Post by hannanana89 on May 22, 2012 10:28:55 GMT -5
Narcissa Rose Malfoy
"and the heart is hard to translate, it has a language of its own"
"and the heart is hard to translate, it has a language of its own"
Birth Certificate
Name: Narcissa Rose Malfoy (née Black); "Cissy"
Birthdate: January 8th, 1955
Age: 20
Year: Slytherin alumni
Job: None
Blood: Pureblood
At First Glance
Hair color: Blonde
Eye color: Blue
Height: 5'9"
Distinguishing features: Her smile
Desired Play-By: Jessica Stam
Description: Narcissa looks quite out of place in the Black family. She has blonde hair, whilst everyone else has dark hair; and she has blue, whilst everyone has brown. She's a spitting image of her mother. However, that's where the differences end. Narcissa is tall, a feature that comes from the Black side of her family. She's also willowy, which comes from her father's side as well. Her cheekbones are high. Her hair is generally straight, though she doesn't mind curling it every now and then. Narcissa has thin arms and thin legs, and also a small chest. She doesn't have much fat or muscle to her.
Tell Me More
Likes: Lucius, being married, shopping, flirting, make-up, galas, gossip/ing, getting her way, cuddling, dancing, being doted on, her sisters (including Andromeda, but sh!)
Dislikes: Being alone, getting older, being cold, losing arguments, people thinking she's just a pretty face, being referred to as a 'trophy wife', blood traitors, muggles, arguments, her family being threatened
Habits/Quirks: 1) She'll forget to eat most days, especially when Lucius is away on 'business'.
2) Her fingernails and toenails always have to be painted.
3) When she's nervous or anxious, she'll play with her wedding bands - twisting them around, pulling them off and putting them back on, etc.
4) She pretends everything is okay when it's not.
Strengths: Manipulation, fantastic secret-keeper, protective
Weaknesses: Lucius, very critical of others and herself, children, sweets
Overall Personality: (i wrote it from her POV; hope that's okay!)
“Being born into the Black family is not luck; it’s a privilege. The family is well-known in the wizarding world (not only to purebloods) and is also highly influential. Members of the Black family are held to certain expectations and if those aren’t reached… it not only disgraces you, but it disgraces the entire family. I am no exception to that rule, no matter how spoilt I was by my father and my mother. As a child, my intelligence was challenged daily. Just because I was spoilt didn’t mean I was soft or daft. Anyone who knows me well will say that I’m very bright. I enjoy conversations on mostly anything, including politics. I didn’t take my upbringing for granted; I was honored to have born into such a family. I always aim to make a good impression on people the first time meeting them. Perfectionism is key… at least in my life. I have to not only do my best, but I have to be the best as well.
Some of our family members, however, were not so thrilled with our family and what we stood for. My cousin, Sirius, and my sister, Andromeda, were just two of them. Sirius was the only one of us sorted into Gryffindor and was the opposite of the heir my aunt and uncle thought he was. I never got on with him, so it’s safe to say that I’m indifferent to his antics. I think he’s rather childish. My sister, on the other hand, embarrassed our family as if it were her mission in life. She married a muggle-born. Obviously, she was disowned. When she first left, I was miserable… devastated, really. I grew angry with her after some time. However, I still can’t help but to love her. She’s my sister. I’ll love her no matter what. I may not approve of the decisions my sisters make in their lives, but it doesn’t mean I’ll hate them. (Of course, regarding Andromeda, I would never admit that to anyone but myself. In fact, I almost admire her for taking such a leap.)
I had always been a guarded child, never trusting people right away. This hit its peak after Andromeda left. I lost trust in mostly everyone closest to me, save for Bellatrix and Lucius and perhaps my parents. I didn’t want to put my faith into someone who would only, in turn, betray me. I had already been dubbed the ‘ice queen’; it wasn’t uncommon for the mass to call me anything from aristocratic to egotistical and sometimes worse. That may have a persona for outsiders, people I didn’t know or whom I didn’t trust. But I like to think that, to my loved ones (few and far between), I come off as kind and caring and maybe even nurturing. I am so highly protective. As I keep saying, there are few people I love and trust in this world; I find myself very protective of them. (For example, if I see another woman appraising Lucius, I have to let her know that she’s – excuse me for saying such a thing – ‘barking up the wrong tree’.)
One thing that isn’t uncommon for me is to implode. As in, my feelings. As a little girl (and even as a teenager), I was the exact opposite: I let it be known when I was upset or cross. I learned, however, that no one but yourself cares about the way you feel and so it was pointless to act those negative feelings. I pretend to deflect insults, but some of them can really get at me. The only person who’ll see any other emotion aside from exuberance is Lucius – he was always the one person I could trust without a doubt.”
