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ELYSIAN BLACK WAS always seen as an odd boy by many people, even the most quirky wizards and witches would tend to observe the boy in intrigue, because he was always different from his peers.
For one, his name was Elysian. It wasn't an entirely out of pocket names that was around in the wizards community, but it was a very contrasting name for a boy of his demeanor.
The boys name would tend to mean something along the lines of: delightful, glorious, or blissful. But one look at the face of the young Black you would immediately begin to see the contrast between his namesake and his overall persona.
It wasn't because he was unattractive (he was fortunate enough to have the signature aristocratically attractive looks of a Black and his mother's eyes) but it was simply because of how empty his face looked. It was very gaunt, hollow and haunted look. It lacked all warmth and emotion in general. His face would always remain in an expressionless frown, a mask of stoicism that gave away as much as a third of a rice grain of emotion.
People would often blame it on the suicide of his mother; but in truth the reality of Elysian's cold, empty, little heart was never traced back to it's origin. Because even Elysian didn't know what caused him to be such a person.
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