Age: 27

Eyes: Amber and inscrutable, as though they always seem to be hiding some unknown thoughts or secrets

Fur/Hair: Crimson red fur with black tiger stripes; he wears his hair in a mohawk and ponytail that is a slightly darker red, tipped with black.

Clothes: Regs wears a black jerkin fringed with gold (Regulai crest colors) over a long-sleeved saffron shirt. Over this, he nearly always wears a chain mail shirt. He completes the outfit with long, flowing black cloak. Regs shuns footwear, and only binds his feet with tough old rags, claiming he feels more comfortable with the earth right under his feet. And finally, Regs wears an antique gilded onyx amulet around his neck on a gold chain. Presently, only he knows the significance of this item. Also carries various weapons and items for slaying evil creatures, most notably, the twin blades Vaelstrax and Kolbry, one edged with silver, the other edged with gold respectively.

Strengths: Regs is absolutely fearless; he is a streetwise fighter well-versed in countless combat situations, due largely to practice in his life as a slayer of evil. Also knows how to drive and has been known to ride a black motorcycle when in largely populated places. In addition, there is just something about Regs that commands and usually receives respect from anyone he comes in contact with. Even if they don't like him, they know enough to stay on his good side...or else!

Weaknesses: Impulsive, weak right knee- due to an old tendon injury, fearless (can be bad, because he won't run from a fight, even if he should) and perhaps worst of all, Regs is used to working solo, so having friends around has confused him a bit.

Toward strangers, Regs often appears silent and stoic at first. He is slow to trust anyone even a little, and even when he knows you, full trust is rare. Once you do get to know him, he still tends to be introverted and thoughtful, like there's something deep going on in his mind at all times.

Background: The eldest of four children, Arcturus was born into a family profession few Neopians ever knew existed, and fewer still know the truth about- the Regulai! For centuries innumerable, going back to the roots of the Blakk family bloodline, this ancient clan of ogrins has dedicated its very existence to the eradication of evil in all of its forms. "To be a Regulus is to uphold all that is good and righteous, to defend the weak and stand against all who would seek to undermine the peace of Neopia," as the late Mandragorus Blakk used to say.

Operating in near total secrecy, the Regulai are seen as loners and antisocials, flitting in and out of society to achieve what mysterious ends, most Neopians don't know and don't want to. Although they tend to be unnerved by the stoic, taciturn front most Regulai display, most Neopians trust them enough to know that whoever may cross their path the wrong way is probably someone of ill repute.

Theirs is the solitary life of the hunter, always searching for their sinister quarry to the far reaches of Neopia. For evil is everywhere, evolving, planning, scheming...more so that the average Neopian would ever suspect in their wildest nightmares.

Arcturus is the epitome of a true Regulai. Steadfast and efficient, he carries out his sordid duties and maintains total loyalty to his bloodline and oaths. Honor and integrity are his lifeblood and the very air he breathes. As a child, he was stoic and pursued both his learning and training with near zealotry. He began his first forays into what the Regulai refer to as "field work" when he was only 8 years old, joining his aunt Larilai on the trail of a marauding flock of vampire wockies. Over the years, he proved successful in team efforts. Yet like most Regulai, he was in his finest hour when operating alone....and no one ever knew the results of those epic quests and battles. No one, that is, except Arcturus. And, of course, the evil that had been vanquished (if it was lucky). Indeed, the older he grew, the less he associated with most others, including his own family. Meanwhile, his legend and experience as a slayer grew and grew. None could tell fact from fiction when it came to Arcturus.

His one deviation from the habits of a typical Regulai came in his tolerance of his wayward brother, Singe. It seemed his youngest brother had absolutely no interest in upholding family tradition, in favor of more normal youthful pursuits including public school and a rock n' roll band. Much to the Regulai's growing concern, Singe not only refused to slay evil but actually went so far as to befriend it on several occasions. Seen as a danger to the Regulai, Singe was finally outcast after making the acquaintance of a young vampire kougra named Dageth who later became his bandmate. While the other Regulai frowned upon Arcturus for continuing to maintain friendly contact with the outcast, so great was his reputation that they stopped short of shunning him, as well.

Arcturus continued about his business, stoic as ever. Occasionally, he'd lend a blade to assist the Neopia Central PD and Judge Hog.

And then, one day, all of the Regulai suddenly seemed to have vanished without a trace. Without a final scream, a fight or a word. All of them, one by one. All of them, that is, except Arcturus and Singe- who may now be the last of their line! (TO BE CONTINUED....possibly in a drastically revised and more interesting incarnation in Neopian Times).