Post by regulus arcturus black on Jul 3, 2011 22:08:43 GMT -5
REGULUS ARCTURUS BLACK
THE SEEKER , FIFTEEN , SLYTHERIN , ELIJAH WOOD
LOYAL , ANXIOUS , STUDIOUS, APPROVAL SEEKING, QUICK WITTED[/CENTER]
Let them curse me to hell,
Leave it to history to tell:
What I did, I did well,
And I did it for my country.
Let them cry, "dirty traitor!"
They will understand it later-
The country is not what it was...
Leave it to history to tell:
What I did, I did well,
And I did it for my country.
Let them cry, "dirty traitor!"
They will understand it later-
The country is not what it was...
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-|PATRONUS: I’ve only summoned a patronus once in class, and was shocked to see it take the form of a large dog. The same form I saw my brother turn into once in the past. I never told my parents the form, and kept it to myself. Much like I do with my feelings of respect towards my brother. My parents can never know about those.
-|DEMENTOR: My worst memory was when my brother returned home for the first time from Hogwarts. When he told my father he had been sorted into Gryffindor, and that worse he hadn’t fought the decision, I thought our whole house was going to collapse from his screaming. It was at that point that all the pressures that had been placed on my brother as the heir to the house of black were placed on me. I’ve never gotten over the fear that I would let my parents down, and the fear of what would come from that.
-|BOGGART: My worst fear is the same as my source of most strength, my brother. In particular, I’m afraid of standing against him. With the war that is being whispered about in the streets and back allies of the wizarding world, it seems as if Sirius and I are quickly going down separate paths. I could think of no worse fear than having to face off against him.
-|MIRROR OF ERISED: I once was lucky enough to be able to view the Mirror of Erised before it was moved inside Hogwarts. Inside the mirror, I simply saw my brother, dressed in a Slytherin dress robe and standing with his arm around me. I never told my parents about this either. Instead simply joining them in their detest towards both his house and his choice in friends.
-|THE WAR:Although I have not spoken much about the war, I have begun to seek out Tom Riddle. I know that his teachings are the same that my parents have taught me since birth. I mainly hope that by joining his ranks, I will finally be able to do my parents proud, and stand out as a fitting heir to the black family.[/ul]
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EXPERIENCE 12+ Years
CONTACT PM
MEMBER TITLE The (Questioning) Prodigal Son
CHARACTER'S:
HOUSE: Slytherin
HAIR COLOR: Brown
EYE COLOR: Blue[/ul]
OTHER CHARACTERS None
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
“Regulus already had to fight burning lungs as he turned a corner in an attempt to hide from the pursuers already on his tail. The stupid mask he was wearing wasn’t helping him much at all. He had no idea how the past twenty-four hours had led to the events he just witnessed, but he didn’t have time to think about that now. All he could do now was find a place to hide, and fast. His family’s status wasn’t going to get him out of this one.
He found his hiding spot, a small alcove created by a fold in the circus tent in front of him. Turning into it, he quickly dropped the robe and mask, allowing himself to crumple into the pile, moving his hands up to his hair. It seemed like the chase was over, but the thoughts of what had just happened wouldn’t be so quick to end.
He had thought that the Dark Lord only asked himself and a few of the followers to cause a little mayhem at a carnival. To make a show of force against some of those that doubted his powers. But it was only a few minutes before that he was given his mission. A mission that he didn’t agree with, but one that he had no choice but to follow. No one wanted to encounter the wrath of the Dark Lord.
And so Regulus had followed. Wearing a mask and cloak, he had used an unforgivable curse on one of the carnival workers. Closing his eyes, he could still see the man slump over in pain as he screamed out from being tortured. But as the questions about if what he had done was right filled his head, Regulus pulled up his sleeve to see the newly christened mark on his forearm. It twisted and burned indicating the Dark Lord was happy with his performance. But Regulus wasn’t quite so certain.
”What have I gotten myself into?” Was all he could think to say. And to be honest, the question was far from being answered.”
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