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Regan Emiliya Krum was the first born to the Bulgarian family. She would be the first of four girls; one after another. Born September 3rd to Viktor & Elena Krum she grew up a pretty normal life considering her father was a retired professional quidditch player. After Viktor fatefully lost the quidditch World Cup in 2002 he retired and settled down with a woman he later met. They eventually married and started to have kids. Regan adored her family. While growing up the sisters had close bonds and their father taught them all how to ride a broom and to play quidditch. Regan did horrible, she did not like flying or physically fighting to win points in a game. This disappointed her father but not in a way that made Regan feel ashamed. Quidditch was a big part of her father's life and he just wanted to share it with all his daughters.
Regan began to realize she was the slight outcast in the family in that she didn't share the same interests as the rest. However, she was never made to feel like she was not part of the family. Regan enjoyed reading and playing mental games. One major memory that she will not forget is whens he was around 8 years old and her father wanted to make his dream come true so he entered back onto the Bulgarian Quidditch team in 2014. He vowed he would win that year and it came true. Regan remembered being in the stands and watching excitedly with her 3 younger sisters and mother. They all had tears in their eyes when he captured the snitch and won the game.
Shortly after that it was time for Regan to attend Hogwarts where she was sorted into Ravenclaw; not much of a surprise to her. The following 3 years each one of her sisters began their own Hogwarts journey. Strangely each ended up being sorted into different houses. Although they were separate they still were close and watched over each other throughout the years. Regan made a name for herself by getting top marks and becoming a prefect. She followed the rules and although she was not completely sure what direction she wanted to go with her life just yet she knew she had the following year to figure it out. Regan received her letter of becoming Head Girl and couldn't wear her badge with any more pride if she could muster it.
After a long day at work Regan was looking for a place to sort of relax. She had some paper work to finish up but mostly she had some free time on her hands before she would head home to get some sleep. Being an Auror always meant long days and nights with little sleep. Especially if one wanted to advance in the field. Regan decided to go to the Leaky Cauldron which could be a hit or miss in the relaxing department. At times the place could be perfect to drink some coffee and grab some food while reading or completing any other task that required a quiet atmosphere. Other times it could end up being a typical pub with raging lunatics; sometimes Regan could even be one of them. Either way, Regan had become very skilled in tuning out her surroundings while noticing signs of trouble.
Entering the pub she found a seat in one of the corners next to a window. The remaining sunlight of the day was gleaming through the window which she used to her advantage to finish the report she had been working on for some time. A cold cup of coffee sat on the table keeping company with the half eaten sandwich on the plate. Dinner was never much of a meal for Regan; by this point her appetite was usually suppressed. A scattered pile of papers filled the remaining space on the oak table some had multiple red marks on them and others had pictures. Regan finished the final remarks on the report and gathered the paperwork, organizing them before placing them in a folder. She slipped the folder in her bag and grabbed the coffee. As the cold coffee hit her mouth she spit it back in the cup. Grabbing the attention of the waiter she smiled before speaking. "I guess I must of been working longer than I thought. The coffee has now gone cold and I can't stand it. Nothing like something being cold that is suppose to be hot. Just seems out of place, you know?" Regan was a bit of a motor mouth and could talk about anything to anyone. "Anyways, could I please have a new cup, if it wouldn't be too much trouble. I know you have a lot of costumers, but I am one of them, however don't feel the need to rush. I'm in no hurry, although you might be with all your costumers." Regan spewed. Grabbing the cup and handing it to the poor waiter who looked slightly annoyed. "I'm just going to run to the bathroom." She told the waiter before they turned to leave.
Regan went to the bathroom and spent a moment checking her reflection in the mirror. Her long brown hair was tied up into a quick and messy bun. She wore a white blouse, the two top buttons undone since work had ended, and a pair of black jeans. Her outfit was sort of ordinary but it was her place not to really stand out. Something Regan was use to considering she spent a lot of her time in the shadows, her nose in a book. People rarely took notice to her in the past except when she was being tormented, mostly by Archer Abner. A sneer came over her features as she thought of him. She was glad it had been a few years since she seen him last. Actually, Regan felt as if she got a bit of revenge on him during their last encounter. The fact that she had been sent to help him due to a girlfriend going nuts on him and stranding him on the roof naked was the sort of thing she needed to witness. It was her turn to poke fun at him and Regan let him have it, although she had to remain slightly professional considering she was on the job.
Giving herself a final check, Regan washed her hands and exited the bathroom. As she opened the door she immediately heard shouting and a commotion. She withdrew her wand, preparing for whatever scene she would find. Before turning the corner to survey the pub she heard the voice of someone she did not find pleasing. With a sigh she walked around the corner to see a woman, a vampire, perched on top of a pathetic excuse for a man, Archer Abner. Regan almost place her wand back in its restraints. Why on earth should she help him? She was off duty after all and it wasn't really her problem. But in all honesty Regan was not the type of person to just leave someone when they needed help even if that person was the least deserving to receive her aide. With a small flick of her wand and rather quietly Regan cast the disarming spell. She really should of just allowed the vampire to mutilate his parts however Regan knew she was doing the right thing. "Miss, as much as I know this guy is an arse, hurting him is not worth it. Actually, he really isn't worth anything. Not me helping him or you hurting him. Just think of him as an insignificant spec because giving him any type of attention, good or bad, just strokes his useless ego." Regan said to the unknown vampire as her wand fell to the floor.
