Narcissa Fidante
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| Narcissa Fidante | |
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| Social Rank | 4 |
| Fealty | Velenosa "Velenosa" is not in the list of possible values (Redrain, Valardin, Grayson, Thrax, Pravus, Lyceum, Crown) for this property.
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| House | Fidante |
| Gender | Female |
| Age | 27 |
| Religion | Pantheon |
| Vocation | Poet |
| Height | average height |
| Hair Color | Raven |
| Eye Color | Gold |
| Skintone | Freckled Ivory |
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| Parents | Teonia Fidante, Escalus Fidante |
| Siblings | Dante DiFidante, Juliet Fidante |
| Uncles/Aunts | Luzio Fidante, Eduardo Fidante, Giancinta Fidante, Agostino Fidante, Alaricinta Fidante, Vicente Fidante, Sandra Malgentilega |
| Cousins | Leo Fidante, Calista Fidante, Angelo DiFidante, Baldwin Fidante, Ignacio Fidante, Esme Fidante, Luciano Fidante, Florencia Fidante, Nuala Redrain, Forato Fidante, Silvana Fidante, Hamil Fidante |
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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.
