Post by markus on May 21, 2012 16:04:21 GMT -5
Sirius Orion Black
"That's because you're a heathen, Padfoot."
"That's because you're a heathen, Padfoot."
Birth Certificate
Name: Sirius Orion Black III.
Sirius - Sirius is a traditional Black family name, and occurs three times in recent generations of the family. It follows the custom of giving children the names of constellations, stars, galaxies, et cetera. 'Sirius' is the name of the brightest star in the sky, which completely fits this teen because of how much he shows off.
Orion - Simple; Orion is the name of his father, Orion Black.
Black - The surname of all those born into "The Most Ancient and Noble House of Black".
He is also known as Padfoot, Pads, Paddy, Paddicakes, Siri, Siri-Siri, Siri-kins, Black, Snuffles...and many other variations. The list is really endless.
Birthdate: February 20th, 1959.
Age: Sixteen.
Year: Sixth.
Job: Student
Blood: Pureblood, though he really doesn't give two shits.
At First Glance
Hair color: A rich raven black.
Eye color: Smokey grey.
Height: 6'1"
Distinguishing features: Most can tell a Black apart just by looking at their face - dark hair, dark and piercing eyes, haunting good looks. This gives his identity away almost immediately, and he is very aware of this, so he struggled to find a way to set him apart. His solution? Get a tattoo on his right shoulder during the summer before fifth year of his motorbike. The only tattoo a Black is expected/supposed to get is the Dark Mark, and since he won't be getting that...
Desired Play-By: Ben Barnes.
Description:
The Face: Like many in the Black family, Sirius inherited a handsome face. His skin is a light - yet not pale - peach color, which is greatly contrasts with his deep grey eyes. Many comment that these eyes are fathomless; they appear have no end. They're just never-ceasing pools of that striking grey. His hair is a silky raven black and is rather curly...most of these curls falling into his face. It just barely reaches his shoulders, and he spends the majority of his morning prep-time making sure it looks its best. His face is clean-shaven, and his lips dark and thin.
The Body: The Black is well-built, standing at six foot one, which he is thankful for. He never liked the idea of being short - he thought it might detract from his overall beauty. His shoulders are broad and his torso toned. He wouldn't call himself ridiculously muscular or anything, but he's definitely not a weakling. His legs are strong and great for running - which he appreciates, seeing as he loves to so - and he weighs a typical 149 pounds. His posture and stride could be described as ‘casual, but elegant’, due to the fact that his parents made certain their child didn’t walk around like a drunk. It’s a habit he cannot manage to break, no matter how much he tries.
A final note about his body; his shoulders, back, and arms all bear a few scars. Surprisingly – note sarcasm – most of these were caused by his mother, with only a couple having been dealt by his father’s hand. The most notable of them is one on his left shoulder...the skin is mangled and twisted, as if burned, and the mark is about the size of a muggle tennis ball. this was were his father's Cruciatus Curse struck.
The ones on his back are from a time when Walburga resorted to a more primitive punishment - she stripped him of his shirt and whipped him with a cord from the curtains. The lines are faint and slight, though he loathes them...and the memories they bring about.
The Clothes: Sirius has always been the fashionable type. When not wearing his Gryffindor robes, he tends to don things like tight-fitting jeans - to show of his legs, of course - leather belts, t-shirts in lots of different shades and patterns, a comfortable leather jacket when it's cold, and a pair of combat boots or trainers. Accessory-wise, he selects a necklace he purchased shortly after becoming an Animagus; a black-colored pendant in the shape of The Grim - he had Remus draw it for the jeweler - on a long, gold chain that is easily hidden under his shirts.
Tell Me More
Likes: Laughing, fun, Transfiguration, DADA, James, Remus, Peter, running, jokes, stories, firewhiskey, butterbeer, firecrackers, making mischief, torturing Snape, bothering Snape, hurting Snape, casting spells on Snape that are less than kind...(when it comes to bullying Snape, there's a lot)...friends, people, popularity, fame, excitement, hugs, tricks, being a wizard, Hogwarts, being himself, taking risks, danger, flying, Quidditch, walking in the rain, dancing, being spontaneous, surprises, randomness, noise, candy, tree-climbing, adventures, cuddling, belly rubs, massages, Charms, milk chocolate, playing piano (though he would never allow anyone to know of this skill), singing (belting, rather), and Chocolate Frogs.
Dislikes: His parents/family in general (save a few individuals), rules, silence, Snape, blood status-related discrimination, the full moon (Remus), restrictions of any kind, Snape, Slytherins, vegetables, homework, Bellatrix, Narcissa, Lucius Malfoy, Rodulphus Lestrange, people who think they are better than him (his modesty shows), anyone who messes with his friends, Snape, leaving Hogwarts at the end of each year, dark chocolate…oh, and Snape.
