Post by SIRIUS ORION BLACK on Jun 10, 2014 13:22:37 GMT -5
ϟ SIRIUS ORION BLACK ϟ
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HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY
HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY
FULL NAME | Sirius Orion Black III
NICKNAMES | Blood Traitor, S.O.B., Padfoot
DATE OF BIRTH |November 13
GENDER | Male
SEXUALITY | Hetero-flexible (notably when drunk)
AGE | 17
HOUSE | Gryffindor
LINEAGE | Pureblood
FINANCIAL STATUS | Moderately wealthy (from an inheritance offered from an uncle).
WAND | 15 in, ebony wood and phoenix feather. Unyielding.
ALLEGIANCE: Order Supporter
FACE CLAIM | Some loon predicted my future over holiday. She said that there will soon be another whose resemblance is in accordance with my own. Then she said he'd go by Ben Barnes. I can promise you this- whoever this fellow is will not be a direct result of my 'wild ways'. Ben is a downright idiotic name.
MODIFICATIONS | You could say I have the ability to change my appearance on a whim.. I grow particularly furry. When that occurs, my bite is definitely worse than my bark.
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES | I know that with being a Black, attractiveness is a given. My ego isn't even contributing to that statement. I can whole-heartily agree that my appearance is completely in tune with what a member of the Black family should look like: fair skin, strong jaw, intense expression, and the calculating stare are all disgusting features. I think the only thing that sets me apart is my ability to crack a smile and laugh. Nonetheless, there are days when I actually hate how I look. Looking into a mirror is like looking at my father or my brother. I can't stand it.
STYLE | I wear whatever I can find and make it work, especially since my disinheritance from my primary family. I'm a fan of jeans and t-shirts. Jackets and scarves are another favorite of mine. Anything casual and lose hanging is a good deal in my mind, and you could say that my style is pretty relaxed and easy-going. I don't care what I wear so long as it's reasonable.
STRENGTHS | intelligent, charming, charismatic, loyal, caring
WEAKNESSES | reckless, unforgiving, temperamental, impulsive, stubborn
LIKES | I like a lot of things. I don't know why people think I'm such an arrogant ass. With a lot of new things, I thrive to try them at least once. My favorite activities involve risk. Exploring and testing the limits are two things I thrive for. I live for thrills and excitement as well as anything out of the ordinary and different. I'm assuming you know me for my pranks. A good laugh is always a much needed commodity. I can be a simple guy too, however. A small fire with good company or joking about into the late night hours can be just as enjoyable as romping about. A simple outing with a bit of firewhiskey is always grand. I love my friends, which are in abundance. Specifically I love James, Remus, and Peter. So long as they're around I'm enjoying myself in some way. But in the end, I just like to have fun.
DISLIKES | My family. I hate them all, exception being only two or three of my cousins and uncles. Otherwise, my family can go to hell. With that said, I don't have too great of a relationship with the Slytherin house. I'm related to the majority of them through blood or marriage. Slytherins are people I dislike overall. I hate social status or anyone who find themselves better than another. Money and history are not everything. Sticking to a plan is not my thing, and listening to others has not flown over too well in the past. Oddly enough, I hate people who come on too strong. People who try too hard to get my attention are bothersome too. Anyone who disrespects my friends can be certain to end up on my hit list. And lastly, anyone who tries to 'put me in my place' should expect a few hexes, unless this is done within reason.
BOGGART | My biggest fear would be losing my identity. In the few years I’ve spent in focusing on myself and learning about who I am, being thrown back into the madness that is my family and only serving as a pawn is a terrifying thought. As you can imagine, such a fear can be difficult to materialize. While Grimmauld place had loads of boggarts in all sorts of places, I never personally encountered one until I moved in with James last year. What started as a small chore concerning closest clearing evolved into a nightmare. I saw a dark shadowed figure screaming in numerous voices. It continuously contorted into different shapes and figures that changed the moment they became recognizable. The thing chased me around for some time, growing larger with each passing moment. Think of some demonic presence trying to grab for your soul. It was far different than a dementor, I promise you. It took far too long for my wits to come about me and help me stomp the beast into another oblivion.