Bring It Home
Father: Cygnus Black, 46, Ministry official
Mother: Druella Black (née Rosier), 46, housewife
Siblings: 1) Bellatrix Lestrange (née Black), 24, Death Eater
2) Andromeda Tonks (née Black), 22, Order supporter
Other Important People: Lucius Malfoy, 21, husband
Nymphora Tonks, 2, niece, never accepted
Ted Tonks, 22, brother-in-law, never accepted
Rodolphus Lestrange, 24, brother-in-law, Death Eater
Sirius Black, 16, cousin, Gryffindor, disowned
Regulus Black, 14, cousin, Slytherin
The Black family
The Malfoy family
Overall History: Born on January 12th, 1955, Narcissa was the last child and youngest daughter to grace Cygnus and Druella Black. As her two older sisters, Bellatrix and Andromeda, had come out with dark hair and eyes, the same was expected for their baby sister. Imagine the surprise when she was born and had blonde hair and blue eyes, resembling their mother. Druella was pleased, but there was speculation that perhaps Cygnus had been hoping for a boy. Even if that was so, he melted around his youngest daughter. Her mother babied her, giving her anything she wanted. Her father was nearly the same way and was gentler on her than he was her sisters.
Narcissa was treated very delicately as a baby and she’s still maintained some of the ‘princess mentality’. She was alert and curious as a baby; very happy, too. When she could walk and run, she tried desperately to keep up with her older sisters. But they were two to four years older and already had time to bond without Narcissa, so they didn’t particularly want to play with their sister. Around age four is when Cissy started to show her first signs of magic. By age five, she had a home tutor (as did her sisters) and was learning many new things, including how to play the piano, speak French and ballroom dance. There wasn’t much the Blacks didn’t expect of their daughters.
As Cissy got older, she did indeed become closer with both of her sisters. She found comfort in Andromeda when she was hurt and she found protection in Bellatrix when she was scared. She didn’t want to be treated any differently from them, though she was. She was seven when Bellatrix went off to Hogwarts. Cissy missed her, but she had fun with Andromeda when they weren’t being tutored. When their older sister returned home for the holidays, they both begged to see her perform some magic – and she did. The next two years passed with nothing out of the ordinary. (But let me backtrack and say that when she was four, Siruis was born. Even from the time he was a baby, they didn’t get along. Two years later, Regulus was brought into the world and Cissy got on much better with him.) After two slow years, it was Andromeda’s turn to leave for Hogwarts. And Cissy was left alone at the Black manor in Manchester.
During those two years before she left for the school herself, Cissy was turned into a girlie-girl. She was constantly out with her mother, shopping for new outfits or robes. She was spoilt much more than her sisters ever had been. Narcissa also attended tea with her mother at the houses of acquaintances. She liked the treatment she was receiving, though she didn’t let it go to her head. After two years of being the princess, it was now her turn to go to Hogwarts. She was sorted into Slytherin just like her sisters before her, something she was very proud of. She met many future Death Eaters her first night there.
Throughout her years at Hogwarts, Narcissa was a very bright witch. She took her studies seriously; she wanted to make her family proud. When she was fifteen, she even became Prefect. Around the time Narcissa turned thirteen was when she started to notice her body changing. She was developing breasts and her hips were widening. Something must have snapped in her because that was the time she became oddly obsessed over her weight. At first, Narcissa started off with dieting; cutting out foods here, refusing to eat there, etc. But once her sister Andromeda started to ask questions, Narcissa started eating again. Only this time she’d find herself on her knees in the bathroom, forcing the food out of her body. Eventually, it got easier and easier to hide, especially once her sisters had graduated.
She was always quite popular in the castle, especially with the boys. Though she was aware that she was betrothed to Lucius Malfoy, that didn’t stop her from dating other guys. Lucius was seeing other girls and Narcissa would be damned if she was meant to sit back and take it simply because she was a woman. Needless to say, her betrothed didn’t seem to mind much and suddenly seeing other boys wasn’t as fun. It then occurred to Narcissa that she actually, truly fancied Lucius. She was always nice with him and trusted him more than most people. This trust was tested when Narcissa received a piece of devastating news in her sixth year: Andromeda had left home… to marry a muggle-born. The night she found out, she sneaked into Lucius’ dorm, shaking as she told him the news. She begged to spend the night with him, looking for comfort. In the pureblood world, even at Hogwarts, the Black name was ridiculed. Sometimes directly in Narcissa’s face. Despite the fact that she was betrayed by her middle sister, Cissy still mourned. She dropped weight as if shedding skin and she became withdrawn. Never had she ever felt so alone or backstabbed. Unfortunately, as a direct result of her depression, her studies suffered. No matter how hard she tried, Narcissa could not pick herself up. The main thing that got her through the day was Lucius’ loyalty and faithfulness.
