NARCISSA POLARIS BLACK
DO YOU WANT TO HEAR ABOUT THE,
DEAL THAT I'M MAKING?



»» Into this night I wander,
it's morning that I dread,
Another day of knowing of
the path I fear to tread,
Oh into the sea of waking dreams
I follow without pride,
Nothing stands between us here
and I won't be denied

I'D MAKE A DEAL WITH GOD,
GET HIM TO SWAP OUR PLACES
----»» OOC SHIZZ .

----»» YOUR NAME: Elle
----»» AGE: 19
----»» GENDER: Female
----»» CONTACT INFORMATION: moralxintegrity
----»» HOW YOU FOUND US: Neopets a veeewwy long time ago
----»» DID YOU READ THE RULES: Sun is overrated. I WROTE THEM YOU FOOL. Elle is so underappreciated.
----»» ANYTHING ELSE?: Amelia Bones. Dorcas Meadows. Admin. Worship me?
----»» RP SAMPLE:

COME ON BABY, COME ON DARLING,
LET ME STEAL THIS MOMENT
----»» BASIC INFORMATION .

----»» FULL NAME: Narcissa Polaris Black
Narcissa is the feminine form of the name Narcissus of Greek mythology. Narcissus was a beautiful young demi-god who fell in love with his own reflection and starved to death.
Polaris the polar star, otherwise known as the North Star-one of the brightest in the sky, ever constant, a lodestone to the eye.
Black a Traditional English name, long-known in Wizarding history as one of the most influential families
----»» NICKNAMES: Cissa, Cissy, Cis
----»» AGE: 17
November 18, 1959
----»» HOUSE: Slytherin (You know, I was sorted before that other Black. It never really was a question of what house I would be in.)
----»» GENDER: a femme fatale
----»» BLOOD: Pure (My last name is Black, you incompetent fool. Is there even need to ask this?)
----»» ALLEGIANCE: Neither here nor there (Frankly, Lord Voldemort has the right idea. However, I have no inclination to get involved in any of it.)
----»» WAND: Eleven and 2/3 inches of rowan wood and a core of the hair of a demiguise
----»» SEXUALITY: Heterosexual (Merlin, you certainly do ask a number of utterly absurd questions!)
----»» CANON/ORIGINAL: Canon

OH COME ON ANGEL, COME ON,
LET'S EXCHANGE THE EXPERIENCE
----»» PERSONA .

----»» LIKES:
+Chocolate
+Woodsmoke
+Charms
+Silk
+Family
+Dancing
+Elegance
+Candle lit dinners
+Romanticism
+Chivalry
+Cool, foggy days
+Roses and Orchids
+Birds
+Unexpected caresses
+Wittiness
+Self reliance
+Having all eyes on her
+Delicate scents
+Well-carried arrogance
+Well prepared food
+Coyness
+Subtlety
----»» DISLIKES:
-Overly hot, harsh weather
-Greasy foods
-Defense against the dark arts
-Professor McGonagall
-Socially inept individuals
-Crude, crass, lewdness
-Touching (without asking, anyway-or without covert invitation..?)
-Being ignored
-Mudbloods
-Stern, unforgiving authority figures
-Bad wine (and food. Or, Merlin forbid, both)
-Ignorant fools who think they stand a chance
-Harsh perfumes, other funks
-Being pampered
-Brash and abrasive individuals
-Cats
-Shedding fur (be it dogs, cats, human hair. It's disgusting)
-General mess
-Callous brutes
`Unaesthetically pleasing things
-Brainless chits
----»» QUIRKS & HABITS:
`A fondness for fine wines
`Typically walks with her nose in the air
`Unlike many females, would rather walk alone (all the better to be the center of attention)
`Subtle, catty undertones in nearly everything she says
`Somewhat addicted to mirrors insofar as she cannot walk by one without looking in it
`Can be caught from time to time checking her appearance in glass windows
`Loves to go shopping for somewhat-scandalous things
`Gets extremely mulish when people try to her into something she's vehemently opposed to
`Will adapt her appearance and persona in any given situation
`Nibbles on her lower lip when in deep thought
`'Inspects' her nails when nervous
`Will cheat when losing (and on homework)
`Both adores and loathes being pampered
`Lashes out with a temper when called out on a wrongdoing
`Has a particular dislike of anything hufflepuff
----»» BOGGART:
It would come as a bit of a surprise, but Narcissa Black's boggart does not come in the form of her own beaten, mutilated body. It does not show her her own face mirrored back, except hideously ugly. There is no inkling of being disowned or being blasted off the Black Family Tree.
Instead, Narcissa Black's boggart takes the form of Bellatrix Lestrange. At first, it seems as if the formidable woman is simply sleeping. However, the eldest Black girl's eyes are open and vacant, uneasy in their stillness. Blood trickles from the corner of the woman's mouth and whatever it is that Bella is wearing (it varies day to day, the outfit that Cissa can picture her most clearly in) is torn and shredded. The classical good looks of the Black house are tainted-forever-in repose.