ERISED | Being a pureblood comes with entitlement, and being a Black is the equivalent to royalty in some minds. Someone such as myself, however, has blemished such a pristine name. I’ve been blasted off walls, hexed, cursed at, even threatened with death on more than one occasion. Blood should not mark the worth of a person. I want a world where all of this blood purity and other nonsense can be let go. Some of the best people I know come from families far different than mine. It isn't a matter of where you come from that makes you great. It's a matter of who you are and the person you will become. Everyone needs to realize that and I plan to fight to make that happen.
PATRONUS | Oh Merlin, there's a simple question (despite the process being an absolute horror). I learned to conjure a Patronus during my summers at Grimmauld. Looking back on any decent memory is what kept me sane for all that miserable time wasted. None of my memories seemed to work very well. In spite of underage magic being illegal, my wisps of pathetic white vapor were never picked up because they were that terrible. I feel that the depressing atmosphere did little to aid in my progress. The want was there, but it felt like centuries before I was able to realize that one of my worst memories also served as my most cherished.
My memory goes clear back to after I was sorted. You want the truth? I was sobbing like a sissy over the whole thing the moment I walked into my dorm. What eleven year old wants to face the wrath of their mother's disappointment? Even more, my mother's, or my entire family? I might not act like it now, but it tore me right up when I was sorted into Gryffindor. I wasn't so much ashamed as I was terrified. I hope you can understand why I saw it as such a terrible thing to draw back on. As if I would be ashamed of myself now!
Reflecting on the aftermath of my sorting is what conjured my patronus last year during dueling club. It took the shape of a beastly dog, proud and bold as a patronus could be. I think the struggle to become such a creature in my fifth year is what made it take such a shape. I had also been thinking a lot about James and Peter. All of us worked desperately at transforming ourselves as a means to help Remus out, and in our sixth year it had become an accomplishment. One thought led to another and I finally looked back on the night of my sorting. Had I not been sorted into Gryffindor, I never would have had them in my life. To this day they are my family and that, by far, is the happiest thought I know.
AMORTENTIA | Thanks for moving onto a less emotional aspect. I’ve had the pleasure of taking a good whiff of this brew. Not from my fan club, mind you, but in potion class during my fourth year. I enjoy the smell of crisp, fresh air mixed with a strong, creamy smooth coffee. To me it means freedom without a care. There's a hint of cologne mixed in there as well, but I think that's because I'm so in love with myself. Kidding, of course. I just smell wonderful and enjoy the cologne I have.
VERITASERUM | I know that I put off the effect that I hate everything to do with my family. But when it comes down to it, I miss them. Some part of wishes that things could have gone differently for us. I miss Regulus especially. I've sent him a few letters since what happened a few summers ago. He hasn't given me the time of day since the incident, however. Another secret of mine is that I haven't actually slept around as much as people say I have. I dunno how the rumor of me being a player started. By the time it reached my ears, I had supposedly snogged thirteen girls within the first month of my fifth year. I go along with the rumors because I feel it's too late to clear my name. It's expected of me and I actually find it kind of funny. Something well known is I absolutely fail with Muggle equipment. I've been dabbling, though, and have made progress. The first thing I did when booted from Grimmauld was buy myself an old motorcycle. I've been working on that, something not many know know about me. Lastly, and your life will be on the line if a word is breathed on the matter, I'm an unregistered animagi. I mastered the art about two years ago with the help of James and Peter, who are also animagi. I can transform into a black dog and accompany Remus to the Shrieking Shack.
PERSONALITY | The first thing to notice about me is that I am not like the rest of my family. I've was always one to march to the beat of my own drum. I'm original in that sense, far different than what had ever been expected of me as a child. Since I was young I can remember pushing boundaries that shouldn't have been pushed. To this day I still do. I don't think I'm rebellious. Rather, I prefer to be considered non-conforming. I will test his limits if I need to. It takes a revolutionist to cause change.
