Post by Dr. Lisa Cuddy on Jan 6, 2007 1:55:18 GMT -5
NEARLY DONE. give me a chance to finish before you make your final decision. it will be done tomorrow night.
Name: mads
Age: sixteen, baby.
Contact Information: PM is best.
How long have you been roleplaying? Far too long.
Have you read the rules? Sho 'nuff.
DOCTORA EXTROARDINARE
Name: Lisa Marie Cuddy
Age: 46
Profession Dean of Medicine
Ethnicity: Caucasian
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Personal Style: Professional, but with a hint of style. Having always been a woman who felt that the only way she'd command any sort of presence was if she didn't look like a complete slag, Cuddy's always been sure to dress in a way that is business like but also holds a bit of...what's the word? Oh, yes. PIZAZZ.
Physical Appearance:
Never having been an astounding beauty though she was certainly never an ugly girl, Lisa was placed somewhere in the middle of the two extremes, and while some people find her beautiful others find her equally undesireable. Dealing with the ever-changing opinions about her looks gets rather frustrating from time to time and is often part of the reason for her occasion fits or anger, usually taken out at House for her own personal reasons.
Her long, curly brown hair falls in mahogany waves around her long face, framing it nicely. It cascades in curls down the center of her slender back, and though it's absolute hell to take care of she really just doesn't give a damn anymore because the final product is just so damned good. Her hair gave her serious trouble when she was younger in high school, due to the fact that it had the rather horrid habit of getting oily halfway through the day. She grew out of the mortifying phase, thank god, and nowadays she's quite fond of her hair.
The dark color of her long hair accentuates her facial features perfectly, showing those big, heavily lidded blue eyes that might have gone unnoticed otherwise. Rimmed with dark lashes that are usually coated with a thin layer of mascara, Lisa's eyes shine brightly from her otherwise plain face, and have had the habit of captivating others with a remarkable amount of ease. Her long, slender body has always been in relatively good shape - although because she never uses that gym membership she spends two hundred dollars per month on she's not exactly "fit" - something which Lisa has always been extremely thankful for. She will rue the day she gains more weight than she was meant to have at birth and has vowed to never let herself go.
Scars/Tatoos/ Piercings: One piercing in each ear, but nothing out of the ordinary besides that. Far too hardworking and nose-to-the-grindstone as a child to do anything like get a tattoo or mark herself up, her body is relatively unmarred. There is, however, one scar on her stomach from her first miscarriage, where the doctors performed a cesarian section in order to remove the dead baby from inside of her. She avoids looking at the scar at all costs, because it has the nastiest habit of making her break down completely and lose all hope.
Best Physical Feature: Those big blue eyes, without a question. Bright and constantly alive with that astounding life that seems to seep from her every pore, Cuddy's eyes are what make her attractive to begin with. She's always loved them and the beauty that others tend to see in them before they even know her.
Worst Physical Feature: Her goddamned Jewish nose. When she had been younger Cuddy would blame any and all of her failed relationships on her parents, because they had been the ones who had cursed her with a huge nose, anyway. It was entirely their fault. Entirely.
Picture:
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Habits:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Personality:
Brilliant, quick-witted and able to handle herself in a profession that is ruled by chauvenistic pigs - i.e., men - Cuddy is the kind of woman others wish they could be more like. Strong willed beyond comprehension and at her heart an incredibly decent human being, Cuddy deserves all of the praise she gets [though unfortunately it tends to be in short supply].
She knows when to say no and how, and never hesitates to - usually she'll do it with her own special flurry, which generally consists of witty retorts and things of the like. Cuddy tries rather desperately to avoid making mistakes or taking things too far, and most of the time succeeds. She is one who knows not to live life with regrets, and to treasure the time she has on the earth while she still can. She has seen Death more than once, and has grown to truly appreciate the beauty and preciousness of life.
She does, however, think that she makes far too many errors in her life. This is a sort of mental, destructive complex of hers, something she fails to actively recognize. It is something than can, occasionally, result in mild depressions that, if remain unattended, can become rather severe. These are rare and only occur in moments of loneliness, which only overtake her when she has been abandoned or betrayed.
