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Reggie is a compact figure, standing at around 5 feet tall. His frame is small and agile, a testament to a danger-prone life and love for physical activities. His brown-black hair is kept long at the insistence of his mother, framing a face defined by sharp features and a determined expression. Icy-blue eyes, inherited from his father, hold a sparkle of amusement and joy that shows his youth.
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Reggie's mind is a tornado of curiosity and daring, fueled by the division of his parent's thoughts about him, he wrestles with loving himself like his mother did and hating himself like his father did. He masks this with happiness and ecstasy at the most simple things, and enjoys feeling the pain of physical activity to drown out the depressive thoughts that his brain cracks open at any given moment.
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----History----
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Reginald, also known as Reggie to anyone who talked to him for over 30 seconds, had always been an adrenaline junkie, a boy who chased dopamine in the most physical ways imaginable, despite his mother trying her hardest to keep him safe. He always saw his body as the only thing that would never betray him. The magic his mother showed him wasn't what helped him beat back those bullies. It was his body that never gave up on him, from the day he was born till now.
Born to a muggle father and a magical mother, Reggie's early years were filled with custody battles between his parents. His father, unable to cope with the fact that his mother was a witch who could obliterate him with a swish and flick, resorted to other ways of forgetting the pain after gaining custody of the boy because of his mother's quite incomplete muggle records, being a member of the magical community.
This, and his already quite unstable mindset, led his father to become more outgoing in the ways he expressed his displeasure. Although it never went further than the verbal side, that was more than enough for young Reggie, a boy of barely 7 now, to crack. "Why did I even try to get you.... You'll never be anything!" His father said as he downed his drink, sitting at the same table Reggie was on.
"N-No...." And the incident that had transpired after those words were spoken is something he refuses to speak about ever again. This incident led to custody being given to his only other known relative, Irelia Drake, his mother. This was done at the insistence of his father, who was too scared to keep that monster in his house any longer than necessary. Alcohol or not, he still valued his life.
Irelia held her son close as she whispered that it's all going to be okay in his ears as they left the courtroom. Growing up under the care of his mother, Reggie's fascination with magic only grew stronger, overshadowing his dependence on his physicality. Despite his mother's reluctance to support his more outrageous aspirations, Reggie was told of his heritage and his family, at least at a base level.
The Drakes were known for taming and beating dragons down for society's benefit, a fearless, powerful family with no limits. But these weren't the footsteps he wanted to follow. No. If he was going to do something, he would do what he promised his father he'd do. He would make something of himself without other people helping him. Not his mother. Not his family. Not anyone. And just because he's a Drake doesn't mean he has to go wrestle dragons to make it big in this world.
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Magic swirled around him as he held his head on the table. He felt like this before. That time before... When his mother used magic next to him...
"I CAN BE SOMETHING TOO!" As the scream wrenched its way out of Reggie's throat, he looked up to see his table ripped apart and broken on the ground, a part of it stuck to his father's thigh as he lay on the ground, looking like a scared cat, staring at his son, staring at the monster he had birthed with that witch.
His father screamed at the top of his lungs, leading all their neighbors to come rushing in, quickly calling an emergency number for aid and helping his father through his injuries. Meanwhile, Reggie's eyes never left his hands as tears streamed down his face, a small smile forced its way onto his face. He had done that. Somehow.
Made by @Marcie Reaves
Last edited by Reginald Drake on 23 Feb 2024, 14:54, edited 12 times in total.