In retrospect, the death of Bellatrix Lestrange as Narcissa Black's greatest fear makes sense. However, to truly understand the meaning one has to take a look into the history of the Blacks. Bellatrix had always maintained herself as Cissa's protector, her confidant, the one individual who not only adored Narcissa, but seemed to love her on a deep, fundamental level. The death of Bella is the death of understanding, the death of love and the death of self. To lose Bellatrix, Narcissa Black would lose everything that she relies on to continue being herself.
----»» PATRONUS: Arctic Fox
Unusual to say in the least, that 'happy' memory with which Narcissa Black can summon her Patronus is no happy childhood thought, no reminiscing of family to draw forth an image. Instead, the picture in her head is something from the fairly recent past-not even a year and a half past. It was-unsurprisingly-at a Gala hosted by the Black Family. Only the very wealthy, the very noble and the very lucky were allotted entry into such a select gathering. Of course, such qualifications did not bode well for the youth (being that a majority of them there were first cousins to begin with-even that, Narcissa was glad to note, was a bit much when it came to arranged marriages.) and good company.
Dressed in a satin white dress that supported her curvy frame with thin straps tied behind her neck-a tantalizing glimpse of what may occur should a well-placed tug undo the whole of the elegant bow that clasped behind her neck. It would be, one could only conclude, end in disaster. Or scandal-however, sticking charms and house elves worked wonders on difficult clothing and the chance of such food for gossip was nearly nonexistent. As it were, though, the girl-dressed up to the nines like her sister and the rest of the family, had little hope of anything happening.
Of course, it seemed that whenever one expected the least out of life, they were given the most surprising results. Cissa's came in the form of a tall, blonde, elegantly dressed young man. To be strictly honest, perhaps the girl's instant reaction was to feel threatened-a man who could so showcase her own unusual golden crown was unusual, and a man who took such care in his own appearance as this one, well. It was remarkable. Of course, when the tall elegant young man made a flourishing, somewhat mocking imitation of a bow-a rose summoned into his hand and he remarked, "A rose for a Rose" any future wrong was already forgiven. (It would of course, be noted that Narcissa had known of the man-had even, a cordial removed conversation with him a time or two. Three years older than she and a year younger than Bella, the boy had existed in school to Narcissa, but by and far-he was one of those individuals labeled as 'avoid for sake of self preservation'. And yet-even second and third impressions are proved incorrect from time to time.)
Even forgiven was Lucius Malfoy's devout attempts to lure the young Narcissa Black out of the room that was filled with their parents, aunts and uncles. It could be said that the young man might have succeeded in his conquest that day, had it not been for the protective tenancies of Bellatrix Black and her inordinate fondness for her youngest sister, each and every time retrieving Cissy when she was about to step into water over her head. That evening, however, is still remembered-and still cherished.
----»» DEMENTOR:
"I don't care," Andromeda Black spit venomously.
There was something moderately hysterical about the expression in the middle Black girl's eyes. It was an emotion that rarely sat well on anyone's face and of everyone in the world, it was least expected to adorn the expressions of anyone named Black. Fear, unadulterated-and even, shame.
"Andy," Narcissa implored quietly. "Come on!" The pleadingly insistent tones were much softer than her sister's deeper alto. "Come, now! They don't ever need to know!"

And yet, fate had conspired against the blonde girl from the instant she had awoken that day. The fifteen year old girl (to Andromeda's seventeen and Bellatrix's nearly-twenty) looked frantically over her shoulder at the ominous creak of a wooden floor. When a heavy hand clapped onto her shoulder and drew her back into the faux, comforting embrace, she knew that it was the end.
Her father held her close and her mother, Druella, rushed around to stand next to the tallest of the Blacks. Narcissa, measuring in at five foot eight was four inches taller than the eldest and an inch taller than Andy. She even had two or three inches on her father, but that was rarely recognized, given that the two were not ever in close proximity to one another.

"Good girl," Druella praised (the tones, Narcissa seethed, benefiting a mutt more than a daughter). "I knew you were a Black, never you mind your looks."

"Narcissa," Andromeda gasped, staring at her youngest sister with nothing short of horror in her eyes-and the clear blue eyes that stared back were equally as mournful. It was not a set-up, Cissa begged Andy to understand. This was not supposed to happen, she prayed her older sister to understand.
"How could you!"

