark Black family good looks. Maybe not exactly in the same way as most of her relatives [What with having brilliant blonde hair and all], but she defiantly has the looks. Even some of the Gryffindor’s that hat her guts, have to admit that she is a rather attractive young lady, and well boy does she know it. Though nor only does she know, it she knows how to flaunt it, that is when she wants to of course.
One of Narcissa’s more flattering features, would defiantly be her hair, which cascades past her shoulder on it’s way to her hips, and un-like her mothers Druella and sisters for that matter, it is naturally a brilliant blonde colour, and straight. Narcissa loves her hair, and is constantly putting it up, then taking it back down, playing with it, pushing it out of her eyes, and then flattening it back down. Which of course annoys the heck out of everyone! Not that they say anything, as she does have a rather venous tongue hidden under behind her innocent mask.
The next thing people tend to notice after her hair, is her height, and for a girl she is rather tall. For Narcissa stands at about 5'7, and so towers above most of her friends. Not only dose she have this tall figure, but it is also rather slender, and can often resemble an overgrown weed. Although nobody dare tell her this, for fear of her sharp tongue.
Though she did not inherit her mother hair colour, she did in-fact receive her facial features. They are both so similar, it is quite uncanny. They share the same soft and oval shaped face, with a rather pale skin tone, that makes them appear as if they have not seen sunlight in a while.
There is one distinctive feature that she does not show off. This feature is located on her the upper part of her right arm. Some consider it to be a birth mark, however Narcissa is not sure, for it takes a rather unusual shape of a spade, nothing like a normal birth. Actually it looks nothing like a birth, to her it more resembles a tattoo, because of its shape.
As for the girls dress sense, it is rather shocking. As she Narcissa Black, tends to take a lot of her clothing from muggle fashion. Which is rather shocking, as she despises them immensely. But she cannot lie she loves their clothing, the colours, shapes, designers, and a whole other thing meddled in-between well they just excite her, much more than the boring curtains that her parents make her wear.
Picture:[/sub][/ul]
Mental
Some people would grace one look at Narcissa, without knowing her name and personality; and come to the assumption that she is a sweet, well tempered human being. They would reach this assumption because of her delicate, dainty, flower like appearance. However they would have fallen into her trap, and she is none of these things. In-fact she is quite the opposite, and her appearance masks it well.
Though once they get past the appearance they shall find, she is your down to earth typical Slytherin, and the sorting hat agreed, for as soon as the hat touched her head, the rip opened and screamed “Slytherin.” But then again there was no doubt that she would place in that house, from an early age she fitted it perfectly. She is cunning, sly, ambitious, and most of all pure evil.
Most people would agree that the main feature of her personality, is that she is cunning and manipulative. For one way or another she gets what she wants. But she believes that that has nothing to do with being cunning or manipulative, she believes that it is just because of her position within the wizarding world, but then that is just her pompous side talking.
Narcissa is also a shameful flirt, and will be flirtatious with anyone, anywhere. Not because she is a man eater or anything, she just likes the feeling of being able to use her femininity, and looks to rap men round her little finger. However recently this part of her personality is beginning to die down, as she is beginning to develop feelings for a certain someone.
However there is a hidden part to her personality, which she shows to nobody, not even her closet friends, or her sisters for that matter. She keeps this part hidden, for fear of it ruining her reputation. This secret part of her personality is her quite, and calm side. This side likes nothing more than to sit by the fire and read. Blah Boring!
Likes:
[+] Family
[+] Friends
[+] Boys
[+] Quidditch
[+] Rain
[+] Flying
[+] Lazy mornings
Dislikes:
[-] Mess
[-] Potions, she does not have the patience for it
[-] Mud-bloods
[-] Being beaten
[-] Wizard’s Chess
[-] Bad hair days
Patronus: A swan.
Talents:
[.] She has a certain eye for fashion, but she tends not to shout about it.
[.] Being the general all round Slytherin
[.] Trophy wife?
[.] Also she is not to shabby at charms
Boggart: Failure in her families eyes.
