Lady Narcissa Fidante
When her mind was discomposed, a book was the opiate that lulled it to repose.
Description: With aristocratic features and a willowy frame, Narcissa has all the makings of a regal bearing. Large, golden almond-shaped eyes are framed with thick lashes and set beneath meticulously manicured brows. Raven hair contrasts starkly against her marmoreal skin and is allowed to tumble freely in its loose, natural curls down her back. A smattering of pale freckles crosses her nose, gracing the lines of her sharp cheekbones. The cupid's bow of her full lips is mercurial, twisting into smirks as often as it may a winsome smile.
Personality: Equipped with a dark sense of humor and penchant for sepulchral poetry, Narcissa gets a bad rap as a pessimist. If one were to ask her, she'd remark that she's a realist tarrying on the tendency of the dismal. She is not without her joys nor does she shun happiness, but her tastes do leave her regarded as perculiar and quirky outside of her closeknit circle of acquaintances. Narcissa is more at home with her books than she would ever be in a crowd, an introvert to the core.
Background: Growing up in Tor was an upbringing any gal could hope for. For all of its colors and richness of flora, Narcissa was still drawn to the gloomy side of things. Where there was a graveyard, dark and dusty library, or memorial hall of statues long forgotten, Narcissa was certain to be found. The younger sibling of Dante and Juliet, she was content to avoid all the limelight her siblings seemed to gather with such relative ease. Where others may loathe to be forgotten, she seemed to relish it. Time left alone was time alone with her thoughts, her books, no one else's voice butting in. There was a sanctity in solitude, and to this day she still is on edge when forced to gala's or into large crowds.
Juliet's death came as a shock, but even after an appropriate season of mourning, Narcissa could not be swayed to leave Tor to come to Arx for answers. The city was so very far away, as distant and real as the tales in her parchments.
It wasn't until very recently, when Dante and Inigo journeyed back to Tor, that she was convinced to come back with them. Her reasons remain unknown, but still she finds herself now in Arx and all of the culture shock that comes with it.
|Alessia||Introspective, well spoken and an interesting conversationalist.|
|Braden||A lady in dark clothes with a dark bird. She seems sharper than Alaricite.|
|Delilah||How does one encapsulate the night breeze, the reflection of moonlight bending on the wine-dark sea? Is there a way to express the poet's spirit in the fire of starlight, but to know that whatever words I would conjure are a poor limitation compared to what serves as this most melodic, mysterious of Lycene women?|
|Emrys||Lady Narcissa Fidante has a perspective that I enjoy. Some would call her morbid, or depressing. But is the truth without veneer less valuable?|
|Eshken||Given my position I've been subject to many an attractive noble, yet there was something unordinarily captivating about Lady Narcissa. It's as difficult to explain as it is to look away.|
|Evonleigh||She speaks so beautifully, poetically, but there are barbs that hint at a wicked sense of humor beneath the poetry -- I quite like her.|
|Marisol||Another participant in the thorn qualifiers that did rather well if I do say so. A talent if there ever was one.|
|Miranda||She mentioned having a thing for older things... I suppose I'm gonna hafta like her. I, too, have an affinity for older things.. men count, don't they?|
|Monique||A talented poet, and one who speaks to the poem of my heart. Folly and never learning, indeed!|
|Pharamond||Polite, a very pleasant house guest! And she did not drink all of our wine!|
|Reese||The wallflower of Tor is very interesting. A mystery and I hope to see more of her.|
|Rook||Now this is someone who I would imagine you do not want to cross. Firm, brisk and a consummate professional. Wears a lot of black.|
|Selene||Where shadows and night in their best aspects meet, they fashion a lilting woman of impeccable poetry and choice in companions.|
|Sophie||Ahh, Lady Narcissa! I enjoyed her company at the duel. The duo of her and Dante are amusing indeed.|
|Tescelina||Specter of words and hidden things, I think I do hope her presence haunts me for a time.|