Kentaro Arai
Duelist / Neutral
- Messages
- 6
- Blood Status
- Pure Blood
- Relationship Status
- Married
- Sexual Orientation
- Heterosexual
- Age
- 8/2022
If anyone could find Kei and Rei, it would be Ichiro, but since he was out elsewhere, their mother sent out the most obedient child, Kentaro. He was equivalent to the common seventh year, and being home schooled because he didn't enjoy being away from his family when he attended Durmstrang for one year, his sixth year. 'I don't see why I have to come here just because I earned my apparation license over the break,' thought Kentaro with a soft glare within his brown eyes. His hair fanned around his face as he landed on New Zealand's soft soil, close to what they considered the Makutu Mall. He figured that Rei or Kei would be around here somewhere. Both of them have been visiting here more and more, every time they got chance to get their hands on some floo powder. Kentaro was rather irritated, and would have loved to at least learn how to do a tracking spell, if one existed. How else was he going to find his siblings? Ichiro was better at this than he was, and also a lot more fearsome when it came down to having a temper. Kentaro was only second best, and he was used to it by now.
Perhaps one day, he would be led to create his own sort of family, and end up as ferocious as his mother. Kentaro accepted her orders because it was all he had ever known, that and his blood was sacred. Yet, he always felt somewhat dirty when it came down to letting others use his blood. He hated it, but he loved it at the same time. It was pure magic, and it felt good knowing that he was better than his previous generations of bloodlines. He was one of the only purebloods within the Arai family. Sighing, he stuffed his hands into his pockets of his black robes that reflected his heritage in a series of elegant designs. His brown hair, with the bangs tinted with red, moved slightly as he walked along the path, his eyes looking for his brothers. He narrowed his eyes, before he noticed someone around his age around. Wait, he recognized her to some degree. "Lythande?" Kentaro asked in a very soft voice. He had issues pronouncing her name. Simple names were much better, as were his Japanese relatives. But some names in Durmstrang had him stressed out.
Perhaps one day, he would be led to create his own sort of family, and end up as ferocious as his mother. Kentaro accepted her orders because it was all he had ever known, that and his blood was sacred. Yet, he always felt somewhat dirty when it came down to letting others use his blood. He hated it, but he loved it at the same time. It was pure magic, and it felt good knowing that he was better than his previous generations of bloodlines. He was one of the only purebloods within the Arai family. Sighing, he stuffed his hands into his pockets of his black robes that reflected his heritage in a series of elegant designs. His brown hair, with the bangs tinted with red, moved slightly as he walked along the path, his eyes looking for his brothers. He narrowed his eyes, before he noticed someone around his age around. Wait, he recognized her to some degree. "Lythande?" Kentaro asked in a very soft voice. He had issues pronouncing her name. Simple names were much better, as were his Japanese relatives. But some names in Durmstrang had him stressed out.