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Post by Narcissus Drachen on Aug 30, 2007 21:31:57 GMT
Amy | 19 | England
Narcissus Drachen
Unknown blood | 15 & Fifth Year | Veela heartstring
"Sure 'twas by Providence designed
Rather in pity than in hate,
That he should be like Cupid blind,
To save him from Narcissus' fate."
A shameless affection for Dark magic is what drives Narcissus. He is infatuated with the idea of being a rebel, a daredevil, and the enigmatic reputation that comes with it: Bad is Beautiful, as is he, and he finds his own reflection riddiculously romantic. He insists he is entirely serious about his experiments, but in reality he is negligent and full of fearlessness, a charlatan disinterested in consequence. In his eyes his world is exciting and significant, but he fails to see the severity of anything he does, forever pushing on the boundaries between prissy, innocent games and true harm. Narcissus does not see eye to eye with conventional morals – though he has his own warped ideology – but he takes care not to look at others’ nobleness as foolish. He is an anti-hero and a rogue, and he would not be so vibrant without the chivalrous to stand in his shadow.
Appearance
In appearance Narcissus is boyishly handsome, with slender limbs pressing through his skin and a round face framing wood-dark eyes. His hair is the colour of dead grass at dusk, fast growing and straight around his cheeks in a soft curve, the tips gold in the sunlight like a faint, brittle halo.
History
Narcissus is the crown of a poisonous, although no less interesting, family. His werewolf mother married seven times to seven men with a shared dark fetish before she conceived her only son on a full moon. There to witness the birth of a human to a wolf, the wizarding townsfolk slaughtered Narcissus’s mother as he lay at her clawed feet, a baby miraculously unharmed by the Dog Curse, unknowingly witnessing the end of her reign of bloody terror for three decades. The night was legendary, a famous secret, and Narcissus was taken into the arms of an eccentric and blood-obsessed family who raised him as a trophy, a symbol of their great defeat of Meliflua – his mother’s true name, and all that he has of her. The question of Narcissus’s blood was overlooked and announced to be a pure despite the insistence that his mother had been a half-blood, and so the brat prince chooses to leave his blood status a tantalising mystery. Although the adoptive son, Narcissus ruled his siblings, encouraged to be flamboyant and lazy by two parents who he came to silently mock, priding himself on being the kink in their chain of purity. Only when he was forced, kicking and screaming, to leave his childhood Kngdom and come to Hogwarts did dark curiosity begin to work its magic...
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