Life Goals:
[o] Get Married
[o] Have Children
[o] Be Important
[o] Be respected
[o] Do not let anyone down[/sub][/ul]
Family
Father - Cygnus Black
Mother - Druella (Nee Rosier) Black
Siblings:
Bellatrix Lestrange - Ex - S n a k e
Andromeda Tonks - Ex - S n a k e
Personal History:
Narcissa is part of one of the most prestigious pure-blood families in the wizarding world; The Black family. Who main belief above all else is that blood should be kept pure, which is very strongly reflected in their family motto “Toujours pur ("always pure"). So naturally she took this message to heart! Well how could she not? As it was constantly drummed into her and her sisters head, by her parental unit.
Narcissa Black was born in 1955, to Cygnus and Druella [[Formally Rosier]] Black. Her parents where well suited to one another, they are both cruel at heart, carry sharp tongues, and most importantly think incredible highly of themselves [[Rather like Narcissa]]. Though even with almost symmetrical personality, it took an arranged marriage, to get the couple together. But not even that was not that simple, as Druella rebelled against the marriage. However when she was faced with the marriage, or being shunned by the family. The teenaged Druella quickly dismissed her actions as some stupid teenage faze, and ran to the arms of Cygnus. Where she has stayed ever since!
Lucky for Narcissa she was the youngest of three sisters. First was Bellatrix; born four years before her, give or take a couple of months. Then quickly followed by Andromeda, who was born the two years after that. This string of daughters greatly distressed their parents [[mainly Cygnus]], as they would have no male hire to carry on the family name. The only thing that slightly soften this blow, was that his brother Orion had, had two boys; Sirius and Regulus. [[Fat lot of use they where]]
Another thing that took away from their bitter disappointment, was that Narcissa showed a sign of magic very young. As one day her father refused to teach her how to fly, because she was to young, she turned his hair a bright pink. Though he showed no signs of being proud of what had just happened, what with shouting at her and sending her to her room, he was positively beaming inside.
When Narcissa got the letter from Hogwarts she could care-less about it. All she saw of it was the address, before she tossed it to the house-elf, and told it to go and get her school books. For as far as she had herd from her older sister Bellatrix, Hogwarts was not all it was cracked up to be, and full of Muggle scum.[/sub][/ul]
Other
Hearing a noise to her left the brunet awoke without fuss, as the clock next to her flashed 11:30. It was no surprise to her that she sat there crossed legged with her covers pushed back. Sophia was a light-sleep and a noise however small it was, could awake her before you could say ‘Quidditch.’ Naturally it did not bode well when she slept in a room with four other girls with in close proximity to her, noise was inevitable. Though in her many years at the school had learnt to deal with inconvenience, and could fall back to sleep within seconds. Tonight however was different, and as the second ticked pass Sophia did not try to gain back the sleep that had been ripped from her. Instead she hopped lightly from bed, dressed only in her pyjamas and headed for the door.
Taking her first few steps up the staircase to the common room, she realised that it might have been wise to pick up a jumper, or maybe place some sort of footwear or sock on her feet to protect them from cold stone flooring. “I won’t need them” she reassured herself under her breath, crossing her arms over her chest trying to bring some little bit of warmth to her upper body, as goose pimples ran up her legs. Soon the touch of her skin against the cold stone staircase became slower colder until she could no longer bear to keep her pace slow, and slowly began to jog up the last steps not caring about the noise she was making to her housemates who where trying to sleep.
Not caring about the stares she was already received from the noise and the slight squeaks she had made while running up the stairs. Sophia continued them on into the common room, until she leaped triumphantly onto the sofa where a second later she collapsed slightly out of breath. Not that she cared so much, her feet where recovering by the fire, and her nose had found it way into a book. But once more as time ticked swiftly by Sophia found herself alone in the common room, with only her rumbling belly to comfort her, and a sicken feeling in her tummy. "I suppose it is off to the kitchens with me" she sighed looking down at her tummy.
Lucky for the girl the corridor was short, and somebody was clever enough to leave the door slightly ajar, so there was not tickling pear nonsense for her. Jumping around from one foot to the other, for a couple of seconds after she had entered the warmth of the kitchen, her blue eyes feel upon a glorious sight. "Food" she whispered in a zombie like fashion, walking towards it as if she was slowly getting pulled by a rope. Sadly as her mouth arrived at the plate it appeared that it was disappearing in-front of her bed-ridden eyes.
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