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treatinferiors) wrote2021-08-07 11:35 am
treatinferiors) wrote2021-08-07 11:35 am
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Character: Regulus Arcturus Black
Fandom: Harry Potter
Character Notes:
History:
Regulus was born only two years after his brother, Sirius. They were both born into one of the premier pureblooded families, The Blacks. But while Sirius ultimately and repeatedly rebelled against his family’s prejudices, Regulus succumbed to them. He was sorted into Slytherin when he arrives at Hogwarts. He played seeker for the house’s quidditch team, and met a lot of people that sound a lot like his family. He collected clippings of the Dark Lord Voldemort’s rise to power, and he became a Death Eater at the age of sixteen. He and his family were very proud of this achievement.
About a year later, when he’s about seventeen years old, he volunteers a house elf in service of Voldemort’s latest scheme. Their family had one named Kreacher, and Regulus was very kind to him. He summoned Kreacher to the kitchen, explained what an honor this mission must be, and gave him orders to fulfill whatever task he’s meant to do and then come home. Sometime in the night, for nerves or some unknown reason, Regulus summoned Kreacher home. As it turns out, Voldemort tested a horrible, tormenting potion on the house elf and left him to die. Only Regulus’ summons saved Kreacher from becoming food for the Inferi. Regulus, stricken by all this, worried intensely, ordered Kreacher not to leave the house, and did some very important research. Namely, into Horcruxes. He’s most likely the first person in the entire series to know Voldemort made them, as a matter of fact.
His research left him with only one course of action to atone for his role in Voldemort’s evil ways. One night, he found Kreacher in his cupboard and ordered him to take him to the cave where Voldemort hid his Horcrux. They journeyed to the cave, Kreacher leading the way, and eventually found the basin which contained the locket and the potion. Regulus took a similar looking locket with him, in which he’d written a letter to the Dark Lord. He ordered Kreacher to swap the lockets once he finished with the potion, leave without him, not tell his family what happened, and to destroy the Horcrux.
Regulus drank the entire potion by himself; the potion caused the drinker to relive their worst memories. Kreacher swapped the lockets as ordered, but before anything else could happen, Regulus was dragged under water and killed by the Inferi.
Personality:
Most of what we know about Regulus comes secondhand from Sirius and Kreacher. As such, I’ve expanded upon the traits represented in their accounts to, hopefully, paint an accurate picture of his behavior.
Regulus is a dutiful son who believes his parents’ philosophy towards muggles almost completely. When he joins the Death Eaters, he is proud of his achievement, and he’s noted to have kept clippings about Lord Voldemort in his room. Sirius calls him ‘soft enough to believe them’ in regards to his parents anti-muggle prejudice, and as he was sorted into Slytherin, it can be assumed that he hasn’t come into much actual conflict over his opinions. True, it doesn’t justify his bigotry in any capacity, but it’s still worth acknowledging how much his environment may have shaped him. He also possesses a great deal of kindness in spite of this. This kind streak is first and foremost represented in his care and compassion shown towards Kreacher, his house-elf. Considering that Sirius is the one who claims you can judge a person by how they treat their inferiors, this is very, very significant. It shows that he cares for people beyond his personal ambitions. It’s also notable that when he commits his ultimate act of defiance to Lord Voldemort, he insists on not informing his family what happened so that none of them can come to any harm.
His brother continually thought Regulus was murdered for getting cold feet and leaving the Death Eaters. So, it seems likely to assume that he had mixed opinions about his service to Lord Voldemort even before the Heel Realization moment. He does, in fact, possess a conscience, and upon realizing the depths of Voldemort’s evil, instantly decides to atone for his role in it. He’s determined and quietly brave, and he tries to sabotage the Dark Lord without telling anyone or expecting any sort of reward or acknowledgement of his actions. He’s ultimately selfless, willing to give his life simply because the Dark Lord tormented his house elf, an act that even some of the other heroes in this series would probably not undertake. Considering that he also drank the noxious potion that guarded the horcrux in question and did so entirely on his own, he has to be very determined, indeed.
Regulus is a kind, noble person at heart. Once that heart gets exposed after years of believing lies upon lies, it’s staggering how far he’s willing to go to for the sake of others.