Cuddy is not, however, depressive. Nor is she the harsh and sarcastic woman that she's rumored to be. She's a sweetheart through and through, and although she may be a bit rough around the edges she's got a big heart and accepts almost anyone into it with open arms. She's always been a lover more than a fighter, contrary to popular belief, and loves people in general.
Unfortunately, Cuddy's the type of woman who forgives rather easily - assuming the person she's forgiving deserves to be forgiven - and wants desperately to give people of all kinds a second chance, because she knows that no one else will. On the down side, however, Cuddy's desperate want to accept people into her life can lead to betrayal and deception. Because she tries to give people the benefit of the doubt, she's often deceived and her faith in that person broken. Ninety percent of her relationships have failed because of this.
Because of this, Cuddy tries to detach herself, for the most part, from emotion and feeling for other people, never getting too involved with a person or allowing herself to care too much about something. She prefers to live without putting her trust in people, because to her, putting trust in people means getting betrayed. Such a fate is not only heartbreaking, but also humiliating, and she cannot stand for anything to be humiliating.
One of her biggest strengths is her ability to remain calm and collected in almost any situation, when she wants to. She handles almost anything with a cool impassiveness that has lead to her reputation of being extraordinarily smooth and witty. She's blessed with a quick tongue and, when engaged in verbal banter, she never seems to run out of things to say. Her quick thinking makes her an incredibly appealing person.
Her humor is a dry, sarcastic wit, sometimes a bit too harsh, and it really is appealing to almost anyone. People admire her for her ability to remain cool and smooth even when locked in a verbal argument, and also her ability to snap at the drop of a hat and begin to let loose obscenities that were never meant to slip past a lady's lips. This usually infuriates her opponent to no end, and it has become a goal of any enemies she may have acquired to make her snap.
To date, no one's succeeded, though some have been close in school, and when they did she’d get to her bed and dissolve into tears. Only thanks to the comforting of her closest friends can she return to school the confident woman whom people adore. But, of course, her vulnerability makes her uneasy and she wishes it was
Cuddy is one of the most wonderful people you could ever meet in your life. She's really sweet, underneath her dry wit and sarcastic nature, and once you're into her heart she will protect and love you until her dying day - though, good luck getting in there, dear. Cuddy is extremely protective of the people she cares for, and stops at nothing to keep them safe. She is an extremely charming young lady, and exudes a smooth calm that most people find extraordinarily addictive.
Beneath that, though, is an underlying insecurity about her. Cuddy is positively terrified of being rejected and alone, though no one knows about this, or even suspects. This insecurity comes from years and years of feeling out of place and unsure of herself in her own skin that has nearly driven her to the breaking point on more than one occasion. Though she hates to admit it, she really is delicate and emotionally fragile, and no amount of acting will ever really change that.
However, while she can, she'll act, and she has yet to really let anyone see how bad she is in her worst moments, not even those with whom she shares almost everything. As a result of hiding any sadness or trace of negative emotion, she can have her moments in which she is extremely fragile and can't hide any longer, and she only prays that no one sees her in these moments.
Biggest Personality Flaw: Her tendancy to detach herselves from others in a vain attempt to possibly save a bit of her heart from being broken. She trusts no one except for herself, and as such it frustrates those who want to develop a relationship with her, be it platonic or otherwise.
Biggest Personality Strength: Her determination and work ethic are unrivalled in the entirety of the hospital, something she's quite proud of indeed. She always finds a way to get the job done and, while the decisions she's forced to make can be unethical, Cuddy has a wonderful habit of making the right choices.
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Hometown:
Educational Background:
Previous Places of Employment:
Family:
Brief Medical History:
History:
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Pets? none
Married? god no. she can't keep a relationship for longer than the first date any longer.
Homeowner? yes
Average Salary? LOTS.
