Post by avyx on May 15, 2012 23:15:23 GMT
regulus arcturus black
full name: regulus arcturus black
age: fifteen
year: fifth
birthday: 19/05/1961
blood line: pureblood
occupation: n/a
former / house: slytherinunicorn hair core, cherry wood, 13" :wand
lyra, male, british shorthair :familiar
nimbus 1000 :broom
house of black, slytherin, slytherin quidditch team, slug club :loyalties
a b l a c k
Branded a Black from the moment he was conceived, Regulus was taught from a young age to not take that title for granted; that it was a proud and noble name to uphold and that certain expectations came with such a bold and pure name. Nothing is more important than the Noble House of Black. Traditions, values and loyalty to the family name and its superior status are everything. Anything and everyone who disgraces or is not of the Black name is to be deemed inferior and essentially unworthy. By tradition, they promote the preservation of the old pureblood families, primarily of their own. By value, they put utmost importance in their family and its name and by loyalty, no one comes between a Black and his loved ones. a s o n
In light of Sirius' disinheritance, this title has become a much more prominent one to uphold. As the youngest and now, the only deem-able, legitimate heir to the Black dynasty, Regulus stands to uphold the traditions of the family name and the name itself, driven by the values of what that very well means. He has always done well to soak up his parents ideals and was always the favoured son because of it - which left little to be said when he was required to step into the role of his elder brother. Regulus' relationship with his father is an agreeable one, albeit cold and distant by nature. His mother on the other hand - even more so now, smothers him with a somewhat abnormal presentation of love. He cares deeply for her despite this - and further will go to great lengths to accommodate her, despite her becoming state of suggested insanity; an assumed result from the effects of disinheriting her eldest son.a b r o t h e r
Sibling rivalry fairs to a much greater degree, of a very different sort when it comes to Regulus and his elder brother. As childhood innocence promotes no immediate contingency, they got along as siblings are inclined to, until it become apparent who the favoured one was. And while to a child it might not mean anything more than momentary neglect and to some degrees - abuse, the road of adolescence is a far less forgiving one - where opinions and reflections begin to shed light on the reality of it all. His brothers increasingly apparent views as they ventured into such a world and his loosening ties with the family in turn left the younger sibling to root with a dark, internal jealousy - particularly towards Potter and his friends, and betrayal beyond all else. Regulus while perhaps once a child who once admired his older brother, had lost all sense of such the moment Sirius began to abandon what it meant to be a Black, disappointed by this and covertly hurt beyond all else. Hardened by this, while he does not hate his brother, he no longer deems him worthy of his name and resorts to treating him unkindly for it. a r e l a t i v e
Bellatrix, Andromeda, Narcissa, his aunts, his uncles and the greater stretches of the family tree. As long as they maintain their pride as a noble Black should and do not disgrace the name, he preserves his individual perceptions. Regulus will go to great lengths to protect his family, his loyalty and devotion, his blood - but that does not mean his feelings for these people are always kind ones. Bellatrix has always stood a threat to the name in his eyes - far too driven by the drug of an others fear. Andromeda, while proud and proper as a Black should be, had left him with something to question. As for Narcissa, he is most accustomed to her presence of the three, and quite possibly prefers to be in her company as opposed to the others, if only for the fact that they are in the same year. However, he chooses no favourites. If ever the case where any of them were to come into harms way, he would do as expected of a loyal Black and come to aid, regardless. an i n d i v i d u a l
A considerable shadow to his brothers reckless popularity, it might not always be easy at first glance to pick him out from a crowd, but for an observationalist he is an easy find when you know where to look. Regulus is the type of person that is essentially, always alone even in the presence of others. He is the type that radiates with an exceeding amount of pride and stands with conditioned nobility. He regards the majority with disdain, blood traitors, muggleborns primarily, though purebloods have received such treatment as well if their values or their actions prove to be improper of the Black's definition of a pureblood. That being said, there a very few people he respects. And even that respect only goes so far. It is most accurate to describe his relations with others to be an obligation, rather than a necessity and while he may show devoted loyalty to those he finds himself caring about, he has never so much as needed another person and for that he contains much of his thought process and remains yet to be in the habit of letting anyone in - very much preferring it that way. Because of this, he is actively, and knowingly seeks reasons to dislike others.In most everything he does, he is a perfectionist - the prim and proper mind-frame drilled effectively into him since he was a child. From how he aligns the contents in his trunk to how he fairs in school and Quidditch, his pride vastly reflecting on this. In general, alongside his arrogant, unfriendly stance and distinctly cold impression, he denies the claims of being blatantly harsh without cause. While it is indeed a factor, he maintains varying degrees of self-control - his Black pride standing as his most stubborn asset. With that in mind, he is not actively vicious and by no means is entirely a heartless individual. But if he feels threatened or feels that someone is a threat to his family or a love one, he will not hesitate to inflict varying degrees of pain on someone - though the intent is never to torture, merely to put a person in their place and to remind them what it means to mess with a Black.
