FC: MARK EYDELSHTEYN || 18 || PUREBLOOD || DEATH EATER
Occupation: Heir of the most Ancient and Noble House of Black, Curse Consultant
Former Hogwarts House: Slytherin
Aesthetics: the dull echo of waves on a stone-cold shore, the biting chill of the air as it sticks to the back of your throat, the comforts of a mask well-contructed. silk sheets cover every mirror and books cover every table, and still the answers elude you, and still you are left with only yourself to answer to.
For years now, it has been pride, and nothing but pride, that has kept Regulus unmarked and on the outer fringes of the Death Eater’s ranks. To Regulus, it is a disgrace for a Black to kneel before any, to be inferior to any living wizard. But Voldemort’s knowledge had been the most tempting bait in the trap, and years of solitude and perceived inferiority drove Regulus into the arms of the Death Eaters all the same. Every proper pureblood male heir has taken the mark, and he needed to prove himself as such, in the looming shadow of his brother.
He is still a Death Eater, of course - he’d be a dead man to defect. But it is not what he wanted, nor imagined. There are no intellectual debates or pursuits for the betterment of pure wizard culture - there is only one man holding the power in the Dark Lord’s future wizarding Britain. No self-respecting Black should ever so easily concede to another wizard, and as seemingly the only self-respecting Black who remains, Regulus is beginning to get it in his head that someone should really hold the Dark Lord under more scrutiny. He is beginning to wonder at who the man was before he called himself Lord Voldemort. He is beginning to wonder more at those boasts of immortality, of strength unrivaled … and he thinks, in his most private thoughts, that the Dark Lord outpaces him only in arrogance, not in intelligence. For Regulus is arrogant, indeed, and he knows he’d have been a Ravenclaw if not for his insatiable hunger to use that knowledge, to do something with it - to do something about it.
He graduates and throws himself into study, and collects those whispers and those doubts, and studies some more. He is not a favoured son, and not a favoured Death Eater. The most prestigious thing Lord Voldemort has ever done is borrow his house-elf. To go further along the path of immortality than anyone else …
Regulus Black will bide his time, and make his connections. He has decided, with all of the arrogance he knows may one day be his downfall, that he’s going to be the one to do something about it.