Favorite Color blue
Favorite Band The Rolling Stones, but GOOD GOD, do not tell.
Your character frequently says… "HOUSE!" In a very annoyed tone, of course.
Is your character in general satisfied with their life? Not in any way, shape or form.
Roleplaying Sample:
Here are two as Narcissa - who I based Aurora very heavily off of - from Off to the Waterloo [ let's get lame! One is her with Lucius, and one is her with Rodolphus.
A smirk flickered at the corners of Narcissa's full lips, stained red from rich wine that was far too expensive for most girls of her age (but she'd been developing a taste for wine since she was a child), her lower lip proud and cherry colored from the rather horrible habit she had of biting it whenever she was bored or nervous or really anything; it was just a childhood habit that she'd never had the self-discipline nor the will to break.
Lucius really was something of a horrid actor; it was good that he hadn't been born into a lower class and might have to pursue theatre as a profession, he'd muck it up horribly. She could tell instantly that her words held some bite to them, and that they stung him, at least in the slightest.
When he spoke, the fact that she'd succeeded in annoying him - one of her daily goals, as it were - was only that much more evident. His voice, though holding that classic Malfoy nonchalance and collectivity, held a bit of bite to it, as if he wanted her to feel that sting as well. Well, he didn't even have to try to get on her nerves nowadays...she hated everything about him. Not just disliked: loathed with a passion that was unrivalled by how she felt about any other. She didn't even hate Evans or Potter or bloody Fenwick as much as she hated Lucius.
"I don't just shag every fucking girl I see, Narcissa."
She had to raise a slender blonde eyebrow, and a bemused smirk crossed her features. She set down the wine bottle and absently turned a page in her book, though her eyes never left Lucius'. Everyone knew that Lucius was, quite possibly, an even greater whore than some of the most sexual girls in the Slytherin house. It seemed at times that he would shag just about any female body who was willing to spread her legs and submit to him. He certainly got around - he and Bella had even shagged, for Christ's sakes - but Narcissa knew that there was at least one girl who he hadn't gotten.
Even if they were engaged, she had yet to submit to him, needless to say admit that she was, in fact, his. Narcissa made it her business to kiss several other boys behind his back - and oftentimes she wondered what he would do, would he ever find out about her numerous affairs with men who were most certainly not her fiancee - just to spite him. Even if he never found out, it was her way of slapping him in the face. She couldn't break the engagement, but she would do everything in her power to ensure that he could never honestly say that she was his.
"A book," she repeated at his last comment, swinging her legs over the side of the couch and walking slowly to him, her bare feet padding soundlessly across the cool tile floor. "Really, Lucius, you're trying to lie to a liar. It will do you no good to lie to me. Marriages are built off of trust, after all," she finished in a mocking tone, stopping a few inches in front of him.
She wet her lips as she reached up a slender, pale hand and, with surprising tenderness, pushed a few strands of long blonde hair behind his ear, letting her hand rest by his cheek for a few moments. Abruptly, though, she shoved her book into his chest before turning sharply and heading around to the fire.
"If you have any appreciation for literature you'll enjoy that," Narcissa said nonchalantly, stopping in front of the fireplace. "I wouldn't expect you to know who that author is, but he's brillinat. He's written some of the most beautiful literature on the planet."
She sighed quietly, watching the flickering flames that seemed to never go out, no matter how long the fire had gone without being tended by someone. She curiously watched an ember jump from the flames and land upon her hand, and she winced slightly as it seared her perfect, pale skin, leaving a circular burn on the back of her hand. A soft smirk crossed her features as she looked at the wound with flashing blue eyes.
Narcissa watched with bright blue eyes full of that esteemed poise that she was so incredibly envied for. Yes, Narcissa was beautiful, but it was her grace and effortless poise that really brought out the jealousy in the other members of her gender. There were so many women who tried with increasing desperation over the years to acquire something that Narcissa had just been born with.