Bellatrix strolled up the stairs behind her parents. The eldest of the trio was already married, already involved in some wretched organization and had come into her own power. It was casually done, that the heavy-lidded eyes took in the situation, the unnaturally pale cheeks of the youngest daughter and the angry flush in everyone else's faces. Strolling leisurely up, Bella Lestrange easily knocked Cygnus Black's arm away from being wrapped around his youngest daughter. Replacing his station next to Narcissa, Bellatrix became the impossible force of nature that everyone had already long since acknowledged.
"So," the dark-velvet voice crooned maliciously. "The nest harbors a blood-traitor? Like little cousin Sirius, are you?"

"He is the only one," Andromeda Black thundered, "that I would ever claim relation to!" Wheeling around, choking on a gasp, the girl shoved her way past her family. "This viper's nest is nothing to me! You are not my family!"
Slamming towards the door, Andy Black did not see the beseeching look in Narcissa Polaris Black's eyes. Her older sister never would see the involuntary twitch of a hand, reaching to catch Andromeda's sleeve as she raged past. Stumbling as Andy caught her square in the chest with a shove by the shoulder, Narcissa regained her footing in time to see the girl leave through the door, her silhouette emblazoned into the girl's memories forever.
"I want nothing to do with this family. You can't even call this a family! None of you know how to love anyone other than yourself!"

And more than the picture that Andromeda Black framed against the backdrop of blindingly white light, her hair lit to a mild brown with the sun, the words would forever linger in Narcissa Black's mind. Was she truly unlovable? Could she truly never love? A sister's parting blow and final farewell so adeptly illustrated all of the girl's deepest insecurities and most secret fears.
----»» MIRROR OF ERISED:
Looking into the mirror, the picture that the blue-eyed girl would be simple. Standing side by side with a taller man-of course, his own features were obscured due to the nature of.. well, not quite knowing who she'd want to marry (beyond obligation, anyway) Narcissa Black appears to have aged seven or so years. No longer the insecure, uncertain teen, there in that mirror is a woman in her own right, confident and knowledgeable in what she is, and what she desires. Less noted, perhaps, would be the slim bands around the fourth finger of both figures.
A domestic picture, perhaps-but the idea that the woman may someday be let to run her own household is something that Narcissa craves. The freedom to choose her own meals, plan her own events-have the right to make a list of her own priorities, a life outside of her parents' influence is the ideal that she possesses. It is not something so very far fetched, but in that picture behind the glass warped by time, Narcissa Black's deepest desire is to grow into her own self, and be acknowledged for it.
----»» AMORTENTIA:
A rich red wine
Orchids
Rain
Shampoo and rose soap
New wood furniture
Lightly applied floral perfumes
Kitchen spices
Chocolate
Sandalwood
Expensive men's cologne
----»» SECRETS:
`Narcissa Black's best kept secret is something dastardly, utterly horrific and earth shattering. Were anyone to know the truth of the matter, she would be laughed at-ridiculed, scorned. For, you see, Narcissa Black was almost sorted into Hufflepuff. She really can't recall the details (selective memory and all) however, the truth of the matter was that the Hat didn't find her in possession of the 'killing instinct' that Slytherins had. However, for some reason that the girl never knew, the House of the Snake she found herself in, never the less.
`In her fifth year of school, Narcissa Black engaged in illicit relations with another student of questionable background. As a newly turned sixteen year old, the fifth year participated in several lascivious moments with a seventh year Ravenclaw boy. However, the true secret kept here is that she knew the boy was mostly Muggle. (He had a great-aunt who was a witch-and yes, she was certain. The girl had checked.)
`Six months after Andromeda Tonks née Black had left the household forever, Narcissa Black wrote a letter to her (never beloved) older sister, imploring her to return. However, upon receiving the script returned, unopened, from time to time, Narcissa Black will write a letter to her older sister-but never send them.
----»» STRENGTHS:
+Elegance
+Beguiling glances
+Manipulation
+Social situations
+Familial devotion
+Getting what she wants
+Charms
+Organizing a household
+Organizing social affairs
+Personal comprehension
+Hostessing
+Composure
----»» WEAKNESSES:
-Unable to be blunt
-A tendency to be what others want her to be
-Occasionally too fake, too plastic
-Too willing to change for results
-Moody and tempera mental
-People pleaser
-Fickle
-Overly manipulative
-Vanity
-Takes most things far too personally
----»» GOALS:
`Successfully establish her own household
`Never (ever) be disowned
`Marry a man as successful as the Black family
`Survive political unrest
`Keep those around her safe
`Never get caught in a wrongdoing (and in the event of getting caught-defer the blame)
`Return Andromeda Black to where she belongs
----»» FEARS:
-An incompatible arranged marriage.
-Arranged marriage to an incompetent dolt
-Arranged marriage to a fool
-Settle and say 'arranged marriage' in general
-Death of her eldest sister, Bella
-Being disowned
-Death in general
-Being discovered as a people pleaser
-Being 'everybody's darling' forever
-Losing the approval of her family
----»» OVERALL PERSONALITY:
Like most young females of seventeen years of age, Narcissa Black is nothing if not a contradiction-or, perhaps the better word would be confusing. Both a pureblood and a youngest child, the girl leans towards haughty arrogance as a second skin. It's impossible to deny her own right for it. With few people holding more esteemed lines or more ties to affluent families, the Black family tree is both extensive and rich in it's breadth and depth. Carrying that familial pride with her, Cissa is not an individual used to having to look up at others. Even teachers earn the insolent, lidded look that seems to be a specialty of the Black girls-it was Bellatrix that introduced the expression of indolent indifference, as if they really could care less. Perhaps, in many ways-it's true.