Other: I’m taking him from the year between when he joins the Death Eaters and when he dies.
Additional Links: Wiki here
First Person (entry type):
I found a wallet on the side of the road this morning. Not well kept, obviously, or it wouldn’t have been there in the first place, but the stitches held it together well enough. There wasn’t much in it, not that I can recall, maybe twenty pounds and some photographs that didn’t move the way they ought. A few cards with numbers on them, too. That seemed very odd to me, but I suppose muggles are allowed their oddities.
I left it in the road where I found it. I’m not entirely sure what you’re supposed to do with a lost wallet, but it seemed like a reasonable idea at the time. If the owner misses it, they’ll return for it, and if they don’t, surely someone else will pocket it sooner or later.
Third Person:
Regulus is used to the tapestry. A familiar, known quality, even as the names stitched upon it come and go. He remembers, dimly, that he used to have another cousin. Another one, besides Bellatrix, who defied augury, and besides Narcissa, who looked down upon it. But there was a ruckus in the hall, and by the time he left his room to see what had happened, the black spot went up and Regulus was not to speak of her any longer. He wondered about that for a moment, maybe two, but he knew better than to argue with Mother about such things. So he goes about his day, almost but not quite remembering that he used to have another cousin.
He remembers his older brother much more clearly. A whirl of arguments, of competitions, of right and wrong and rows that lasted for days. The eldest not living up to his name, to his history, to the tapestry hanging on the wall that proclaimed their heritage to all worthy of knowing it. His father muttered about him and his mother shouted at him and both of them cast their eyes to Regulus after the arguments. There’s a proper lad, they’d say, and he’d believe them. He remembers a day in the summer, bright and hot, when the front door slammed behind Sirius for the last time. He remembers a night in the summer, dark and hot, when the black spot burned into his brother’s name. Ever since, Regulus has no brother, and he tries not to remember him.
He is older now, almost seventeen years old, and his left arm burns the way he imagines all those black spots must. He feels the weight of all the names still upon it and the names long destroyed staring down at him. He wonders, sometimes, if it would be better to burn away or fade from it, but then he shakes his head and goes about his day, not remembering.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Character Notes:
History:
Regulus was born only two years after his brother, Sirius. They were both born into one of the premier pureblooded families, The Blacks. But while Sirius ultimately and repeatedly rebelled against his family’s prejudices, Regulus succumbed to them. He was sorted into Slytherin when he arrives at Hogwarts. He played seeker for the house’s quidditch team, and met a lot of people that sound a lot like his family. He collected clippings of the Dark Lord Voldemort’s rise to power, and he became a Death Eater at the age of sixteen. He and his family were very proud of this achievement.
About a year later, when he’s about seventeen years old, he volunteers a house elf in service of Voldemort’s latest scheme. Their family had one named Kreacher, and Regulus was very kind to him. He summoned Kreacher to the kitchen, explained what an honor this mission must be, and gave him orders to fulfill whatever task he’s meant to do and then come home. Sometime in the night, for nerves or some unknown reason, Regulus summoned Kreacher home. As it turns out, Voldemort tested a horrible, tormenting potion on the house elf and left him to die. Only Regulus’ summons saved Kreacher from becoming food for the Inferi. Regulus, stricken by all this, worried intensely, ordered Kreacher not to leave the house, and did some very important research. Namely, into Horcruxes. He’s most likely the first person in the entire series to know Voldemort made them, as a matter of fact.
His research left him with only one course of action to atone for his role in Voldemort’s evil ways. One night, he found Kreacher in his cupboard and ordered him to take him to the cave where Voldemort hid his Horcrux. They journeyed to the cave, Kreacher leading the way, and eventually found the basin which contained the locket and the potion. Regulus took a similar looking locket with him, in which he’d written a letter to the Dark Lord. He ordered Kreacher to swap the lockets once he finished with the potion, leave without him, not tell his family what happened, and to destroy the Horcrux.
Regulus drank the entire potion by himself; the potion caused the drinker to relive their worst memories. Kreacher swapped the lockets as ordered, but before anything else could happen, Regulus was dragged under water and killed by the Inferi.