A woman could be beautiful and charming and know all the proper mannerisms of a lady, but if she didn't posess that certain spark and elegance, all of that was secondary. Narcissa had never needed to try to be elegant or graceful, because she had - thankfully - been born with that poise. She didn't know where she got it from, because Merlin knew that Mother had to try to be even remotely graceful and Father...well, he was Father. Grace wasn't his forte.
She subconsciously wet her lips - a habit since childhood - as Rodolphus slyly wrapped a strong arm around her slender, pale shoulders, the skin stretched over her bones completely flawless. Narcissa was a work of art, a woman born without a single imperfection on her body: there was nothing that could be done to make her better, because she was perfect to begin with.
She gave him a playful grin and casually slapped his hand away when he began to twirl that tendril of blonde hair between his calloused fingertips, raising her eyebrows almost questioningly. Really, had he learned nothing in all the years that he had known her? Narcissa was very open about almost every aspect of her body save her hair. It was so precious, so uniquely hers - she had not been born with the dark features of the rest of her family - and she'd always been extremely protective of it.
She didn't notice that he seemed to be distracted after he asked her what Sade's works were about, because for all her observantion Narcissa was a woman who was very much self-centered and very much vain, and in most cases she was completely oblivious to the emotions and feelings of others because she was so completely focused upon herself and her own well-being.
That vanity was inherent in her, it seemed, or at least it wasn't there without reason. Narcissa was beautiful - more so than either of her sisters or anyone in the entire damn school, if you would ask her when she was out of Bellatrix's earshot - and she was brilliant and talented and proper, and so compliments had been fed to her throughout her entire life. She'd just let it all get to her head.
"It's...interesting," Narcissa continued with a smug smirk, licking the fingertip of her pointer finger before slowly turning a page in the book that perched in her hand. "A choice for only the most sadistic, the most merciless, the most sexual. It's erotica, in a way...although, not in that horrible hokey way so many have tried to put across. It's...hm. How to explain it in English, it's so difficult..." She chewed on her full, red lower lip a moment before looking to him with a playful smirk.
"It's sadistic, in a way, focusing on sadism and sex. Two of your favorite things."
PUT SPECIAL PHRASE HERE. you can't always get what you want.
Information about You
Name: mads
Age: sixteen, baby.
Contact Information: PM is best.
How long have you been roleplaying? Far too long.
Have you read the rules? Sho 'nuff.
Information about your Character
DOCTORA EXTROARDINARE
Name: Lisa Marie Cuddy
Age: 46
Profession Dean of Medicine
Ethnicity: Caucasian
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Personal Style: Professional, but with a hint of style. Having always been a woman who felt that the only way she'd command any sort of presence was if she didn't look like a complete slag, Cuddy's always been sure to dress in a way that is business like but also holds a bit of...what's the word? Oh, yes. PIZAZZ.
Physical Appearance:
Never having been an astounding beauty though she was certainly never an ugly girl, Lisa was placed somewhere in the middle of the two extremes, and while some people find her beautiful others find her equally undesireable. Dealing with the ever-changing opinions about her looks gets rather frustrating from time to time and is often part of the reason for her occasion fits or anger, usually taken out at House for her own personal reasons.
Her long, curly brown hair falls in mahogany waves around her long face, framing it nicely. It cascades in curls down the center of her slender back, and though it's absolute hell to take care of she really just doesn't give a damn anymore because the final product is just so damned good. Her hair gave her serious trouble when she was younger in high school, due to the fact that it had the rather horrid habit of getting oily halfway through the day. She grew out of the mortifying phase, thank god, and nowadays she's quite fond of her hair.
The dark color of her long hair accentuates her facial features perfectly, showing those big, heavily lidded blue eyes that might have gone unnoticed otherwise. Rimmed with dark lashes that are usually coated with a thin layer of mascara, Lisa's eyes shine brightly from her otherwise plain face, and have had the habit of captivating others with a remarkable amount of ease. Her long, slender body has always been in relatively good shape - although because she never uses that gym membership she spends two hundred dollars per month on she's not exactly "fit" - something which Lisa has always been extremely thankful for. She will rue the day she gains more weight than she was meant to have at birth and has vowed to never let herself go.
