Post by Narcissa Malfoy on Jan 24, 2012 10:06:35 GMT -5
CHARACTER APPLICATION [ADULT]
NARCISSA AMPHITRITE MALFOY
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I WALK A LONELY ROAD
[/color][/font][/center]”i hope that no-one ever leaves
'cause i don't wanna be alone with me
not with the things that rush
up and down this symphonous smile.”
[/font][/center]'cause i don't wanna be alone with me
not with the things that rush
up and down this symphonous smile.”
THE ONLY ONE I HAVE EVER KNOWN
[/color][/font][/center]Outofcharacter
[/font][/center]Your Name: Cassie
Your Age: 17
Other Characters: Oh crikey... Aislinn MacElfrish, Amelia MacMillan, Elsie James, James Potter, Katie Wood, Neil Chilcott, Noelle Chaucer, Rose Weasley & Saoirse Flynn. Hanna gave me permission to make Narcissa, and also to further develop her own Narcissa app for my older Narcissa (:
Experience:
Secret Word/Phrase:
DON’T KNOW WHERE IT GOES
[/color][/font][/center]Incharacterbasics
[/font][/center]FACE CLAIM: Diane Kruger
FULL NAME: Narcissa Amphitrite Malfoy
NICKNAMES: Cissy.
AGE/DOB:17th November, 1955. Aged 67.
JOB: N/A
BLOOD STATUS: Pureblood
SEX: Female
ORIENATION: Heterosexual
BUT IT’S HOME TO ME AND I WALK ALONE
[/color][/font][/center]Incharacterapperance
[/font][/center]EYES: Blue
HAIR: Blonde
HEIGHT: 5'7"
BUILD: Slim and feminine, it is clear that Narcissa has never had to do a hard day's work in her life.
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: Narcissa considers any sort of body piercing simply vulgar, and the same applies for tattoos. She does, however, have her ears pierced, just the once. She has no other distinguishing scars or marks - perhaps most importantly, she has no Dark Mark.
SKIN TONE: Pale, porcelain-like.
I WALK THIS EMPTY STREET
[/color][/font][/center]Personality
[/font][/center]DISLIKES: Loneliness. Feeling inferior. The fact that Ella seems to have inherited undesirable character traits from her (namely, her eating disorders). Fog. Anything threatening her family. Failure, in anything.
LIKES: Lucius. Her family, especially her son and grandchildren - she's particularly fond of Damien, whom everyone else seems to overlook. Having a good social status. Her home. Dancing, of the old-fashioned sort.
BAD HABITS: Buys more new dresses than is perhaps strictly necessary. Has a tendency to introvert herself in times of crisis. She is very self-critical.
GOOD HABITS: Spoils her grand-children whenever she gets the chance. She is generally always polite - it takes a lot for Narcissa to be directly rude to someone (of course, this does just mean that is more subtle in her dislikes). Always perfectly presented, and takes great care of her appearance.
WEAKNESSES: Narcissa does not trust people easily. She likes having a good social standing, and on occasion in the past has been somewhat ruthless to achieve this. Her husband and son are her Achilles' heel. She has a history of eating disorders and other mental illnesses.
STRENGTHS: Love (yes, it's possible from a Slytherin...). She at least appears to be capable and composed at all times. She can speak French, Russian and Latin fluently.
PERSONALITY: Narcissa initially appears cold and aloof, and has cultivated a reputation for behaving as such. This is, on the whole, deserved. She does not trust easily - for all her wealth and status after all, life has not dealt her a particularly easy hand. Narcissa is not a particularly nice person if you cross her, she earnt her place in Slytherin with her cunning and her ability to manipulate people when she needs to. She holds many secrets close to her chest, having been brought up this way, it is a lifelong habit that she has maintained. Yet those who know Narcissa know her to be more intelligent that the façade she sometimes projects to the world, and capable of loving people fiercely and intently. She has tried to hide her humanity in the past - for what she believed was the good of the family - yet has never lost it: love is what keeps her sane in a challenging world.