Personality:
Most of what we know about Regulus comes secondhand from Sirius and Kreacher. As such, I’ve expanded upon the traits represented in their accounts to, hopefully, paint an accurate picture of his behavior.
Regulus is a dutiful son who believes his parents’ philosophy towards muggles almost completely. When he joins the Death Eaters, he is proud of his achievement, and he’s noted to have kept clippings about Lord Voldemort in his room. Sirius calls him ‘soft enough to believe them’ in regards to his parents anti-muggle prejudice, and as he was sorted into Slytherin, it can be assumed that he hasn’t come into much actual conflict over his opinions. True, it doesn’t justify his bigotry in any capacity, but it’s still worth acknowledging how much his environment may have shaped him. He also possesses a great deal of kindness in spite of this. This kind streak is first and foremost represented in his care and compassion shown towards Kreacher, his house-elf. Considering that Sirius is the one who claims you can judge a person by how they treat their inferiors, this is very, very significant. It shows that he cares for people beyond his personal ambitions. It’s also notable that when he commits his ultimate act of defiance to Lord Voldemort, he insists on not informing his family what happened so that none of them can come to any harm.
His brother continually thought Regulus was murdered for getting cold feet and leaving the Death Eaters. So, it seems likely to assume that he had mixed opinions about his service to Lord Voldemort even before the Heel Realization moment. He does, in fact, possess a conscience, and upon realizing the depths of Voldemort’s evil, instantly decides to atone for his role in it. He’s determined and quietly brave, and he tries to sabotage the Dark Lord without telling anyone or expecting any sort of reward or acknowledgement of his actions. He’s ultimately selfless, willing to give his life simply because the Dark Lord tormented his house elf, an act that even some of the other heroes in this series would probably not undertake. Considering that he also drank the noxious potion that guarded the horcrux in question and did so entirely on his own, he has to be very determined, indeed.
Regulus is a kind, noble person at heart. Once that heart gets exposed after years of believing lies upon lies, it’s staggering how far he’s willing to go to for the sake of others.
Other: I’m taking him from the year between when he joins the Death Eaters and when he dies.
Additional Links: Wiki here
First Person (entry type):
I found a wallet on the side of the road this morning. Not well kept, obviously, or it wouldn’t have been there in the first place, but the stitches held it together well enough. There wasn’t much in it, not that I can recall, maybe twenty pounds and some photographs that didn’t move the way they ought. A few cards with numbers on them, too. That seemed very odd to me, but I suppose muggles are allowed their oddities.
I left it in the road where I found it. I’m not entirely sure what you’re supposed to do with a lost wallet, but it seemed like a reasonable idea at the time. If the owner misses it, they’ll return for it, and if they don’t, surely someone else will pocket it sooner or later.
Third Person:
Regulus is used to the tapestry. A familiar, known quality, even as the names stitched upon it come and go. He remembers, dimly, that he used to have another cousin. Another one, besides Bellatrix, who defied augury, and besides Narcissa, who looked down upon it. But there was a ruckus in the hall, and by the time he left his room to see what had happened, the black spot went up and Regulus was not to speak of her any longer. He wondered about that for a moment, maybe two, but he knew better than to argue with Mother about such things. So he goes about his day, almost but not quite remembering that he used to have another cousin.
He remembers his older brother much more clearly. A whirl of arguments, of competitions, of right and wrong and rows that lasted for days. The eldest not living up to his name, to his history, to the tapestry hanging on the wall that proclaimed their heritage to all worthy of knowing it. His father muttered about him and his mother shouted at him and both of them cast their eyes to Regulus after the arguments. There’s a proper lad, they’d say, and he’d believe them. He remembers a day in the summer, bright and hot, when the front door slammed behind Sirius for the last time. He remembers a night in the summer, dark and hot, when the black spot burned into his brother’s name. Ever since, Regulus has no brother, and he tries not to remember him.
He is older now, almost seventeen years old, and his left arm burns the way he imagines all those black spots must. He feels the weight of all the names still upon it and the names long destroyed staring down at him. He wonders, sometimes, if it would be better to burn away or fade from it, but then he shakes his head and goes about his day, not remembering.