application;
Your Name: T.
Your Age: 21.
Your LJ: xxx.
E-Mail: xxx.
Instant Messenger: half a lovesong.
Other Characters Played in Absolute Threshold: Ororon Gem Farrell :: The Demon Ororon :: antiking
Lucy McClane :: Die Hard :: bitchisahandful
Character: Regulus Arcturus Black.
Series: Harry Potter.
Timeline: Postmortem.
Wiki Us a Bio/History: Wiki.
Elaborate, if necessary: THINGS.
What are they bringing to Nuadoria?: His wand. 8|
Third-Person Sample: Regulus doesn't want to help hide a Horcrux, of all things - he doesn't want anything to do with one, because he knows what it is. So he doesn't know why he volunteers Kreacher to help the Dark Lord, except someone has to and a couple of the others are looking at him and he needs to look good, and he's too weak to refuse.
He's always too weak, and so he turns Kreacher over to the monster in the darkness - and it takes Kreacher in a heap at his feet, sobbing, to break him.
He's still weak but he knows what he needs to do, so he helps Kreacher regain his senses and gets to work. It's easy enough to make a copy of the locket while he's still angry, to write a letter and stuff it inside, to charm it and all else that he needs to, locked in his room and building plans. It's harder to go through with it, and harder still to not tell anyone what he's doing.
He downs a calming potion in one draught the next night as he pockets the fake. It steadies him enough so that his hands don't tremble as he kisses his mother on the cheek when she tells him goodnight - she smells of the soap she uses, and her hair brushes his cheek when he moves away. She looks surprised at the sudden affection, but he just shrugs. He wonders briefly whether she'd be proud of him if she knew.
The Dark Mark burns as black as pitch on his arm, but tonight he won't heed its call. It hurts, but the pain helps steady him almost as well as the potion did.
His room is quiet, but that doesn't matter - he's meant to be asleep, and he'll be gone soon enough. So he just calls for Kreacher and tells himself that he's not weak.
He knows what lies beneath the lake, but it's what must be done.
First-Person Sample: [ there's some quiet movement - whoever it is, they're sopping wet if you judge by the sounds they're making. he coughs, wetly, but it stops after a short, violent fit. ]
Merlin's tits.
[ it's raspy, but he's clearly talking into the communicator on purpose. he sounds haughty despite also sounding rather ill. he's been here for a while, but he took the time to figure out how to work the thing first. ]
Muggle things, if anything... Blast it. Ah.
I would appreciate it if someone could inform me further as to the manner of this place - Nuadoria, was it.
Your Age: 21.
Your LJ: xxx.
E-Mail: xxx.
Instant Messenger: half a lovesong.
Other Characters Played in Absolute Threshold: Ororon Gem Farrell :: The Demon Ororon :: antiking
Lucy McClane :: Die Hard :: bitchisahandful
Character: Regulus Arcturus Black.
Series: Harry Potter.
Timeline: Postmortem.
Wiki Us a Bio/History: Wiki.
Elaborate, if necessary: THINGS.
What are they bringing to Nuadoria?: His wand. 8|
Third-Person Sample: Regulus doesn't want to help hide a Horcrux, of all things - he doesn't want anything to do with one, because he knows what it is. So he doesn't know why he volunteers Kreacher to help the Dark Lord, except someone has to and a couple of the others are looking at him and he needs to look good, and he's too weak to refuse.
He's always too weak, and so he turns Kreacher over to the monster in the darkness - and it takes Kreacher in a heap at his feet, sobbing, to break him.
He's still weak but he knows what he needs to do, so he helps Kreacher regain his senses and gets to work. It's easy enough to make a copy of the locket while he's still angry, to write a letter and stuff it inside, to charm it and all else that he needs to, locked in his room and building plans. It's harder to go through with it, and harder still to not tell anyone what he's doing.
He downs a calming potion in one draught the next night as he pockets the fake. It steadies him enough so that his hands don't tremble as he kisses his mother on the cheek when she tells him goodnight - she smells of the soap she uses, and her hair brushes his cheek when he moves away. She looks surprised at the sudden affection, but he just shrugs. He wonders briefly whether she'd be proud of him if she knew.
The Dark Mark burns as black as pitch on his arm, but tonight he won't heed its call. It hurts, but the pain helps steady him almost as well as the potion did.
His room is quiet, but that doesn't matter - he's meant to be asleep, and he'll be gone soon enough. So he just calls for Kreacher and tells himself that he's not weak.
He knows what lies beneath the lake, but it's what must be done.
First-Person Sample: [ there's some quiet movement - whoever it is, they're sopping wet if you judge by the sounds they're making. he coughs, wetly, but it stops after a short, violent fit. ]
Merlin's tits.
[ it's raspy, but he's clearly talking into the communicator on purpose. he sounds haughty despite also sounding rather ill. he's been here for a while, but he took the time to figure out how to work the thing first. ]
Muggle things, if anything... Blast it. Ah.
I would appreciate it if someone could inform me further as to the manner of this place - Nuadoria, was it.