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REGULUS ARCTURUS BLACK-- FIFTEEN -- SLYTHERIN
full name:Regulus Arcturus Black
nicknames:
age: Fifteen
birthplace: London
blood-type: Pureblood
sexuality: Homosexual
year/occupation: Fifth Year Slytherin Student
three words to describe character: Anxious, Over-Analyzing, Eager.
play by: Alain Delon
Summer has stretched long and drear, days of exchanging pleasantries with people who often consider him with an expression less than pleasant, or dancing with suitable girls who his feelings were certainly less than suitable. On the whole it had been a strain. Still he had done as little to distress his mother, always such a high strung women, as he could. She had even taking him away for a week of Nogtail hunting a trip she had alleged to have not felt ‘herself’ enough to embark on since the family disgrace nearly three years ago. Regulus had enjoyed the outings as little as he had back then. He loved the company of the snowy white hounds and he was much impressed by the impeccable pedigrees kept by the houndsmen, they truly knew that blood told. Yet as of the years before he found the chase to wild and the kill distasteful as for the custom of smearing the blood across your face, he had felt soiled! The human company he found more mixed he enjoyed the interest the younger children took in having a new face about but he found the bluff heartiness of the boys his age exhausting.
Thus he was not unduly upset when the jaunt had been cut short when at table one evening a witch made mention of Mrs Black’s other son... Little was said at the time, his mother showing a rare moment of restraint but later in her rooms she had ranted and raved and Regulus with a certain amount of relief made their excuses and packed. It many ways being home was an improvement, with his mother feeling incapacitated his social calendar was slashed allowing him the freedom to read, fly, and dawdle toys for his beloved Hisspitt. Not unexpectedly his father had little time for him. Regulus suspected him considering more boy than man and so little worthy of time spent on him and so it was a rare delight that upon receiving his Hogwarts letter announcing he had received the title of Quiditch Captain this year that his father had exclaimed proudly and promised him a new broom. That was Regulus task today, although to his disappointment his father pride only extended to allowing his free use of the family’s capital not to accompany on the trip, still with the opportunity to buy the new Nimbus he wasn’t complaining.
To enter the shop he was forced to push through, as politely as possible, the crowd of grubby fingered fellow Nimbus admirers uncomfortable aware as he spotted fellow students he would be one of the only ones able to afford a beauty such as the Nimbus 1001. Still the thought of having a broom such as she was the only thing distracting him from feeling sick at the thought of captaining the quiditch team, even he was not delusioned enough to consider himself an able captain. In the cool of the shop he was almost alone, one girl about his age had his pack to her as she browsed the shelves and the shop keeper himself was busy in earnest discussion with a man he suspected of being the captain of the Windborne Wasps. Enjoying the quiet of the shop with its glorious woody smells he took the opportunity to exam the 1001 at close range.
nicknames:
age: Fifteen
birthplace: London
blood-type: Pureblood
sexuality: Homosexual
year/occupation: Fifth Year Slytherin Student
three words to describe character: Anxious, Over-Analyzing, Eager.
play by: Alain Delon
Summer has stretched long and drear, days of exchanging pleasantries with people who often consider him with an expression less than pleasant, or dancing with suitable girls who his feelings were certainly less than suitable. On the whole it had been a strain. Still he had done as little to distress his mother, always such a high strung women, as he could. She had even taking him away for a week of Nogtail hunting a trip she had alleged to have not felt ‘herself’ enough to embark on since the family disgrace nearly three years ago. Regulus had enjoyed the outings as little as he had back then. He loved the company of the snowy white hounds and he was much impressed by the impeccable pedigrees kept by the houndsmen, they truly knew that blood told. Yet as of the years before he found the chase to wild and the kill distasteful as for the custom of smearing the blood across your face, he had felt soiled! The human company he found more mixed he enjoyed the interest the younger children took in having a new face about but he found the bluff heartiness of the boys his age exhausting.
Thus he was not unduly upset when the jaunt had been cut short when at table one evening a witch made mention of Mrs Black’s other son... Little was said at the time, his mother showing a rare moment of restraint but later in her rooms she had ranted and raved and Regulus with a certain amount of relief made their excuses and packed. It many ways being home was an improvement, with his mother feeling incapacitated his social calendar was slashed allowing him the freedom to read, fly, and dawdle toys for his beloved Hisspitt. Not unexpectedly his father had little time for him. Regulus suspected him considering more boy than man and so little worthy of time spent on him and so it was a rare delight that upon receiving his Hogwarts letter announcing he had received the title of Quiditch Captain this year that his father had exclaimed proudly and promised him a new broom. That was Regulus task today, although to his disappointment his father pride only extended to allowing his free use of the family’s capital not to accompany on the trip, still with the opportunity to buy the new Nimbus he wasn’t complaining.
To enter the shop he was forced to push through, as politely as possible, the crowd of grubby fingered fellow Nimbus admirers uncomfortable aware as he spotted fellow students he would be one of the only ones able to afford a beauty such as the Nimbus 1001. Still the thought of having a broom such as she was the only thing distracting him from feeling sick at the thought of captaining the quiditch team, even he was not delusioned enough to consider himself an able captain. In the cool of the shop he was almost alone, one girl about his age had his pack to her as she browsed the shelves and the shop keeper himself was busy in earnest discussion with a man he suspected of being the captain of the Windborne Wasps. Enjoying the quiet of the shop with its glorious woody smells he took the opportunity to exam the 1001 at close range.
FOOLISH -- TWENTY-ONE -- NONE
