Name: Reginald Blackwood
Race/Type/Job? Lycanthrope / History Professor and Crypto zoologist
Relationship Status: Divorced
Personality: Many describe Reggie as a belligerent drunk who retains insane amounts of useless information. In his rare moments of sober clarity, he’s kind, sarcastic, and usually depressed about life in general. He loves teaching, but loves the bottle more and has a self destructive mentality.
Build: Out of Shape
Hair: Various shades of grey, brown, and black
General Appearance: “Let’s just say, no one’s going to want to see me naked any time soon. That’s what happens when you get old. Everything sags, and you get quite flabby in all the spots you don’t want to. Other than my soft flabbiness I like to keep myself in a light state of dishevelment. Yes, I’ll wear a suit now and again, but it really doesn’t help any.”
Equipment & Skills: Due to Reginald’s long life he has a rather extensive memory that allows him to call upon bits of information and such that usually gets him out of a bundle. If all else fails sheer strength and grappling experience usually stalls his opponent long enough for him to formulate a plan.
History: “I was just three months old when my parents died. In that St.Louis Tornado,” Reginald blinks and waves his hand as if to dismiss his statement. “You wouldn’t remember, it was way before your time. But I bet you’re wondering how an orphan baby from St.Louis becomes the blubbering British fool before you. My good old Aunt Milfie, who is the exact opposite of a MILF I tell you, came from the motherland, England, to care for her poor little nephew. In all honesty I would’ve taken the orphanage had I been given a choice. Aunt Mildfred was a bit of a loony. And I thought that even more so when she told me what I was on my thirteenth birthday. This is right before I go off to boarding school, and she was letting me know as a sort of waaarning. It was a don’t go around crushing your schoolmates, darling, type of thing.”
Reggie stops and kicks back a shot glass of tequila. There are several empty shot glasses littering the table in front of him.
“Aunt Milfred was supposed to come and get me from that hell hole when I turned sixteen, but after the Titanic sunk she wasn’t getting on anything that claimed it would float across the ocean, icebergs or not. So I’m stuck in England and eventually I go off to explore and such. It was around then that I began manifesting. Only thing is I’m one of those fucking feline saps that can’t shift. Isn’t that a bitch?”
Reggie shakes his head and sighs, looking for another full shot glass. When he realizes that he drank all of his shots he waived for more.
“My life was really one big blur after that. Yeah, I went to college, and that’s when I really became fascinated with my kind and history. I shacked up with a biologist for a while and came into contact with an Indian couple, on their way to America. Little did I know that I’d be running into their kin years later. I didn’t go back to the US until after the sixties died down. England was too sexy for me to leave then. Yes, the sixties were very sexy. I used to be sexy actually, but I’ve kind of gone into self destruct mode. Did y’know that it’s practically impossible to drink yourself to death? I’ve done the fandango on my liver; don’t get me wrong, but the fucker just keeps on working. Anyways, that explains the grey, the flab, and the self loathing.”
“Finally.” Reggie says with frustration as a waitress comes with a bottle given to her by the bartender. She slams it down onto the table top and stalks away.
“Thank you love,” he chuckled. “Where was I? Oh yes. I came to America, thinking it was going to be absolutely lovely. But everything was abuzz with those Watergate ninnies, I nearly went back to England.” Pausing to belch, Reggie continues.
”I do try the whole normal life thing, settling down in Washington, getting a wife and a job as a college professor. She left me though. She didn’t realize that when I told her I was a raging alcoholic, I really meant it. She was a bitch anyway. I never… loved her or anything,” it’s quite obvious that he’s holding back tears, whether it because he’s drunk or lying can’t actually be confirmed.
“About tweeenty years ago,” he screws up his eyes trying to remember, “I get in contact with some well contacted lycanthropes, doing the whole reinvention, relocation thing, and they give me a new identity and such. Since then I’ve been writing books, which gets classified as Cryptozoology. Which, really pisses me off because the Cryptozoologists are a crazy bunch. Every once in a while I’ll get contacted by someone who’s actually interesting, or interested in what I have to say. Most recently its been Alpana Balani. I adore her parents to tell you the truth. They’re the only ones out there actively trying to figure this shit out. I mean… I’m doing my part, but I’m not going to become a globetrotter to confirm a few facts. I prefer history.”
Reggie slowly pours himself one shot and sips it before setting it back down and slouching in his seat.
“I could talk your ear off for hours, but there’s really nothing else that you need to know. I bounce back and forth between New York and Aldenville.”
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