I'm also incredibly loyal, nearly to the point where is can be considered dangerous. Do good to me and I will return the favor. Do anything otherwise and… well, it can be promised that things will not turn out positively. It takes a lot to gain my trust, but upon gaining it, you would have to do a lot to break that bond. I feel deeply and because of that, all of my friends mean something. Even when I'm poking fun or being a class-A jerk, understand that when needed, I would lay my life on the line for anyone I care for.
I'll admit to being impulsive. I rarely thinks when I take action, which could be bad. It’s led me in a lot of dangerous situations, none of which I regret but can see as possible faults. Overall, I view such happenings as lessons to be learned. I'm not as stupid as others make me out to be. I'm intelligent, I just choose to apply it to more important matters. When a decision needs to be made, I don’t find sitting down and going over all my options useful. Life goes by far too fast for that.
I also have a terrible habit of holding grudges. Do me wrong and there is little chance I will forgive you for it. The same goes for if any harm is done to someone I care about. I’ll go out of my way to ensure that you understand just how angry I am over something. I am not above throwing a fit or passing a snarky comment. I consider someone lucky if that’s all they get from me when I’m upset.
FATHER | Orion Black, Socialite, Pureblood, Death Eater (Supporter)
MOTHER | Walburga Black, Head-Bitch (House Wife), Pureblood, Death Eater (Supporter)
SIBLINGS | Regulus Black, Slytherin, 6th, Death Eater (Supporter)
OTHER | Various cousins, aunts, uncles, and relatives through pureblood lineage.
PETS | I've got three bothersome pets named Moony, Wormtail, and Prongs. They're too much work to even talk about.
BIRTHPLACE | 12 Grimmauld Place, London, England. St. Mungo's was too filthy for my mother's liking. By filthy, I mean littered with mudbloods.
CURRENT RESIDENCE | I currectly live with James and his family. I'm looking into my own place when I graduate.
HISTORY | There's not much to tell about my past. Because of a lack of suitable companions at the time, my mother and father were arranged to be wed, regardless of them being cousins. It's not that they cared much. Even I was raised to view marriage as nothing more than a means to produce more heirs and to keep the family line going. Maybe that's why I don't see it as anything spectacular now. Since before I was born I was following Black tradition. I was born at my family residence as a means to bless the house with its latest heir. No longer than a year later, the process was repeated with Regulus. My mother was more than thrilled to have two sons to gloat about to everyone within the community. She saw me and Regulus as objects more than people.
To say I stepped on her toes as a youth would be an understatement. I was a downright hellion growing up. It's not like my father helped her with my unruly behaviors, either. After the whole mess of having children, my father remained low and served as a the silent figure in his study. Not that he was forgotten. In a way his little involvement with the family made him a terrifying figure in his own right. This aside, My mother was the one to fear in every regard. I paid the price for my behaviors with beatings galore and passing the time in a locked closet. Regulus was always seen as the wonder-child because of it. Still, we were close as kids. And while I pushed buttons all the time, I was eventually put into line. By the time I received my letter to Hogwarts, I was nearly perfection. At eleven years old I had gained a good amount of snootiness, enough to make my parents smile. I had my odd bits as my mother put it, but there was nothing that couldn't be stomped out after a good year with fellow Slytherins. Slytherin was where I would be, my mother had that drilled into my brain. I was sure of it as well until I sat next to James Potter.
Okay, I'll be honest and tell you that I thought James was a downright lunatic when I first met him. The first thing I asked him after introductions was his blood status and preferred house. My head nearly flipped over hearing him say he wanted to be a Gryffindor. He was a pureblood as well. And just looking at him made him seem like the type that my mother had warned me about. James was a blood traitor and a filthy excuse for a pureblood. Still, as he talked I couldn't help but to find him interesting. As the train continued on it's course to Hogwarts, my head went into exploring its odd qualities. I didn't feel as certain about Slytherin as I had before.
I guess the Sorting Hat picked up on it, too. Something else mother had told me was how quick the hat was to sort those from the house of Black. It took nearly forever for me, though. At least it felt like it. The whole time as I sat there with this ancient thing on my head, it whispered all sorts of nonsense. Something inside me was burning and my stomach was forming knots left and right. I looked at James, smiling as idiotically as ever in line. I considered being something different for once. I wanted to be myself. That was when the hat announced Gryffindor. I wanted to throw up right afterwards.
