regulus black

[regulus arcturus black]

Regulas Arcturus Black

||what do you see when you look at me [/font]

Name/Alias: Lydia
Age: ...
RP Experience: about 1/2 a year
How Did You Found Us: Advert
How Much Time Do You Plan To Spend Here Per Week: Spare seconds
Other Characters: Naught

||you say you know me [/font]

Character's Full Name: Regulas Arcturus Black
Nicknames: Reggie, if you must, Reg, if you’re so inclined. I wouldn’t try it too quickly.
Age: 16
Year: Fifth
Canon or Original: Canon
House: Slytherin
Birthday: 17th September 1961
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Blood Status: Oh, c'mon! Pure

||still you've got no clue [/font]

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Play By: Milo Ventimiglia
Appearance: Regulus inherited the good looks from the family, as did his brother. As just other people go, he’s tall, about five foot eleven. He’s still got a bit of growing to do, but not too much. He might pass six foot, but it’s doubtful whether he’ll get anywhere near six two. He’ll stay around six foot for the rest of his life. Unless he shrinks in old age. He’s a bit gangly, still growing and all that, but he’ll grow into everything. He’s got rather big feet, but it’s all for balance, he’s not clumsy or anything. He’s just got long arms of a teenager. He’s filling out though, he was a slightly skinny teenager, but he’s filled out with the muscle. Wiry kind of muscle over the arms, nothing bulging. Again with the subtle touch.

His hair is black, slightly ironic really thinking about his name. But, he can’t help that. He has Black hair and he can’t be bothered to dye it. As styles go, he can never be bothered to spend much time on it. It’s short enough that brushing it would just make it stick back rather than around. He’s starting to grow it longer, but that wasn’t really a conscious decision, he just did it. Not much longer, so it’s not down to his shoulders or anything, just occasionally when he looks down he has to flick his hair out of the way. If it gets any longer, he’ll probably cut it himself. Either with magic or he’ll just find a pair of kitchen shears and snip it off. Again, he doesn’t care much about his hair. He doesn’t spend ages perfecting it, it does as it likes.

He does like to look good though, so jeans are going to be quality, and if not then that’s just a shame. Fashion is something the Blacks go for. Good quality, and with enough cash. Shirts vary, but what he does like is the long coats with the tails. Out in Hogsmeade or in the grounds you’ll see him wearing them in the winter. Unless he’s just showing off and he’s only wearing a shirt and a pair of shorts. Cold and all that, it shouldn’t bother a hardy man. Eyes are brown. Dark brown, like his hair. Another inherited trait he can’t, and won’t get rid of.

||off all the things that I can do[/font]

Likes:

• Defense Against The Dark Arts
  
• His position – Meaning his family
  
• General respect
  
• The coming horizon
  
• Becoming a Death Eater - Probably
  
• Family Tradition – Carry it On
  
• Playing up his brother and the ‘pack’ he goes around with
  
• Duels – With anyone

Dislike:

• Lessons
  
• School in General
  
• Not getting the respect he deserves
  
• His brother – Trail breaker
  
• Losing Duels
  
• Anyone higher than him
  
• Being found

Strengths:

• Sarcasm
  
• Blackmail
  
• Being a Black

Weaknesses:

• Knowing when to stop
  
• Habits
  
• Fire!
  

Boggart: giant man eating squirrels I dunno...oddly enough, probably a Sirius killed by him
Patronus: Phoenix, fire...
Personality: You could say that Regulus is slightly more refined than his older brother, Sirius. He holds more in tradition. He’s much happier to go around NOT breaking the curfews set by tradition, but rather following them. It just seems the easier way out of any predicament. Follow the leader and you’ll do alright. That’s what Regulus likes, a leader. Not as in a teacher figure or a parent, but someone nearer himself. Nearer his own section of thinking. Like Lord Voldemort. A perfect role model for a young Slytherin. The incarnation of plane evil. Not the evil you see in muggle films, but the quiet, seductive evil. Something that Regulus aspires to be, he thinks.

That’s a second point; Regulus is a rather headstrong student. He does things on the spur of the moment. Such as joining the death eaters. He did that because it sounded like a good idea. Of course, they just wreak havoc don’t they? So what else could the average Slytherin wish to do. It’s a perfect job. And so Regulus is going to join, just makes things a lot easier. He’ll take the mark willingly, just for the thrill. A thrill seeker is one way of exploring Reggie. He does it in a quieter way than some, he doesn’t sprint full tilt into danger, and he’ll flicker around the edges, causing more damage. He likes the quieter approach. Something that’ll cause more damage, and yet no-one will realise until it’s just too late. The quiet evil. But the headstrong one, that’ll run into the burning building to see what’s inside.