Beyond the ability imbued within her, presumably a hereditary trait, Narcissa is prone to her own softened degree of arrogance based on pride. Never one to have really experienced hardship, she had always been the girl that the rest of the world wanted to be. Everybody's golden girl -her family's pet (Barring Andromeda), the Slytherin Princess to some degree, Narcissa never had to fight tooth and claw for whatever she got. With that, a certain sense of self-entitlement has carried the girl to her current point. As a young child, Cissy had Bella looking out for her, other students and Slytherins of close enough relation to be willing to partake in any fight to defend the little student with the large, beguling blue eyes. By the time she was forced to stand on her own, Cissa had enough confidence in herself and her own abilities to handle it. Confidence is, as they say-sexy.

However, there is more to the blonde girl than simple arrogance and that cold cloak of hauteur that never seems to abandon her. Beyond that poise, the perfect hostess, the gracious conversationalist and the remarkable peer is a girl who wants others to be happy in who she is. Endlessly guilty of adapting herself to please others, it is perhaps most apparent with her family. That poised, collected girl with the perfectly modulated voice, the level glances that betray nothing of her thoughts is the girl that her family-her mother in particular-desires. It was only ever Bellatrix who realized that the little golden girl was something more than the perfect little child who was nearly the perfect child. A flaw, but something that makes the girl that much more formidable, Narcissa lands on her feet in any situation. Remarkably intuitive at reading people, she will be, for the moment, anyone that person woul d wish her to be-anything to make her way, that much easier.

One of the girl's best kept secrets is something that, perhaps shouldn't be so bad. A natural people pleaser, Narcissa Black loathes seeing individuals upset with her. It matters the most from those she constantly seeks approval from (Bellatrix, namely) but at the end of the day the girl cannot tolerate anyone's scorn. Hiding it behind a flippant mask of careless hauteur, Cissa is unable to stomach someone else thinking poorly of her, of her work or her actions. It can nearly cripple her, rendering the girl insufferably slow to act. It also means she can be horribly indecisive when it comes to stating an opinion on something. To have an opinion is to take a stance on something-which means by nature, there will be those who do not agree. It is this that she hides most avidly behind the lazy hauteur and the lidded look that is a fairer carbon copy of Bellatrix Lestrange's expressions.

Not really as innocent as the guileless blue stare would suggest, Narcissa is a master at getting what she wants. Remarkably talented at sizing up the situation she's in, with an innocent glance and a shy half-smile, Narcissa is an old hand at manipulating individuals into getting what she desires. Again, dating back to her arrogance, the girl is quite determined to get what she wants-and in many ways, would believe she is entitled to it. However, instead of things just 'happening' to fall into her lap, it would be noted that Narcissa Black carefully orchestrates the circumstances around her success. More than a Slytherin by birth and heritage, the girl has the cunning analytical mind that most of that house posess-coupled with ambition.

Also notable is the girl's penchant for jealousy. What's hers, is hers-and what she wants ought also be hers. Extremely possessive of those things considered her property, there is no room for others to 'play nice' with the blonde girl. Able to go from a generally placid easy-going girl to a raging bitch in moments, it is in her jealousy that the trigger to her temper lay. In many ways, individuals that Narcissa are jealous of are those individuals that she admires. So perhaps in a skewed way, her jealousy is her own quiet way of showing admiration-she wants those intrinsic character qualities that another person has. Likewise, those individuals that she may be jealous over are those that she loves deepest. There is no room for swayed loyalty, the girl gives her heart and soul to those select few. When they display the possibility of another life, Cissy feels usurped, threatened-discarded.