I didn't eat at all during the feast. And when I went to the dormitory, I cried. Once again, though, James was there to further influence me. He made me feel better about the circumstances. Time passed. I thought that things would settle. I was wrong. Not more than a week later I received about twelve howlers from my family, most notably my mother. It was the first time she had ever insulted me. That was the turning point in my feelings towards my family. From then on, I started to embrace who I was. James came to be the closest family ever. Along the road I became friends with my other dorm mates, Remus and Peter. Life became wonderful then.
Going home that summer was terrible, but I made it a point to show my defiance for family tradition. The first thing I did was decorate my room with red and gold. My mother and father were furious. Even Regulus looked down at my behavior, and still does like the bratty Slytherin he is. The whole summer was a mess and I stayed secluded. That's what I did for many summers.
With each passing year, Hogwarts became my new home. James, Remus, and Peter were the best of friends I could ever ask for. A strong bond was created between us all. Nothing could have severed it. This was proven when we discovered Remus being a werewolf. I for one understood what it was liked to be looked down on. I felt terrible for him, as did James and Peter. We all thought of ways to make Remus feel better about his problem. That was when we three began the task of becoming Animagi. It was painful. Beyond painful, in fact. But last year we mastered the art of transforming ourselves. Remus was furious with us, of course. I think he appreciated it, though. Every full moon we keep him company. Friends stick together.
The summer before my sixth year was the breaking point between my family and I. After a rather heated argument, my mother blasted me off the family tree. She kicked me out, not so much as leaving a Knut to my name. The Potters welcomed me in a heartbeat. Thankfully, one of the few sane relatives I have granted me an inheritance. He's been blasted off the family tree because of it, though he doesn't seem to mind at all. Living with James has been wonderful, but Hogwarts remains to be a home to me. And with this new school year starting, I am ready to completely become my own person. No ties, no regrets.
NAME/ALIAS | Niko
HOW YOU FOUND US | Caution 2.0
OTHER CHARACTERS | N/A
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE | It was uncomfortable, really, to be hanging about from a stone support near the ceiling. Sirius Black was never one to back out of a challenge, however, and with such high stakes at risk (dignity, reputation, PRIDE most of all) suffering a few hours of unbearable discomfort was well worth it. Anyone else might have thought him to be a fool. He didn't mind. As he hung lazily from the cold fixture (save for flexed neck that helped his ever-alert gaze down the empty corridor), he reasoned this hadn't been the first time he did something like this. When it came to surprising someone like Dorcas Meadowes, extra precaution was worth looking like a supreme idiot. Besides, from where he was now, no one could see him. That was the point.
A boring Saturday morning made Sirius want to do this. James was off with responsibilities (disgusting) while Remus took on the task of tutoring Peter. He too was invited to the small study session. That, of course, did not sit well enough for him. Weekends were meant for fun. Fun for Sirius meant some type of trouble. He took off on the hunt for an adventure. About an hour into his wandering about the castle did the idea hit him. Without being obsessive in the slightest (or maybe a little), Sirius remembered suddenly that this was Dorcas's weekend to cover halls. With a sly grin he pushed onward to make his surprise attack a complete success.
Which is why he was in the position he was now. A small dungbomb did the right amount of damage to clear the hall. The smell lingered still, hours later and up until now, to keep anyone else from walking by. It was perfect because Dorcas would have to enter either way. And then the moment arrived. His eyes widened at the sight of the Irish fireball. Sirius wiggled about to get ready for the attack. Then-
"Serves you right for not looking!" he choked the words out from a nearly flattened body. Sirius had not thought about how hard of a fall he would endure in trying to land on the girl. It was successful in any regard. While he didn't land directly on her, he was certain that some amount of shock was instilled. The Gryffindor scrambled about to save himself from anymore injury, this time from the girl. "I got you so good!" he teased stupidly, and with a fit of laughter and a devilish grin to boot, he sent a hex of his own her way. This was followed by Sirius prancing off and around a corner. He was hurting, but he knew that this was nothing compared to what Dorcas would do to him now, if given the chance.