REGAN EMILIYA KRUM
17 | SEVENTH YEAR | RAVENCLAW | HETEROSEXUAL | INDIA EISLEY
HISTORY
Regan Emiliya Krum was the first born to the Bulgarian family. She would be the first of four girls; one after another. Born September 3rd to Viktor & Elena Krum she grew up a pretty normal life considering her father was a retired professional quidditch player. After Viktor fatefully lost the quidditch World Cup in 2002 he retired and settled down with a woman he later met. They eventually married and started to have kids. Regan adored her family. While growing up the sisters had close bonds and their father taught them all how to ride a broom and to play quidditch. Regan did horrible, she did not like flying or physically fighting to win points in a game. This disappointed her father but not in a way that made Regan feel ashamed. Quidditch was a big part of her father's life and he just wanted to share it with all his daughters.
Regan began to realize she was the slight outcast in the family in that she didn't share the same interests as the rest. However, she was never made to feel like she was not part of the family. Regan enjoyed reading and playing mental games. One major memory that she will not forget is whens he was around 8 years old and her father wanted to make his dream come true so he entered back onto the Bulgarian Quidditch team in 2014. He vowed he would win that year and it came true. Regan remembered being in the stands and watching excitedly with her 3 younger sisters and mother. They all had tears in their eyes when he captured the snitch and won the game.
Shortly after that it was time for Regan to attend Hogwarts where she was sorted into Ravenclaw; not much of a surprise to her. The following 3 years each one of her sisters began their own Hogwarts journey. Strangely each ended up being sorted into different houses. Although they were separate they still were close and watched over each other throughout the years. Regan made a name for herself by getting top marks and becoming a prefect. She followed the rules and although she was not completely sure what direction she wanted to go with her life just yet she knew she had the following year to figure it out. Regan received her letter of becoming Head Girl and couldn't wear her badge with any more pride if she could muster it.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
After a long day at work Regan was looking for a place to sort of relax. She had some paper work to finish up but mostly she had some free time on her hands before she would head home to get some sleep. Being an Auror always meant long days and nights with little sleep. Especially if one wanted to advance in the field. Regan decided to go to the Leaky Cauldron which could be a hit or miss in the relaxing department. At times the place could be perfect to drink some coffee and grab some food while reading or completing any other task that required a quiet atmosphere. Other times it could end up being a typical pub with raging lunatics; sometimes Regan could even be one of them. Either way, Regan had become very skilled in tuning out her surroundings while noticing signs of trouble.
Entering the pub she found a seat in one of the corners next to a window. The remaining sunlight of the day was gleaming through the window which she used to her advantage to finish the report she had been working on for some time. A cold cup of coffee sat on the table keeping company with the half eaten sandwich on the plate. Dinner was never much of a meal for Regan; by this point her appetite was usually suppressed. A scattered pile of papers filled the remaining space on the oak table some had multiple red marks on them and others had pictures. Regan finished the final remarks on the report and gathered the paperwork, organizing them before placing them in a folder. She slipped the folder in her bag and grabbed the coffee. As the cold coffee hit her mouth she spit it back in the cup. Grabbing the attention of the waiter she smiled before speaking. "I guess I must of been working longer than I thought. The coffee has now gone cold and I can't stand it. Nothing like something being cold that is suppose to be hot. Just seems out of place, you know?" Regan was a bit of a motor mouth and could talk about anything to anyone. "Anyways, could I please have a new cup, if it wouldn't be too much trouble. I know you have a lot of costumers, but I am one of them, however don't feel the need to rush. I'm in no hurry, although you might be with all your costumers." Regan spewed. Grabbing the cup and handing it to the poor waiter who looked slightly annoyed. "I'm just going to run to the bathroom." She told the waiter before they turned to leave.
Regan went to the bathroom and spent a moment checking her reflection in the mirror. Her long brown hair was tied up into a quick and messy bun. She wore a white blouse, the two top buttons undone since work had ended, and a pair of black jeans. Her outfit was sort of ordinary but it was her place not to really stand out. Something Regan was use to considering she spent a lot of her time in the shadows, her nose in a book. People rarely took notice to her in the past except when she was being tormented, mostly by Archer Abner. A sneer came over her features as she thought of him. She was glad it had been a few years since she seen him last. Actually, Regan felt as if she got a bit of revenge on him during their last encounter. The fact that she had been sent to help him due to a girlfriend going nuts on him and stranding him on the roof naked was the sort of thing she needed to witness. It was her turn to poke fun at him and Regan let him have it, although she had to remain slightly professional considering she was on the job.
Giving herself a final check, Regan washed her hands and exited the bathroom. As she opened the door she immediately heard shouting and a commotion. She withdrew her wand, preparing for whatever scene she would find. Before turning the corner to survey the pub she heard the voice of someone she did not find pleasing. With a sigh she walked around the corner to see a woman, a vampire, perched on top of a pathetic excuse for a man, Archer Abner. Regan almost place her wand back in its restraints. Why on earth should she help him? She was off duty after all and it wasn't really her problem. But in all honesty Regan was not the type of person to just leave someone when they needed help even if that person was the least deserving to receive her aide. With a small flick of her wand and rather quietly Regan cast the disarming spell. She really should of just allowed the vampire to mutilate his parts however Regan knew she was doing the right thing. "Miss, as much as I know this guy is an arse, hurting him is not worth it. Actually, he really isn't worth anything. Not me helping him or you hurting him. Just think of him as an insignificant spec because giving him any type of attention, good or bad, just strokes his useless ego." Regan said to the unknown vampire as her wand fell to the floor.
