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Lady Narcissa Fidante

When her mind was discomposed, a book was the opiate that lulled it to repose.

Social Rank: 4
Concept: Doleful Damsel
Fealty: Velenosa
Family: Fidante
Gender: Female
Marital Status: Unmarried
Age: 27
Birthday: 11/14
Religion: Pantheon
Vocation: Poet
Height: 5'7
Hair Color: Raven
Eye Color: gold
Skintone: freckled ivory

Titles: Voice of House Fidante

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.

(Tucked behind her left ear and nestled in her inky curls is a new rose, the Torean Dawn. Petals present a vivid ombre of yellow at its center that bleed to orange, then red. A true marvel, rarity, and testament to the famed gardens of House Fidante.)

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.

Relationship Summary

  • Dante - The shield and sword to my pen and parchment.
  • Juliet - I choose to remember the girl, not the woman.

  • Lyceum:
  • Calista - What they all pretend to be, she breathes into being effortlessly.
  • Lora - The only pastels and tea I permit.

  • Crownlands:
  • Emrys - The former tutor.
  • Name Summary
    Alessia Introspective, well spoken and an interesting conversationalist.
    Alexis Takes a lot of guts to ride into a forest like this with loaned armour and not much else. But of course, I've met her brother, so I hardly expect anything less from her.
    Aslaug There's more layers to this onion.
    Athaur Carries around a venomous snake. Interesting
    Braden A lady in dark clothes with a dark bird. She seems sharper than Alaricite.
    Cabrera Titled the 'Wallflower of Tor' but even a wallflower is a beautiful blooming rose, especially from Tor itself. To have met her was a blessing. I understand what others might feel when they visit my Shrine.
    Calista Our darkest rose, Narcissa is a beauty onto her own. She marches to the beat of her own drummer and rather than just blend in with the others of Tor, she very proudly stands out. I could not be more pleased to have her as one of my Voices.
    Dante My dear sister, still as dry-witted as ever. Still, quite enjoyable to talk to - especially when it comes to family matters. I do need to speak to her more about Juliet. Another time. I still think I'm the better poet, though.
    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?
    Eddard Something about women who cultivate compianionship with birds makes me squirmy.
    Elgana A curious mind that appreciates puns as much as she seems to enjoy other discourse. All wrapped up in something dark, a touch mysterious, and at once refreshing to be around.
    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?
    Enri While she might not enjoy parties, she seems to have a bright mind for poetry and theology. I might learn something from her, though her position as a mirrormask does make me wary.
    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.
    Esme She is like a black cloud to my silver lining, but I love her anyways. Or maybe I love her because of it. Everyone should have a Narcissa in their lives.
    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.
    Galatea A striking woman, with a seemingly dark aesthetic. But kind to me, at least, and indulgent of my prattling on. Perhaps I shall see more of her.
    Joaquin She sees and hears. That's more than the many I've already met.
    Jules She's a lady who seems to enjoy reading and solitude in a crowd. He does seem a funny (humorous) type.
    Korka Sister to my patron, keen of thought and well spoken. I like her.
    Lora Dearer than a sister, closer than a friend; mystery and mordancy by meter's portend.
    Mabelle She finds a way to twist everything I saw into something wicked sounding. I like it.
    Marisol Another participant in the thorn qualifiers that did rather well if I do say so. A talent if there ever was one.
    Martino Truly an interesting wisp of a Fidante woman. With poise and an air of something... much darker within her. Utterly curious.
    Michael Has a friend in a lovely raven, and her hair is as dark as the raven as well. Thievery abound though. She earned her thorns that day.
    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!
    Petal She strikes me as clever, self controlled and poised and talented with words.
    Pharamond Polite, a very pleasant house guest! And she did not drink all of our wine!
    Ras Really calm and uh...forthright. Even if there's some crap she doesn't know, reckon she's smart enough to think her way past anythin.
    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.
    Roran One who embraces the ideals of a mirrormask, and though can be a little sharp, is none the less a wonderful conversationalist.
    Sanya Conversations flow very easily with her. I doubt many could doubt her ability for deep thought.
    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.
    Thea Polite. I think she's a cousin? She's wordy but I do believe there is--wisdom hidden underneath it all.
    Tyrus A poetess of wit and tongue sharp, she excels in her many domains with ability few can match. I won't try to set my impressions of her to proper meter, suffice to say I count her as an honest friend.
    Vanora The Fidante lady is still an enigma to me, but one worth solving as she takes her place among Tehom's disciples.
    Vicente Your niece, of course anyone in your family is worth your high opinion of and worth offering any service she may desire.
    Zoey She measures her words with the precision of an apothecary.