Quietly rebellious, Cissa could be accused of being passive aggressive. In the most feminine of ways, she can remain quiet when being dealt a perceived injustice at the hand of family, friend or peer. However when given the outlet or opportunity, female cattiness and pointed wit and snideness emerges in full force, completely out of the blue. Frequently one cannot connect the two episodes together-merely that the girl was being 'moody' and 'unpredictable'. In the same vein, she could be accused of blowing hot and cold. Like any female, Narcissa is acutely aware of her own femininity-however unlike a majority of them, the girl isn't afraid to use that to her own advantage. Using sex-or a definite lack thereof-Cissa can typically, adeptly manipulate most young men into acquiescence to her wishes and can intimidate a majority of young women by merit of being what they wish, to some degree, they could be.

Like any teenage girl, Narcissa Black is a tempest of unpredictable emotion. With an exterior of ice, she might even merit the nickname of the "Ice Princess". Blowing hot and cold on a whim, she has acute control of herself and the situations around her. However, very much like her peers-when her temper is lost, there is no turning back. With the stubbornness to refuse to let it go, Cissy has been known to go out of her way to make a life miserable for some poor, unsuspecting sod. It could be from something as mundane as being touched in an unacceptable manner without invitation (because heaven forbid, the girl is no angel. Whilst, perhaps, not the most sexually active of creatures, Narcissa is no prude.) or as serious as some dire insult against Family or Friend. Uncalculated, unpredictable-and utterly real beyond the glassy facade of perfection, Narcissa Black is certainly not your ordinary girl-she never was. Life had more than that for her.

UNAWARE, I'M TEARING YOU ASUNDER,
THERE IS THUNDER IN OUR HEARTS
----»» APPEARANCES .

----»» PLAY-BY: scarlett johansson.
----»» DISTINGUISHING FEATURES:
The girl has no real physical features that stand out any more than the rest (because, of course she's naturally elegant, poised and beautiful as any true pure-blood woman ought be) but Cissa does have pierced lobes.
----»» VOICE:
Remarkably difficult to label in pitch, Narcissa's voice is the epitome of feminine grace. Oftentimes one might expect the tones to belong to an older woman with years of social graces underneath her belt. Perfectly modulated, Cissa's voice doesn't express much emotion beyond an icy disdain, as if the rest of t he world was beneath her.
Of course, goaded into anger, the young woman-as with any teenaged girl-has been known to raise her voice a time or two. More frequently though, the tones simply drop into a more forceful pitch with a larger sense of urgency. A mellow alto quality, one may eventually suppose, is the voice that she has.
----»» BODY TYPE: 5'6 & 137 pounds
----»» OVERALL APPEARANCE:
From head to toe, Narcissa Polaris Black is the picture of classical beauty. As a young woman, there is nothing angular or asymmetrical about her. In happy proportion, her body simply works. On any other soul, any given body part of the girl might have looked ungainly and out of place. Yet, with Cissa-and her happy genetics, her mother frequently chimed in-everything seemed to work in happy elegance. The very definition of classical, there is something almost vaguely renaissance about the rounded cheekbones and full lips-and even more is that impression brought when surveying the rest of her frame.

Standing at a somewhat unusual height for a female, a willowy five foot six, Narcissa is certainly not the tallest female existing in Hogwarts. However, it would be noted that, in an age of petite, delicate little arm-fulls, Cissa exists a handful of inches taller than most of her female friends. And yet-the overall impression of the girl is impossible to judge by height. She is neither stout nor willowy. Instead, it seems that Narcissa exists in that happy medium between athletic leanness that many girls lament-narrow shoulders and trim hips that lend nothing to their own figure's femininity, and that other end of the spectrum, the females that look far more like doxies to be found in Nocturne Alley. Weighted down with busts and thighs, lush handfuls of flesh in any place possible, Narcissa fits in neither of those categories. Instead, in typical Black fashion-she created one of her own. With an elegant, elongated neck that might bring to mind a swan's, trim shoulders graciously support the weight of her chest, no small task. With a classically trim waist, her hips manage to flare out into opulent curves that again are gathered back in as her legs descended to the floor. A classical figure that the Renaissance painters would have loved to paint, Narcissa is certainly not the norm.

With eyes that might almost seem too large for her face, the girl's expression is typically guardedly blank. A high, aristocratic forehead blends seamlessly into her hairline, her cheeks have no definition of exposed cheekbone. The only real figure is the graceful arch, somewhat closer to the base of her eyes than typical, that then fades down into a narrower, rounded chin. Slightly jutted, that pinnacle of bone seems built for feminine expression-be it tucked up along with the snub of a nose in Pureblood hauteur or tilted slightly to the side in easy coquettishness. Full lips-perhaps in possession of somewhat more substance than her features might be able to rightfully support-complete the look of a portrait. The closer-set eyes framed with a sweep of dusky lashes give the blue-eye d stare a look of beguiling innocence, the lips so calmly curved into a collected smile-the expression that the girl knows something that the world only wishes it could understand.

