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[Irving Theodore Regulus]

Irving Theodore Regulus !

Ivy is joining us from Vienna, Austria. This 24 year old is going to celebrate his next birthday on the 1st of August. He is usually very quiet, aloof, and sarcastic, and is really quite good at toxicology. His problem is with his "minor" pyromaniac streak, as well as his tendency to be a total jerk. Tsk tsk. Welcome to OF MYTH AND MEN, hun.

full name: Irving Theodore Regulus
celeb face: Ben Barnes
member group: Creatures (Basilisk)
age: 24
likes: poisons, fire, alcohol (drinking), board games, and lamb.
dislikes: most people, mongooses and weasels, the ocean, most modern technology, and coconuts.

personality:

If you go to the American university in Vienna, Austria and ask about a guy named "Irving", most students will probably scoff and sneer. They may also provide you with 'loner', 'sociopath', 'jerk', and other words that are too colorful to be posted here.
"He doesn't talk to anyone," they might add. "But, when he does, he's not exactly a nice guy."
His teachers have described him as being a diligent and admirable student, albeit having a superiority complex and lacking in social skills. His science professor may also note the amount of time Irving spends in the lab with toxins that he brings from outside the school.
"I've warned him about it time and time again… he is always very safe with them, yes, but I can't help shake a highly suspicious feeling around him…"
On a good day, one may catch the boy's few redeeming qualities. He is highly intelligent, observant, and has a good sense of empathy. He does not have anyone that he considers a friend, though there have been a few who he tolerates more than others.
He also enjoys the occasional cigarette. Not because of the nicotine or anything, no, he can't stand the stuff; however, he likes it for the fact that it is one of the very few times where he can flick his lighter on in public. He will also offer a light to random people just for this as well.

history:

To be the son of a mistress is a strange position to be in.
Irving Theodore Regulus was born to Leyla Momani-Refai, a Jordanian woman whose family lived in Salzburg. She met his father, Reginald Panos, while he was on a business trip in Austria. They had a fling, and that was when Leyla found out that Reginald was married. Although she was initially furious at him, he promised to take responsibility for his actions. He would not divorce his current wife, nor did he have the ability to take Leyla as a second wife; however, he promised to financially support her the same way a real husband would. The idea disgusted her, but the woman then agreed.
A few years into this affair, Irving popped out. Reginald was overjoyed, to the surprise of his mistress. Apparently, he was yet to have a son from his wife, and the birth of this boy gave him great pride. It also gave Leyla a brand-new, fully furnished apartment in the centre of Vienna, where she was going to raise her newborn child. Irving grew up speaking English and German, with only a little bit of Arabic. His mother had decided that these were languages that he would need while grown up in the city.
As he grew up, his mother began to notice a few oddities about her son. Although he was a fast learner, he was not very social. In fact, the only person he wanted to be held by was her. His intelligence impressed his father very much, and he was often given many books to read. He particularly loved books about chemistry, and soon began pursuing it as a field of study in his school.
His mother had always been proud of her intelligent son, but she was also very worried. He barely spoke to other people, hardly left the house if not for school, and on a few occasions she had caught him trying to do chemistry in his bathroom. On the day of his High School graduation, she had him enrolled into the American private university in the city, and his father bought him a studio apartment so that he could move out.

The day was his first day of university. He had barely survived all the namby-pamby getting to know you bull that his various professors had tried to pull with them. He was just happy to finally be free for the rest of the afternoon. On his way down the hallway, he paused to peer into the empty science lab. The teacher's assistant was just clearing up the tables. She was a pretty girl with long, wavy brown hair tied in a ponytail. He entered, smiling faintly, asking if it were possible for him to use the room for a little bit. The girl was easily charmed. He was quite the eye candy as long as he was nice.
He began to experiment with the chemicals that were lying around the room, not even checking to see what they were. All he knew was that there was a part of him on the inside that was loving this, the inability to tell what was going to happen riled him up more and more. The girl, finally aware of what he was doing, began to panic, trying to get his attention and ask him to leave. That was when it happened…
He turned and looked at her, his eyes so intense that she froze in her place. They were not the eyes of anyone show as normal… or human. He let out a guttural clicking noise, a mutates squawk overlaid by the fierce hissing of a snake. The Bunsen burner's flame died out immediately, and Irving turned off the gas and left the room.
The next day, the security guards found the girl's body with chemicals from lab equipment laced with her fingerprints. Poison had seeped through her skin and left her veins a dark black. Her bones had seemingly fused together, holding her still standing in rigor mortis… cold and hard as stone. There was almost no question that she had tampered with the chemicals herself, but it stumped the mortician as to why and how the chemicals had affected her like this. It just was not natural.
When Irving heard about it through the whispers of his classmates, he stayed silent. He went home and looked at himself, a strange awakening that growing in his soul as he realized and spoke very softly to his bathroom mirror… "I am a basilisk".

Irving currently lives alone, with the occasional visit form his mother. He changed his last name at his mother's request when he turned 20. The rest of his family on both sides still does not know that he exists. He is in the middle of gaining his Masters Degree in Toxicological Sciences.

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From Blackwood Asylum…

Lately I've been growing listless // I've been dreaming again of the past
- Mary Chapin Carpenter, John Doe 24

Patient #24 currently under observation, in the South-Western area of the garden for her afternoon walk as usual. Current emotional state was positive; however, it seems as though she fell from into a depression. She dropped precisely ten minutes into the walk and shows no sign of any physical injury from the fall. Patient attire is a brown variant of the patient's standard dressing gown and a large twill jacket, barefoot. Appetite during lunch has not shown any changes since the past week, possibly due to the change of morning medication. Possible switch back is being negotiated. Hospital staff are currently being contacted to carry patient back indoors.

Engaging patient.

She had received the jacket in the main just yesterday. Like her violin, no one knew who it was from or where they had sent it from. The only way the staff were able to tell that it was for her was due to a photo of #24 attached to the package. The photos were not very recent, being reminiscent of the patient prior to her admission into Blackwood. Whenever asked for her memory of the photo, she always gave different answers, likewise to the photo that appeared with her violin. When she got the jacket, she was very happy. She had spent the previous day touching its fabric, turning it inside out, and just surveying from as many angles as it would allow her. She had even gone as far as sleeping with it beside her.

Now, there was a void in her mind, and she could not feel her way out of it. All around her, #24 felt as if her world was slowly caving in on itself. She stared up at the sky, unblinking as the air pressed her deeper and deeper into the earth. Breathing was a chore, and so was moving, the sun beat down on her dry skin, slowly cooking her like a newly slaughtered chicken.

The jacket smelled like dust and rain, hovering around her head. She could have sworn that she could almost see the smell's colors clamoring and wafting in her peripheral vision. The sound of thunder began to ring in her ears accompanied by horse hooves trotting on metal flooring. Despite the bright, sunny day, #24 felt as if it were becoming cloudier and darker. A wave of cold air seemed to ripple through her body, and she shuddered with just enough energy to lightly clutch the sleeve openings of her jacket in eager desperation.

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