ON THE BOULEVARD OF BROKEN DREAMS
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[/font]WAND: Birch, Unicorn tail hair, 12"
BROOMS: N/A
PET(s): A small Merlin falcon, by the name of Rhode
WHERE THE CITY SLEEPS
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[/font][/center]AMORTERIA: New dresses, old-fashioned face powder and Lucius' cologne.
MIRROR OF ERISED: For her family to finally be happy and healed.
VERITASERUM: She has been jealous of Andromeda for as long as she can remember: even as a child, Andromeda seemed to be altogether more 'together' than anyone else she knew, and as they grew up, she envied her strength and her ability to defy everything she knew for love.
Her lifelong (on-and-off) battle with anorexia and bulimia is, to most people, unknown.
BOGGART: Losing her family - she would see it as the worst kind of failure. Unfortunately, the Malfoys are currently under enough self-inflicted pressure that their implosion feels almost inevitable to Narcissa.
DEMENTOR: She has years of worst memories... her early miscarriages, and the terror she felt on behalf of her son and husband during Voldemort's second reign.
PATRONUS: Draco's birth, and her marriage to Lucius.
AND I’M THE ONLY ONE
[/color][/font][/center]Familyhistory
[/font][/center]FATHER: Cygnus Black III. Born 1929, died 1979.
MOTHER: Druella Black (nee Rosier). Born 1935, died 2008.
CHILDREN:
OTHER IMPORTANT FAMILY:
Astoria Malfoy (nee Greengrass), aged 40. Daughter-in-law. Has no need to work.
Scorpius Malfoy, aged 17. Grandson. Sixth Year Slytherin at Hogwarts. In a relationship with Roxanne Weasley.
Damien Malfoy, aged 15. Grandson. Fifth Year Slytherin at Hogwarts. Prefect. In a relationship with Agnes Bass.
Chara Malfoy, aged 14. Granddaughter. Fourth Year Slytherin at Hogwarts. Hopefully in recovery from the eating disorders - anorexia nervosa and anorexia bulimia, has previously suffered from EDNOS.[/ul]
HISTORY: Born on April 8th, 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 question, 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. About two years after her first miscarriage, Narcissa had another. She did her best not to become so depressed. She was disappointed, but she didn’t let it stop her. They’d keep trying and eventually they’d have a beautiful son or daughter. But it seemed as if fate were against them. Narcissa had one more miscarriage and then gave birth to a stillborn. She didn’t speak for days after the stillborn girl came into the world. It was buried in a cemetery somewhere and she planted a rosebush for it, as she had her three other miscarriages. Not too long after the last miscarriage, Narcissa was skimming the gossip column of The Daily Prophet. It revealed all of the miscarriages she’d been trying to keep quiet – and that Lucius was looking for a new wife. Needless to say, there was major trouble in paradise.
Narcissa refused to speak with Lucius for days, instead glaring at him from across the room. She knew she was acting childish, but so was he. Didn’t he love her? For better or for worse, weren’t those the vows he’d taken? Eventually, once she’d realized how hurtful she’d probably been, Narcissa began to talk to her husband again. She started off with an apology and eventually they made it to the bedroom, to make up for words that couldn’t be said. In late September of 1979, another child was conceived between the two. Narcissa had been hesitant to do anything about it. She feared of finding out she was pregnant again, only to lose it months later. Eventually, though, after weeks of morning sickness and three missed periods, she forced herself to St. Mungo's and found out that yes, she was pregnant.
During the pregnancy, Narcissa was extremely cautious. She ate well and made sure to rest often. She and Lucius ceased their sexual relations during the pregnancy (which they hadn't done during the first four pregnancies) and it seemed to help, because in June of 1980, Narcissa gave birth to a son that she had carried to term. Though the labor lasted for hours and was very difficult, the baby was perfectly healthy with ten fingers and ten toes, two eyes, two ears, a nose, a mouth, all limbs in the right places... Narcissa had marvelled at him for hours. She named him Draco, continuing her family's tradition of naming children after stars or constellations. Unfortunately, due to complications with her pregnancy and subsequent labour, Narcissa was unable to have more children - but she'd rather have had one healthy son, alive and breathing, spoilt rotten, than none.