Happily blessed with feminine, dainty appendages, Narcissa's slender fingers fade into a small, delicate palm and then a trim wrist and long, slender arms. There is no such thing as 'flab' in Narcissa's vocabulary (or more likely, her mother-Druella Rosier-Black's) and thus she has managed to evade the unhappy circumstance of bulging upper arms that simply sag with fat. By no means is the girl at all athletic-how unfeminine as it were, to actually sweat, but be it from happy genetics (somewhat unlikely due to the... corpulently excessive form of her mother) or simple fact that it seems as if the girl has little to no appetite. Built taller and classical to perfect proportion, Cissa has no dilemma with avoiding the hazardous 'flab' that may accompany many of the fuller-figured girls.

Perhaps the defining feature of the youngest Black girl, though-are the 'accessories', as it were. With long blonde hair (the only complaint that the girl would privately admit to her confidants was that she did so very much wish that it would be thicker) that can be styled into sleek straightness or elegant waves, pinned up into an evening style or just left loose in elegantly tousled disarray, the girl seems to very much d efy the name of 'Black'. Unlike the vast majority of her relations-Bellatrix and Andromeda, Sirius and Regulus-Narcissa is a vividly blonde young woman, hair of gleaming silvery gold one of her many vanities. With clear blue eyes that can darken or grey out according to the light, her deceptively frank gaze can adeptly hide a myriad of emotions. The one complaint beyond the abrupt narrowing of her facial structure may be found, though, in her eyes-nearly too close together with her slender brows low-set, there is something innately brooding, distinctly tempestuous about the girl's stare. Completing the appearance, her skin-not the regarded delicate ivory of many who are English by birth, there's something that's remarkably reminiscent of peaches in the pale-but not pallid-skin tone. Instead of blending into white walls, the girl seems to stand out from them, unable to help but attract notice wherever she may be.

----»» FEELINGS ON THEIR APPEARANCE:
"It goes without saying, that I am exceptionally beautiful. It may strike some as vanity to say it in such a way. Vanity it may be, but it is also the truth. Growing up in a house of aptly named Blacks, I stood out. I was that candle in the shadow, the sunlight through the storm. I was the star gleaming in the night, the moon shining its light when nothing else dared to be seen. I stood out. Perhaps it would ease your wounded sensibilities if I admitted that, for as beautiful as I may be, I am not what one would consider 'exotic'? Were my appearances not taken to an extreme (and I, for one, am glad that they were) I would simply be another mealy-mouthed English miss, washed out and faded. I am proud of the way I look. There is, at the end of the day, something very Black about me. It is in the nose and eyes, I suspect-the rest of me is very characteristically me. I stand out, and I enjoy it that way."

YOU DON'T WANT TO HURT ME,
SEE HOW DEEP THE BULLET LIES
----»» BURIED IN THE PAST .

----»» NATIONALITY:
English & French
----»» BIRTHPLACE:
Black Manor, countryside Northwest of London
----»» PARENTS:
Cygus Black, 47
Druella Black née Rosier, 45
----»» SIBLINGS:
Bellatrix Lestrange née Black
Andromeda Tonks née Black
----»» OTHER FAMILY:
(cousin) Sirius Black, 17
(cousin) Regulus Black, 16
(brother-in-law) Rodolphus Lestrange, 22
(brother-in-law...'s brother?) Rabastan Lestrange, 20
(brother-in-law) Ted Tonks, 23
(nephew) Nymphadora Tonks, infant
----»» PETS:
Whiskered Screech Owl; "Adrasteia"
----»» FULL HISTORY:
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Born the youngest child of three, Narcissa Black was everything that the rest of her family was not. Well, except for being a male. The ever-awaited male heir to the Black line did not end it's anticipation with the birth of the golden haired little angel-so unusual to the Black Genetics. With a complexion of creme and eyes the color of the summer sky, Cissa Black was not the conception of her parents' hopes. A dainty little child with a head of fair blonde hair, the girl was long treated as a doll once the initial disappointment was relieved over the fact that the girl was, in fact, not a boy. The youngest of three girls, Narcissa Black was born into a household of wealth and excess-except in love. As much as her family was able, the little blonde-headed child was adored well through her own infant years into her childhood. It would have to be noted that even her eldest sister, Bellatrix Lestrange (later noted as being one of the most unfeminine females of many mens' acquaintance), was noted for doting upon the girl.