Habits/Quirks: Tucking his hair behind his ear almost every other minute, pacing/fidgeting when nervous or tense, wreaking havoc when bored (double havoc if James is bored, as well).
Strengths: Loyal, clever, and selfless.
Weaknesses:
Mischievous
Vicious (towards those he dislikes...namely snape)
Short, explosive temper (like his mother)
Quick-to-act (he doesn’t normally think things through; he thinks on his feet and is rather headstrong, so his actions can have unforeseen consequences)
Arrogant
Egotistical
Cruel (again, towards those he dislikes)
Irresponsible
Immature (at times)
Headstrong (as mentioned earlier)
Impulsive (linked to the quick-to-act thing)
Sarcastic
Overall Personality: Sirius has a rather rough exterior, though on the inside, there is a truly good heart. Whether or not you get to see that inside is up to him, but if he dares to call you ‘friend’, know that he will protect the very hairs on your head. It’s no surprise that his animagus form is a dog - he is probably one of the most loyal people you will ever meet. When anyone dares to cross aforementioned friends, he is on them like a child on a lollipop: He refuses to let go until he gets what he wants…and no, that want isn’t to lick them. That want is for them to pay for what they did, and whether that trespass is big or small, he is determined to get satisfaction. This goes hand in hand with his absolutely volatile temper, which he no doubt inherited from his mother. When he gets angry, he gets angry. It’s something he’s struggled to maintain over the years...and, obviously, he has failed at doing so.
Another thing that his parents have passed down to him is that unmistakable Black charm - he’s charismatic and amiable to the extreme...unless you’re his enemy or victim, like Severus Snape. his never-ending supply of compliments and the vast collection of knowledge he has on just how to make eyes turn to him make him quite popular. He’s also got the smile, the words, and the body he needs to earn the affection of any woman – or man – he chooses…but he normally lets them come to him. Sure, he’ll put on a show to draw them in, but if they want him, they better speak up.
Let’s return to those less than desirable traits; Sirius, when he wants to, can really – excuse my French – be an ass. If he doesn’t favor you, then you’re in for some Hell. Snape knows this first hand, given Sirius and James’ opinion of him, and suffers the fate anyone the Black finds contemptible: unrelenting (and normally unjustified) torture. He’s only in it for the laughs, really, and – with Snape – to entertain others. Public humiliations are his specialty and, though they are less common now that he’s older, still please all those hateful teenagers who like to see Snivellus squirm. These pranks are, usually, not thoroughly planned out…sure, they – James and Sirius, mainly - consider all the possibilities and ensure the trick goes off without a hitch, but they generally don’t think about the consequences they shall receive, nor if their joke will really harm it’s intended victim.
But, most of the time, Sirius doesn’t really care about them, anyway.
Towards those he loves, he is loyal – as mentioned earlier – affectionate (he loves hugs), and altruistic. Quite frankly, he would die for people like James, Remus, and Peter. They are pretty much all he has left, so he is – and was from the start – ready to sacrifice everything for them. I mean, think about it; James took him in when no one else would. And he already took a huge risk for Remus - he became an illegal Animagus for the lycanthrope, therefore putting his freedom and much more on the line.
When you’re Sirius’ friend, you’re his friend for life. And, like the devoted little puppy he is, he would be willing to lie down and die for you.
Patronus Charm; Like his Animagus form, his corporeal patronus takes the form of a massive, shaggy-haired dog. The memory that he uses is the memory of being sorted into Gryffindor his first year - the rush, the utter happiness on James' face, the joy that swelled up inside of him...it is, incontestably, his happiest memory.
Dementor; The fateful night during the summer before this - his sixth - year. Sirius, finally at his wits' end, gave up and decided to run away from the family that hasn't loved him since he could ask a question or make an objection. Where he'd go, he didn't know at the moment, but it had to be better than this place, yes? So, he waited until his parents and brother were all asleep, packed a trunk, and made to go downstairs. Only, he had been wrong in his assumption that they were all asleep - his father awaited him, and before Sirius even made it all the way down the stairs, a Cruciatus Curse hit him in the shoulder and he tumbled down the rest.
He dueled his father, right there in the corridor, and barely escaped with his life. Orion swore he would kill him, should he return. the dog-Animagus caught the Knight Bus and road it to Godric's Hollow, where he passed out on James Potter's doorstep, covered in blood and exhausted.