The fall of Voldemort in 1981 presented more than a trifling inconvenience to the fledgling family, what with Lucius' heavy involvement with Voldemort's inner circle and the Dark Mark branded onto his arm. With the prospect of her world crumbling once more around her, Narcissa desperately begged her husband to publicly renounce the Dark Lord, and luckily he did so, using their connections within society to persuade the majority of people that his actions were the result of the Imperius curse, rather than taken of his own free volition.
The next few years passed relatively without incident: the family name salvaged by the skin of its teeth, Lucius' career went from strength to strength at the Ministry, and Narcissa ensured that their social standing was equally illustrious and glittering, often hosting large society balls. The largest decision they faced was whether to send darling Draco to Durmstrang - which Lucius favoured because of its emphasis on the Dark Arts - or Hogwarts - which Narcissa favoured because of its proximity. It was eventually settled that he would attend Hogwarts, and in 1991, Draco left home for the first time. Narcissa was devoted to her son, and missed him terribly, particularly during his first year. She continued to spoil him rotten, albeit from a distance, and he received regular deliveries of tuck and treats during his time away at school, as well as an infamous teams-worth of broomsticks when he was made Seeker in his second year.
The second rise of the Dark Lord and the Malfoy family's involvement with it is well documented, and so I shall not bore you with too many of the details, suffice to say that once in, Narcissa wanted out. Lucius' incarceration in 1996 after the Battle of the Department of Mysteries left Narcissa essentially alone for the first time since her son was born, and she felt the impending pressure keenly. Lucius' escape from his intended life imprisonment had the blessing of returning her husband to her once more, but the downfall of ensuring Lord Voldemort's presence in her home, which unnerved her more than a little, as did Bellatrix's - until that point she had not realised the extents to which Azkaban and devotion to the man she thought of as her master had pushed her. She and her husband were treated as little more than servants in their own home, their status almost completely lost. She realised that her own beloved son could well be forced into embarking on Bellatrix's path in his own life, and the very thought terrified her beyond belief.
Draco meant more to her than anything, and so she took any chance she could to get him to safety in the Battle of Hogwarts, and that meant lying directly to Lord Voldemort, something that once upon a time she never thought she would want to, or indeed, be able to. The battle commenced, yet she practically flew through it, not fighting, nor even attempting to, just frantically looking and screaming for her son. They were permitted to join the celebrations in the Great Hall after, but neither felt they truly had a place there. They also escaped imprisonment after Voldemort's death, their crimes forgiven and a reprieve granted due to their rejection of Voldemort in the battle and Narcissa's lie.
There is a difference, however, in not being incarcerated and in being accepted into society. Although free, to many the Malfoy name represented everything negative and nothing positive, and Narcissa found that invitations to celebratory balls and the whatnot were offered to many other families, but not hers. Ostracised, as the Malfoy name was all she really had to her credit, having never been (or needed to be) employed, she once more began to lose weight, at first accidentally, and then intentionally as first depression and then the grip of an eating disorder threatened once more: although her son and husband found gainful employment and began to restore the family name and status, she herself felt useless, surplus to events, and unable to control anything going on around her. An expert at hiding it, to this day she does not know how much her beloved husband suspected of her poor mental state at this point in their lives.
It was not until Draco met and married a nice Pureblood girl that she began to pull herself out of her slump, plans for weddings and families giving her something 'real' to do, and something to focus on than the number on the scales. For the past ten or so years, her life has been generally very quiet, living in peace as she has with her husband at Malfoy Manor. Occasionally, she will throw or attend a ball, and her social reception is universally better-received than it once was, although never again has she reached the dizzy heights of her débutante days. Recently she has become more withdrawn, introverting herself. Secretly, she fears that she might be relapsing once more, the strain of her family seemingly collapsing around her taking its toll on her.
AND I WALK ALONE
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MY SHADOW IS THE ONLY ONE THAT WALKS BESIDES ME
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