He’s very curious, and he doesn’t mind telling others his opinion. He doesn’t particually like to be the centre of attention at one given moment, he prefers to act and then have people talking about it for a long time afterwards. He’s slightly mysterious, he leaves clues around, some of which just lead back to other people, a good way to frame someone. He likes the subtle approach and isn’t afraid to take it is its more dangerous. He might take the easy route when it comes to his family, but not when it comes to having a good time.

||history may repeat itself [/font]

Father: Orion Black
Mother: Walburga Black
Siblings: Sirius Black
Other Family: Too many to count
History: He was born into what could be called a legacy. Yes, a legacy, the Black legacy. He was the second son to Walburga and Orion Black. His names come from long dead members of the Black family. Hand-me-downs of a different kind. His older brother, Sirius, was not more of the prodigal than the perfect. He fell into the catergory of perfect, following tradition and doing exactly what was needed of him. Purity was an important feature in Regulus’ life, something he was unlikely to forget, even with his tendency to be headstrong, and then get confused. He did exactly what was asked of him, day and night, by his parents. He really didn’t care much for the repercussions. His parents had once described him as a gift after Sirius, and Regulus never minded. It stroked his ego.

His many cousins and relatives he was vaguely aware of. He was the complete opposite to his older brother, and reveled in that information. He didn’t particually like his brother, and no wonder. He thoroughly disliked the fact that Sirius was the older and the heir to Walburga and Orion, since he hated and revolted against most, if not all, of the family traditions. Brotherly hatred. What else are brothers for? However, he’s still pretty pleased with the fact that his parents don’t particually seem to like Sirius’ ideals anyway.

At eleven he was given the chance to go to Hogwarts, as would fit a Black. And, again as was fitting, was sorted into the family house of Slytherin. Lovely. He was the perfect son in everything he did, he was sorted into the right house, he took up the ideals and ideas of the family, he even played on the Quiddich team for Slytherin. All in all, not a bad start to his life. At Hogwarts he discovered what could be called a cult. The Cult of Death Eaters. Where else to extend his families honor than by joining the Death Eaters. He didn’t particually mind who he told, since he ran into the cult head first, without any inhibitions. Headstrong and stubborn, d**n. So, the dark mark still burns on his arm, as it always will. But, you know, second thoughts or what-not?

||at least I've got skills[/font]

RP Sample:
The irritated tapping was starting to get on the nerves of most other people in the room. The quiet of the library was punctured every few minutes by the clacking of someone drumming their fingers on one of the glass windows. You don’t know how annoying finger tapping can be unless its been going on for the last half hour. It wasn’t that fingernails were involved and they were scraping their way down the window, it was that it was persistent. Persistence annoys more than anything else. It’s hard to block it out for one thing. The quiet reigned over again. Students went back to their books, muttering quietly to themselves. Regular as clockwork, five minutes later, a long fingered hand extended four pale fingers and began the tapping again. It wasn’t loud, it just echoed through the silences created by a thousand books.

This was boring. Stretching his arms above his head, Regulus yawned. His shock of black hair was mildly ironic, considering his last name. He brushed back a certain annoying strand from his forehead and stood up, the chair hardly making any sound. The dark eyed Slytherin made his way hence forth, stride casual, hands in the pockets of his jeans, under his cloak. The winter air was brisk and freezing cold. Technically Reggie should have been in class, History of Magic. But, he doubted whether the teacher would care if he skived. Half the class might not be there, and the teacher would drone on and on in a voice like lead. It just went straight over Regulus’ head. Not that he did actually listen half the time, but no-one else did either.

The cold was biting through his cloak, but he didn’t care. There was a class gathered around near the edge of the forest. A fire glowed in the shadows of the circle. Probably watching lizards of salamanders scamper over the ranging embers. They got dull after a while. Not that the actual fire got boring. Regulus was something of a pyromaniac. He liked to watch things burn, anything. The most he could get away with when he was smaller was setting the roof on fire until someone came and put it out, scoulding him. Now a days he had to stick to the backs of chairs in the common room. It was definitely something that made first year’s jump, when their chair suddenly burst into flame. Reggie’s breath came out in a translucent cloud, spiraling upwards.

His feet crunched on the ground, the frost breaking up under the weight. No-one around was paying much attention to him, he was just another student. There were a few seventh years that had a session off and were lurking around the trees and Lake. He walked around, his tread quiet as possible. The patch of vegetables surrounding half the forest was a perfect place. He brought out his trust wand, black wood as if it were singed around the edges. His face still a mask of calm and the fire burning in his brown eyes, he raised his wand only slightly. He gave it a flick, hardly making any noise as he commanded the magic under his breath. Across the distance from him and the Care of Magical Creatures class, the magic travelled. The fire suddenly flickered, growing colder and darker. There were mutterings around the group. Regulus gave the wand another flick and the glowing embers erupted from their base, spewing tongues of flame. The class screamed, jumping backwards, some of them trying to beat the flames from the edges of their robes. Well, it was all fun and games wasn’t it.

I recycled the post, so shoot me

[narcissa acardia black||]

'ccepted of course