Bring It Home
Father: EX-father. Orion Black.
Mother: EX-mother. Walburga Black.
Siblings: Regulus Black. He still loves the boy, despite the circumstances they are currently in.
Other Important People: The Marauders, James' Parents.
Overall History: Sirius’ childhood was not a happy one. He was always considered the odd one out for being like he was: completely against what he has called “my parents’ pure-blood mania”. Again and again that addiction to keeping their family free of those called “tainted” has forced him to make changes in his life he didn’t want to make. Just because of that, his circle of friends was tighter than the jeans he wears today - he could only associate with pure-bloods, he could only surround himself with pure-bloods…Merlin forbid he even touched someone without pure-blood like him! It all made no sense whatsoever to the boy, so he refused to obey their commands. Of course, this meant he was punished, and severely so whenever his offense was a ‘large’ one to Walburga.
His greatest crime of all, by far, was being sorted into Gryffindor, along with his new friend, James. Every Black in Hogwarts history had been placed in Slytherin, including Sirius’ brother, Regulus. It was then that his family really started to despise him - he was just so different from what they expected. So detestably different. Sirius, glad for yet another differentiation between his family and himself, took his Gryffindor pride a step farther and put Permanent Sticking Charms on his house banners in his room. He also hung pictures of muggle women in bikinis and motorcycles, further pushing his parents’ beliefs away.
Later on in their school years, sirius, james, and peter – another friend the Black came to make – discovered that Remus – yet another friend – was a werewolf. This came was a huge shock to those three, but unlike Remus had expected, they did not abandon him. If anything, this revelation caused them to want to stay with him more; they wanted to help him somehow. So, dedicated to helping their friend, the three created a plan in secret and, after working out all the kinks, revealed their months of work to Remus:
They had managed to become illegal Animagi.
Thus, life went on. Remus got help during his transformations, Sirius had a lovely little group of friends, and he had never felt better in his life.
Only, when he had to go home, that happiness faded. And that’s why, in the summer before this year, he left home, taking everything he cared about with him – except those banners, seeing as they kind of didn’t want to come down. He moved in with James and his parents, who were more than happy to have him. This resulted in the removal of his face from the family tapestry - his mother burned it off. He had officially been disowned.
And you know what? He couldn’t have been happier if he tried. Sure, it’s not fun to be disowned…he was a little sour about it. Plus, the circumstances under which he left that house were not all that great. But he didn’t want to be a part of “The Most Ancient and Noble House of Black” if it meant sharing their feelings towards people unlike them.
Though, his uncle took pity on him; Alphard left Sirius money in his will, which resulted in his removal from the tapestry by his own sister, Walburga. Sirius saw this as further evidence that the Blacks were a detestable bunch of hateful people.
And…that’s basically how it stands now. Sirius is rooming with James, and a new year has started. Would it be a happy one? he could only hope so.
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( this is from a sixth year one on one i'm doing. it's long and depressing and...yeah. enjoy. XD )
Sirius wasn't exactly sure what happened next. Everything seemed to fade out, become engulfed in the despair and the 'weakness' and the worries.
He knew Remus Lupin - he knew the person most people never got a chance to see, and that part was not the wolf part...he noticed the things most people didn't notice. He saw his everlasting compassion behind all the shyness, the scars on his back, the way his eyes flickered with an odd mixture of contempt and content that no one else could quite pull off, the faintest limp in his step after a full moon, and...what made Remus Remus. He put on a show for others, lied to keep himself from prejudice, but when it was just the four of them...just the Marauders...he could really be himself. Strip down all that wasn't really him and reveal the truth inside - the true him.
With Sirius, however...well, that was a different story. He was a more private person when it came to the darker emotions, as well as his secrets - namely, his summers with his family. Whenever he was pressed for answers as to why he had a healing cut or bruise when he came back from holidays, he's brush it off as nothing. Remus had never even seen him cry. James had only seen once, and it was the night he fled to his place. And, even then, it had only been a quick little fit that he had managed to snuff out before it got too bad. He always joked that God was so focused on making his face look perfect that he forgot to add tear ducts. James would cuff him in the back of the head and tell him he was full of it, and he'd respond with a 'Prongsie, you're just jealous of my superior looks and charm, shush'.
Only, tonight wasn't a joke. It wasn't full of laughter, like he had imagined - and hoped - it would be. Instead, it was quite the opposite.
The tears had been flowing for a good thirty seconds or so before Sirius even realized it. By that point, he couldn't have stopped them if he tried, so he just wiped the ones that were currently falling onto his sleeve and opened his mouth to say something to Remus...some kind of lie...