Scars/Tatoos/ Piercings: One piercing in each ear, but nothing out of the ordinary besides that. Far too hardworking and nose-to-the-grindstone as a child to do anything like get a tattoo or mark herself up, her body is relatively unmarred. There is, however, one scar on her stomach from her first miscarriage, where the doctors performed a cesarian section in order to remove the dead baby from inside of her. She avoids looking at the scar at all costs, because it has the nastiest habit of making her break down completely and lose all hope.
Best Physical Feature: Those big blue eyes, without a question. Bright and constantly alive with that astounding life that seems to seep from her every pore, Cuddy's eyes are what make her attractive to begin with. She's always loved them and the beauty that others tend to see in them before they even know her.
Worst Physical Feature: Her goddamned Jewish nose. When she had been younger Cuddy would blame any and all of her failed relationships on her parents, because they had been the ones who had cursed her with a huge nose, anyway. It was entirely their fault. Entirely.
Picture:
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Habits:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Personality:
Brilliant, quick-witted and able to handle herself in a profession that is ruled by chauvenistic pigs - i.e., men - Cuddy is the kind of woman others wish they could be more like. Strong willed beyond comprehension and at her heart an incredibly decent human being, Cuddy deserves all of the praise she gets [though unfortunately it tends to be in short supply].
She knows when to say no and how, and never hesitates to - usually she'll do it with her own special flurry, which generally consists of witty retorts and things of the like. Cuddy tries rather desperately to avoid making mistakes or taking things too far, and most of the time succeeds. She is one who knows not to live life with regrets, and to treasure the time she has on the earth while she still can. She has seen Death more than once, and has grown to truly appreciate the beauty and preciousness of life.
She does, however, think that she makes far too many errors in her life. This is a sort of mental, destructive complex of hers, something she fails to actively recognize. It is something than can, occasionally, result in mild depressions that, if remain unattended, can become rather severe. These are rare and only occur in moments of loneliness, which only overtake her when she has been abandoned or betrayed.
Cuddy is not, however, depressive. Nor is she the harsh and sarcastic woman that she's rumored to be. She's a sweetheart through and through, and although she may be a bit rough around the edges she's got a big heart and accepts almost anyone into it with open arms. She's always been a lover more than a fighter, contrary to popular belief, and loves people in general.
Unfortunately, Cuddy's the type of woman who forgives rather easily - assuming the person she's forgiving deserves to be forgiven - and wants desperately to give people of all kinds a second chance, because she knows that no one else will. On the down side, however, Cuddy's desperate want to accept people into her life can lead to betrayal and deception. Because she tries to give people the benefit of the doubt, she's often deceived and her faith in that person broken. Ninety percent of her relationships have failed because of this.
Because of this, Cuddy tries to detach herself, for the most part, from emotion and feeling for other people, never getting too involved with a person or allowing herself to care too much about something. She prefers to live without putting her trust in people, because to her, putting trust in people means getting betrayed. Such a fate is not only heartbreaking, but also humiliating, and she cannot stand for anything to be humiliating.
One of her biggest strengths is her ability to remain calm and collected in almost any situation, when she wants to. She handles almost anything with a cool impassiveness that has lead to her reputation of being extraordinarily smooth and witty. She's blessed with a quick tongue and, when engaged in verbal banter, she never seems to run out of things to say. Her quick thinking makes her an incredibly appealing person.
Her humor is a dry, sarcastic wit, sometimes a bit too harsh, and it really is appealing to almost anyone. People admire her for her ability to remain cool and smooth even when locked in a verbal argument, and also her ability to snap at the drop of a hat and begin to let loose obscenities that were never meant to slip past a lady's lips. This usually infuriates her opponent to no end, and it has become a goal of any enemies she may have acquired to make her snap.