It was in those early years that many of Narcissa Black's foundations were laid. An inordinate fondness for her elder sister, the only individual who seemed to deem it worthy of her time to cultivate a true relationship with the girl, was born all those long years ago. Whilst Cygnus and Druella Black were not cruel by any means (indeed, the little girl had anything her heart could have desired-a mini broom? An Owl? A house elf to act as Nanny and Care-taker? Anything that the girl could have imagined was hers in an instant) they were by anyone's judgment, distant individuals. The epitome of Pureblood society, Cygnus Black was reserved and aloof. Emotion had no place in his life and had little use. An incompetent to the finest degree when it came to handling the sensitivities of children, the man was more prone to ruffling the girl's hair fondly as he walked by her in the hall and left it at that. However, Narcissa Black was the only of his children to merit such treatment. Bellatrix Black he treated with an acute viciousness that Child-Cissa could never comprehend. Druella Rosier-Black was the perfect counterpart to Cygnus's cold reservations. Quiet and intelligent, the woman was the perfect picture of a Pureblood wife, deferring to her husband in most every matter. With parents as aforementioned, no one could blame the little girl for latching onto the only constant she could claim as her own.

While one might have supposed that Narcissa would have connected with Andromeda, the typical family dynamics would have to be discarded. Whilst middle children would normally have been classified as mediators, it was Andromeda that was truly the odd-man-out when it came to the three young girls. With two years between every child, it was Andromeda who 'stole' the attention from Bellatrix all hose years ago, and it was Andromeda's dark good looks that were such a mirror for Bella's. In every way, it seemed that the eldest two daughters were a mirror image of each other, but for personality. It was when Narcissa was born that Bellatrix had her outlet. It was Narcissa, by the age of four, that had been taken under the vivacious girl's wing. Four years apart, it was a familiar sight to see the little curly blonde-haired child trailing after the taller, willowy brunette. Ducklings, passers-by would often chuckle. It was just like watching a duckling.

It was when Bellatrix left for Hogwarts though that Narcissa's fragile world was sent into upheaval. Losing the solid support, the knowledge that someone would always be in her corner, the girl was forced-for four years-to rely on her mother once more. It was, one would note, in those four years that the seven year old became the perfect little doll. To any appearance Druella had succeeded with at least one of her daughters. As the time passed, the more that Bellatrix acted out in school, that Andromeda tuned out her mother and didn't behave 'as proper young witches should', her mother in turn, spent more and more time on intensive lessons with Cissa on how to be a 'proper lady' and what 'one oughn't ever do'. It is, one could suppose, a miracle in and of itself that any sense of originality hadn't been leeched from the girl in those four years. Redemption was never far, though-be it a visit from Bellatrix or a letter, or at long last, going to Hogwarts herself. It was with a sense of pride that Narcissa walked to the Slytherin table and tucked in at Bella's side-ever her big sister, ever her confidant and friend.

Life was, at least, for the time, 'right'. The scandal of having a blonde-haired blue eyed black was lost in the instant that Sirius Black was sorted into Gryffindor (whoever would have thought?) and for what seemed to be an eternity, life settled down. Life away from her mother allowed the girl to grow into herself. Developing a sense of rebellion-something that years later, Druella would accredit to spending far too much time with Bellatrix and her 'vagabond friends', that little picture-perfect doll that had been so carefully cultivat ed for four years in Bella's absence was disappearing quite rapidly. A sense of self was emerging, a peculiar vivaciousness that allowed the girl to pause for that brief second as she walked into a door to let all eyes fall onto her, that soft, low laugh that allowed a room to fall to silence simply listening to her.

By the time that Narcissa was in her third year in school, though, her life-that carefully created sense of self, that fragile identity that she had built up on her own under the security of Bella's protective stare (ever warning off those impudent males be they an unrecognized family to the oldest purebloods) was shattering again. Bellatrix Black had never ceased her 'wild' and 'reckless' behavior. Long ago, Cissy would have scoffed at the idea. Her mother's complaints were foolishness, bred from her own insecurity and inability to make Bella into the quiet, submissive female that Druella herself, was. Bellatrix was everything that Druella Rosier-Black was not. She was confidant and outspoken, secure in herself and aware of what her potential could bring her. When she fell into a group of Purebloods that Cissa had heard to be 'aggressive enforcers of Pureblood Supremacy', the youngest child couldn't help but fret. Was this, then, taking her wildness, her talent and her ambitions too far? Never one to criticize her older sister, though, the blonde remained quiet, silent, simply watching and fretting in silence.

It only took two years more for Bellatrix to have fallen in with these self named 'Death Eaters'. Never one labeled 'ambitious' (indeed, Cissa always seemed far more interested in social affairs) by and far those individuals left the youngest Black girl alone. It could have had something to do with Bellatrix-still the watchful observer, or it could have had something to do with Cissa's carefully cultivated public appearance. Either way, Cissy's hero-her sister, friend, confidant and defender-had fallen into a crowd that the blonde found too deep, too deadly and too intimidating to ever try to get her sister back. For years, then, the siblings were just that-siblings. Close, yes, but as time passed-they were growing apart. And when Bellatrix was engaged to be married-it was then that the 'abandonment' was once again, complete. The last time Bella had left her life, there was the promise of regaining her in four years. Married to a man who's name she now shared, though, Cissa had no hope of ever really reclaiming her sister.