Sometime after her own graduation from Hogwarts, the young blonde witch was walking down the aisle to become Mrs. Lucius Malfoy. All of it was a blur – the planning of the wedding, the actual wedding itself and even the reception. Narcissa was buried deep in a hole and couldn’t find a way out. She was thrilled to be marrying Lucius, but everything seemed wrong after Andromeda’s departure. The honeymoon cheered her up, though – she’d needed a vacation for a long time. Slowly, Narcissa seemed to be becoming herself once again. She was gaining weight and smiling without it being forced. Of course, the fact that she was pregnant could have something to do with it. She was a little anxious since she’d only just gotten married and was so young, but it didn’t matter – her job now was to be the mother of Malfoy children. The happiness was cut short after two months, however. She’d been leaving an appointment at St. Mungo’s when she saw Andromeda and her child, a newborn. It all had been too much for the blonde to take – suddenly, the past two years and all of the pain that went with it came hurdling back at her, hitting her hard. Temporary hysteria ensued (Narcissa doesn’t even remember it.) The next thing she knew, the Healers were telling her she’d miscarried.
Defeated and feeling lifeless, it wasn’t difficult for Narcissa to slip back into her depression. She slept most days and was once again refusing to eat. She has a vague memory of her mother, begging for her to please, please get out of bed, Cissy. She’s not sure what happened, but she does remember the next memory which is Greece. She tried to enjoy it, but it took all of her energy just to get out of bed that she didn’t feel like dressing up or putting on make-up to go out. She managed to do this a few times, for Lucius’ sake, but her time was spent on the balcony of their room, wrapped in blankets and staring out blankly over the ocean. Before she knew it, Narcissa was back in her own bed at the manor in Wiltshire. And Lucius seemed to be gone. Later, she’d find out that he’d taken some job or other at the Ministry and obviously preferred to be there than at the manor with her.
At some point, Narcissa realized the selfishness of her actions. She worked harder to be a better wife and was usually out of bed to kiss Lucius goodbye on the cheek and send him to work with well-wishes. She returned to the social scene, often going out at night and enjoying herself. She likes to think that Lucius was pleased for this transformation. It's been two years since her first miscarriage and Narcissa has recently had another one. It's taken all of her effort to not break down again. She tries not to think about it, but she desperately wants to conceive a child and carry it to term. Lucius has been supportive for the second time around, though Narcissa feels like nothing but a failure to him. What if she's barren? What would happen to them then? She does her best to not think that way; she tries to look to the future, hoping that things will turn out okay.
Show Off
[at least 3 paragraphs of roleplay in character]
Narcissa slipped out of the master bed, glancing at her sleeping husband, and silently crept to towards the balcony doors. She opened them just a crack and was hit with the cold winter wind. Narcissa didn’t mind winter; it was the cold she hated the most, but she thought the season was just as beautiful as the rest with its white snow and glistening, frozen ponds. It was amazing, she thought, that something dead could be so beautiful. It hurt to breathe in the cold air, but it felt so fresh at the same time. There was nothing in the world that was quite like winter; it was definitely unique.
Christmas, as cliché as it might be, was Narcissa’s favorite holiday. The presents were nice (she wouldn’t deny that), but she also liked to be surrounded by her family and she shamelessly enjoyed Christmas music. It probably drove Lucius mad. She didn’t care so much for the food; the holidays were filled with food and wine that Narcissa couldn’t help but to regress back to her youth, eating the fattening foods minimally. This year (and for years to come), there was one other thing that made Christmas better than the rest of the year: Draco. It was his first Christmas.
Smiling at the thought of her infant son, Narcissa closed the balcony doors quietly and retreated to the front of the room, easing the door open and sliding through. She floated down the hallway to the nursery, excited to share the day with Draco. The door to the nursery was always kept open and a lamp on the far side of the room was kept on to give the small boy some comfort. He wasn’t too fussy for only being six months old; he slept through the night most times, allowing his parents peace. Narcissa stood at the side of the crib, gazing down at her sleeping son. The lamp shed just the right amount of light on him and he looked as angelic.
Narcissa reached into the crib to pick up her son. She carefully lifted him up and turned him around, resting him against her chest. “Good morning, my sweet boy,” she whispered to him, brushing his thin hair back with a hand and dropping a kiss on his head. Draco leant his head back to stare up at his mother, giving her a toothless smile, and then promptly shoved part of his hand into his mouth, gnawing on it. He had been teething for a few days now; some days, all he did was cry and Narcissa did anything she could to alleviate the uncomfortable feeling in his mouth. She smiled at him and kissed his forehead. Then she reached into his crib to grab his blanket, a bottle and his teething toy.
“You’re going to chew your hand off if you keep that up,” Narcissa scolded gently, cooing. She reached up to take Draco’s hand from his mouth and then offered him the teething toy. The baby took it willingly, holding it in his small grasp and gnawing on it to relieve the pain in his gums. Narcissa snapped her fingers, calling their house elf. When the elf appeared, she handed him the bottle. “Warm up another bottle and disinfect this one. Bring the fresh bottle to my room when it’s ready.” The house elf muttered his compliance and then disapparated out of the room. Draco stared at the space where the house elf had been, his whole body frozen. After another second, he squealed and giggled, rocking himself in his mother’s arms. He looked up at her happily, chewing on the toy again.
Narcissa smiled and turned to head out of the room. “Let’s see if we can wake up Daddy,” she told her son.
Behind The Mask
Alias: Hanna
Age: 22
Years Roleplaying: 10ish
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