To date, no one's succeeded, though some have been close in school, and when they did she’d get to her bed and dissolve into tears. Only thanks to the comforting of her closest friends can she return to school the confident woman whom people adore. But, of course, her vulnerability makes her uneasy and she wishes it was
Cuddy is one of the most wonderful people you could ever meet in your life. She's really sweet, underneath her dry wit and sarcastic nature, and once you're into her heart she will protect and love you until her dying day - though, good luck getting in there, dear. Cuddy is extremely protective of the people she cares for, and stops at nothing to keep them safe. She is an extremely charming young lady, and exudes a smooth calm that most people find extraordinarily addictive.
Beneath that, though, is an underlying insecurity about her. Cuddy is positively terrified of being rejected and alone, though no one knows about this, or even suspects. This insecurity comes from years and years of feeling out of place and unsure of herself in her own skin that has nearly driven her to the breaking point on more than one occasion. Though she hates to admit it, she really is delicate and emotionally fragile, and no amount of acting will ever really change that.
However, while she can, she'll act, and she has yet to really let anyone see how bad she is in her worst moments, not even those with whom she shares almost everything. As a result of hiding any sadness or trace of negative emotion, she can have her moments in which she is extremely fragile and can't hide any longer, and she only prays that no one sees her in these moments.
Biggest Personality Flaw: Her tendancy to detach herselves from others in a vain attempt to possibly save a bit of her heart from being broken. She trusts no one except for herself, and as such it frustrates those who want to develop a relationship with her, be it platonic or otherwise.
Biggest Personality Strength: Her determination and work ethic are unrivalled in the entirety of the hospital, something she's quite proud of indeed. She always finds a way to get the job done and, while the decisions she's forced to make can be unethical, Cuddy has a wonderful habit of making the right choices.
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Hometown:
Educational Background:
Previous Places of Employment:
Family:
Brief Medical History:
History:
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Pets? none
Married? god no. she can't keep a relationship for longer than the first date any longer.
Homeowner? yes
Average Salary? LOTS.
Favorite Color blue
Favorite Band The Rolling Stones, but GOOD GOD, do not tell.
Your character frequently says… "HOUSE!" In a very annoyed tone, of course.
Is your character in general satisfied with their life? Not in any way, shape or form.
Roleplaying Sample:
Here are two as Narcissa - who I based Aurora very heavily off of - from Off to the Waterloo [ let's get lame! One is her with Lucius, and one is her with Rodolphus.
A smirk flickered at the corners of Narcissa's full lips, stained red from rich wine that was far too expensive for most girls of her age (but she'd been developing a taste for wine since she was a child), her lower lip proud and cherry colored from the rather horrible habit she had of biting it whenever she was bored or nervous or really anything; it was just a childhood habit that she'd never had the self-discipline nor the will to break.
Lucius really was something of a horrid actor; it was good that he hadn't been born into a lower class and might have to pursue theatre as a profession, he'd muck it up horribly. She could tell instantly that her words held some bite to them, and that they stung him, at least in the slightest.
When he spoke, the fact that she'd succeeded in annoying him - one of her daily goals, as it were - was only that much more evident. His voice, though holding that classic Malfoy nonchalance and collectivity, held a bit of bite to it, as if he wanted her to feel that sting as well. Well, he didn't even have to try to get on her nerves nowadays...she hated everything about him. Not just disliked: loathed with a passion that was unrivalled by how she felt about any other. She didn't even hate Evans or Potter or bloody Fenwick as much as she hated Lucius.
"I don't just shag every fucking girl I see, Narcissa."
She had to raise a slender blonde eyebrow, and a bemused smirk crossed her features. She set down the wine bottle and absently turned a page in her book, though her eyes never left Lucius'. Everyone knew that Lucius was, quite possibly, an even greater whore than some of the most sexual girls in the Slytherin house. It seemed at times that he would shag just about any female body who was willing to spread her legs and submit to him. He certainly got around - he and Bella had even shagged, for Christ's sakes - but Narcissa knew that there was at least one girl who he hadn't gotten.