In regards to how he fairs sexually, there is much to be considered. In tune with the fact that he is a prude, Regulus maintains clear devotion to his family and any underlying sexual indication is massively suppressed by the sole fact that he is to be married with a pureblood worthy of the Black title - the equation of love not an expected factor. For that reason he has never considered trivial matters, such as dating or entertaining the thought, inclined to believe that a woman will be decided for him to bare his children and carry on the Black name when the time comes. Some might go so far as to consider him asexual, however, puberty doesn't always make it so simple. In light of this, Regulus has become disturbingly aware of undermining thoughts in regards to certain aesthetic appeals of the same sex. And while this has posed some concern internally, it remains to be irrelevant as he fully intends to commit to his family and maintaining his bloodline.
a s l y t h e r i n
As expected by family name alone, it came to be a great relief to his parents when their second son was sorted into Slytherin - subsequent to the disappointment of Sirius being sorted into Gryffindor. As such, there are several traits classifying himself appropriate of the title. Along with self-preservation, ambition and the preservation of tradition, he is an intellect as well. As a Slytherin he has become associated with the Slytherin Quidditch team, currently placed as a seeker.a d e a t h e a t e r
Not yet an official Death Eater, Regulus is a firm supporter in the values of the Dark Lord in regards to pureblood supremacy. As such, Regulus has been known to collect news article clippings and the like on the growing organization and pays close attention to its movement. He fully intends to join the Death Eaters in the near future. His parents have shown support in this as well, agreeing with the ideals of the Dark Lord, despite not being Death Eaters themselves.[/ul][/size]alias: avyx
gender: female
rp sample:
Between distinct wails of laughter and the ambiguity of inc comprehensive babble, the courtyard was every bit full of life. Students crowded the grounds, huddled in their various groupings, moving about or stationary - socialization being the more common theme. Few scattered on their own, hunched over a book, reading or scribbling away in one for school or purely for fun. The focal point of the onlooker however, was set on a group of four boys, two fairly lax in form and smiles abound while the other two hunched over what was assumed to be homework, occasionally looking up to accommodate the whims of their friends. They were the marauders, the infamous four. Peter Pettigrew; a coward who hid behind the others, Remus Lupin; a boy with poorly placed loyalties, James Potter; vain and far too confidant for his own good and Sirius Black; his brother. Regulus watched the group as he so often found himself doing, eyes narrowed with a dark jealousy and a festered bitterness that had grown to acquaint itself with his elder brother. His lips thinned flatly, the heavy glare gone unacknowledged from beneath his fringe.
It only deepened as Sirius - face bright with unspoken glee, hung his arm around the Potter boy. He had always been so openly affectionate with him and the others; always showed a deep loyalty and an unfathomable love for them, and it had always left Regulus with the distinct impression that Sirius had never felt that way about his family. Potter was more of a brother to him - that had become very clear to him over the years of watching from the shadows. And it was a fact that he had always swallowed with bitten betrayal. Blood, in Sirius' mind was clearly, not thicker than water. The Noble House of Black meant nothing to him after everything they had been raised to believe. Why was it that Sirius had become the exact opposite of himself? His placement on family values had always been skewed, so plainly dismissive. And Regulus had never understood that. He never understood why these friends his brother valued so much more than his family, had made him so happy. And he was not in the habit of finding out.
A breeze, coaxing his hair from its curls, brushed against his angled cheeks before settling mutely back into place. Sirius, in light of his poor judgment and disappointing values was no longer apart of the Black house. Chased out and burned from the family tree, Regulus was now the only legitimate heir to the Black Estate, the only one to carry the weight of the name once his cousins were married off and his parents and extended relatives had passed on. An unlike his brother, he had no intention to disappoint. The Black name was everything to him, as it always had been. And as his eyes so darkly remained on his brother - whom was all but cut from his life, he could only solidify his resolve.
For several minutes he stood there, presence gone unnoticed from beyond the open walls of the corridor, but it was not too long before the Potter boy seemed to notice, looking up at him from where he was wedged in Sirius' arm - prompting his friend to look up as well. Regulus hardened his stare, his brother meeting his eyes. The moment the glare was returned, he smugly turned and walked away, repeating the only pattern left that linked him to his elder brother.
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