It was, perhaps when Narcissa was going into her fourth year of school that she realized life around her, was changing. Every single Black child (Well, beyond Regulus and Herself) had shown some inclination towards rebellious behavior. Bellatrix had fallen in with that crowd (though she did not bear the brand), and bore the bruises that bespoke of her father's temper. Golden girl as she was, Cissa Black had never dealt with the brunt of her father's anger. Bellatrix, then, was the obvious one. Sirius Black, gryffindor-how was he born into the Blacks? Many times, the blonde wondered why she could not have been the black-haired one of their year. Let him bear the badge that spoke of the oddity. For he looked the part, haughty and aristocratic with the jet hair and grey eyes. Sirius Black, however, could not stomach the notion of being a Black! Let him be, in both looks and mind, the different one! Even Andromeda, falling in with that Tonks boy as she had, couldn't manage the thing.

Bellatrix, then, graduated that year-and returning to school as a fourteen year old, Cissa Black only had a sixth year Andromeda, who was slowly but surely growing apart from the family. It was strange to see her, so bent on a path of destruction and Narcissa Black could do nothing to stop her. Indeed, the crisis came to a head the year later. Bellatrix had already married Rodolphus Lestrange (a gentleman, Cissa Black would have been loathe to call him. There was perhaps, some unjust feelings on her part, of course. The man had stolen away her big sister-and at that point, Narcissa knew that she could never tolerate being her parents' puppet. Slowly, all of the injustices that her father had committed towards her beloved big sister were brought to her awareness. All the things that Druella had made Narcissa into, a doll-a marionette-galled the girl.

Indeed, it was when Andromeda Black left the household and Bellatrix Lestrange was made into a death eater that Narcissa black knew. She was as alone as ever she would be. Meeting the acquaintances of her eldest sister, consorting with the men of her parents' approval, the girl began to flirt the line of utter disaster. Reckless, the girl suddenly-and abruptly-grew into her frame. Always a beautiful girl, there was something behind completely un-Black like eyes, blue as they came, now that there had never been. Cissa was acting up and acting out, and there wasn't a hand upon the reins that could stay her course. Enough with the father who had never loved her-not any of them. Enough with the mother who had always ceded to a man's wishes, enough with a sister that had abandoned her-wouldn't even acknowledge her-and, as much as she loved Bellatrix, enough with the eldest who had always seen her as something to be protected.

Narcissa Black was a woman in her own right, a veritable fortress of emotion and a vast wealth of knowledge. The things that her elder sisters had lacked-a guileless stare and serene smile-became her weapons. No one expected such things of Narcissa. Always the proper marionette, the girl was not supposed to have a back bone. She was not supposed to be made of ice and steel. Rather, they would have preferred her to be of porcelain and eggshell, fragile to the touch and prone to shattering.

Life, then, was now her own-it was her fight to engage in, it was her loss or win. For the first time in her life, Narcissa Polaris Black would have to stand on her own and endure the consequences of her own actions. What the future would bring, Cissa couldn't say-but the world was hers to lose.

BE RUNNING UP THAT ROAD,
BE RUNNING UP THAT HILL
----»» okay, listen up! this application page was made by OPERATIC SKELETON , of CAUTION 2.0. Inspiration came from everywhere, lyrics from running up that hill by kate bush, which is a good song so i suggest you listen. this is my first ever template, so be nice... feel free to tweak things, but leave the credits on, else i shall have pete wentz and his band of rebellions hunt after you and kill you in your sleep.

1. YOU SUCK.
2. YOU'RE A BAD WRITERRRR.
3. I DON'T LIKE YOU.
4. CISSA IS A BITCH.
5. NO NO NO NO!

DENIED!

You may try again with CISSA!

hehehe. <3


1. I don't see why I have to accept you.
2. It's lovely. You expanded on her really well.
3. Good playby choice. I LIKE IT!
4. You developed her really well. You gave her reasons behind everything, forming her into a real person and also keeping her as your own charrie at the same time.
5. Of course, you have mistakes. Some run-ons, some fragments, some errors in spelling Word missed. But. Whateverrr.

can i go to sleep yet?

ACCEPTED!

You may post in the plotpages and claims pages and begin roleplaying with CISSA!

Elle - CONGRATULATIONS!
She is finished and she is WONDERFUL.
<3
Cissa rocks by the way - I decided this about a year ago.

SISTER!

You are going to make Bella's hair prematurely gray aren't you?
I so look forward to it.