Even if they were engaged, she had yet to submit to him, needless to say admit that she was, in fact, his. Narcissa made it her business to kiss several other boys behind his back - and oftentimes she wondered what he would do, would he ever find out about her numerous affairs with men who were most certainly not her fiancee - just to spite him. Even if he never found out, it was her way of slapping him in the face. She couldn't break the engagement, but she would do everything in her power to ensure that he could never honestly say that she was his.
"A book," she repeated at his last comment, swinging her legs over the side of the couch and walking slowly to him, her bare feet padding soundlessly across the cool tile floor. "Really, Lucius, you're trying to lie to a liar. It will do you no good to lie to me. Marriages are built off of trust, after all," she finished in a mocking tone, stopping a few inches in front of him.
She wet her lips as she reached up a slender, pale hand and, with surprising tenderness, pushed a few strands of long blonde hair behind his ear, letting her hand rest by his cheek for a few moments. Abruptly, though, she shoved her book into his chest before turning sharply and heading around to the fire.
"If you have any appreciation for literature you'll enjoy that," Narcissa said nonchalantly, stopping in front of the fireplace. "I wouldn't expect you to know who that author is, but he's brillinat. He's written some of the most beautiful literature on the planet."
She sighed quietly, watching the flickering flames that seemed to never go out, no matter how long the fire had gone without being tended by someone. She curiously watched an ember jump from the flames and land upon her hand, and she winced slightly as it seared her perfect, pale skin, leaving a circular burn on the back of her hand. A soft smirk crossed her features as she looked at the wound with flashing blue eyes.
Narcissa watched with bright blue eyes full of that esteemed poise that she was so incredibly envied for. Yes, Narcissa was beautiful, but it was her grace and effortless poise that really brought out the jealousy in the other members of her gender. There were so many women who tried with increasing desperation over the years to acquire something that Narcissa had just been born with.
A woman could be beautiful and charming and know all the proper mannerisms of a lady, but if she didn't posess that certain spark and elegance, all of that was secondary. Narcissa had never needed to try to be elegant or graceful, because she had - thankfully - been born with that poise. She didn't know where she got it from, because Merlin knew that Mother had to try to be even remotely graceful and Father...well, he was Father. Grace wasn't his forte.
She subconsciously wet her lips - a habit since childhood - as Rodolphus slyly wrapped a strong arm around her slender, pale shoulders, the skin stretched over her bones completely flawless. Narcissa was a work of art, a woman born without a single imperfection on her body: there was nothing that could be done to make her better, because she was perfect to begin with.
She gave him a playful grin and casually slapped his hand away when he began to twirl that tendril of blonde hair between his calloused fingertips, raising her eyebrows almost questioningly. Really, had he learned nothing in all the years that he had known her? Narcissa was very open about almost every aspect of her body save her hair. It was so precious, so uniquely hers - she had not been born with the dark features of the rest of her family - and she'd always been extremely protective of it.
She didn't notice that he seemed to be distracted after he asked her what Sade's works were about, because for all her observantion Narcissa was a woman who was very much self-centered and very much vain, and in most cases she was completely oblivious to the emotions and feelings of others because she was so completely focused upon herself and her own well-being.
That vanity was inherent in her, it seemed, or at least it wasn't there without reason. Narcissa was beautiful - more so than either of her sisters or anyone in the entire damn school, if you would ask her when she was out of Bellatrix's earshot - and she was brilliant and talented and proper, and so compliments had been fed to her throughout her entire life. She'd just let it all get to her head.
"It's...interesting," Narcissa continued with a smug smirk, licking the fingertip of her pointer finger before slowly turning a page in the book that perched in her hand. "A choice for only the most sadistic, the most merciless, the most sexual. It's erotica, in a way...although, not in that horrible hokey way so many have tried to put across. It's...hm. How to explain it in English, it's so difficult..." She chewed on her full, red lower lip a moment before looking to him with a playful smirk.
"It's sadistic, in a way, focusing on sadism and sex. Two of your favorite things."
PUT SPECIAL PHRASE HERE. you can't always get what you want.