...but all that ended up coming out was a strangled sob.
Moments later, Sirius had his knees pulled up to his chest and was hugging them tightly, forehead pressed into his kneecaps as his shoulders quivered with sobs he was desperately trying to suppress. Those kinds of noises were even worse than the tears themselves, and he hated them more, if that was even possible.
"Remus..." His voice shook terribly, "I'm...Merlin, I'm sorry for keeping this from you. You deserve to know. I know you do. But....there's a huge difference between 'should' and 'would', y'know?" He gripped his legs even tighter. "I hate crying. I hate it. Walburga would always say how it made one vulnerable, weaker. Orion would just shake his head and agree with her silently, giving me that death glare of his. But I was a little kid - a kid, Remus. I didn't know how to hold them back. But..." He looked up at him, cheeks wet with shimmering trails of tears. "...the moment I figured out how, I started. When I did cry, I made sure I was alone...made sure no one could hear me. It was what I learned to do. And that's why it's so hard for me to do this in front of you...so hard to show any of this...weakness...it's very hard. Harder than you can imagine. When you're...programmed to function a certain way, you can't help but do things that way. And...well, I'm programmed to be the perfect aristocrat. And the perfect little heir to the Black family was supposed to shut up and look pretty." Not that the latter was any difficult.
He swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood, still shaking a good deal. He closed his eyes, took in another wobbly breath, and continued; "About two months ago," he opened his deep grey eyes again, releasing a few tears, "I realized that I couldn't take it anymore. Couldn't take being called a failure, couldn't take being screamed at every waking moment of every day, couldn't take...the abuse..." A small sob, which he tried and failed to bite back. His fingers went to his shirt, which he carefully slid off, revealing his teenage torso. Shirt balled up in one hand, he turned around, back facing Remus. In the moonlight that streamed through the window, one could make out thin lines on his skin, criss-crossing every which way.
"Walburga decided hexes weren't enough." He explained, voice faint. "It was my birthday. Since I was ten, she whipped me ten times. Want to know what I did?" He only paused for a brief moment, not waiting for the lycanthrope to speak; "I told her I didn't like the flavor the of cake she made." He laughed bitterly through the tears. "I was ten - it was my birthday. I was excited, wasn't thinking, and...it slipped out." He shrugged, then began to slip his shirt back on, mussing up his hair idly with his dominant left hand. "She only did that once, though, thankfully. Hexes were her favorite still." Another mirthless laugh. "Used a cord from the kitchen curtains. Stung like a bitch." He turned to Remus and nodded once, subconsciously hugging himself as the cold of the room finally got to him.
"So, I packed up my trunk and made to leave in the middle of the night. It was late, and I had already heard my parents and Regulus retire, so I thought I was safe." He shook his head and hugged himself tighter. "Orion was up. I make it halfway down the stairs before he pops up and uses the Cruciatus Curse on me, making me tumble the rest of the way. I pulled out my wand and we dueled, waking Walburga and Reg up..." He sobbed again at the image of his brother's face, shock and devastation blurred together. "Orion hurt me pretty bad, and though I landed a good few hexes on him, he won overall. He then sent me out, cursing every fibre of me and telling me that, if I ever came back, he'd..." Say it! It's two bloody words!
He swallowed hard, staring at the floor. "...kill me. He said he'd kill me, Remus. That I wasn't his son and I was no longer welcome at Number 12 Grimmauld Place."
Sirius fell silent for a few beats, eyes on the cobbles, tears flowing steadily. Then, suddenly, he fell to his knees next to Remus' trunk. He was on the short side, meaning the lycanthrope's side was facing him.
"I got on the Knight Bus and rode it to James', fully prepared for him to reject me. I mean, I was a bloody hopeless case, and severely injured to boot. Why would James want to take me in when he had his own problems? It didn't help that I passed out on his doorstep, either. Kind of forced him to help." He sighed softly, though it sounded more like a hiccup. "But he could have tossed me out after I woke up. Only..." He swallowed hard and felt the knot in his throat swell at the memory. "...he didn't. He took me in, and his mum embraced me with open arms. Me, the failure. Me, the disowned heir to the Most Ancient and Noble House of Black. Me, the emotional wreck. I mean, seriously...I was only a bother to him! I woke him up regularly with my sodding night terrors...and I bet I'll wake you, too, and Peter...I'm a mess, Remus!"
He placed his forehead on the cool trunk, encircling it with his arms, and bawled, the floodgates bursting open.
Behind The Mask
Alias: Markus.
Age: Sixteen.
Years Roleplaying: Nine.
Other Characters: Just Sirius.
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