BLACK, sirius orion

SIRIUS ORION BLACK ,


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"IT'S REAL FOR US. NOT FOR HER.
WE'LL GET THE LETTER, YOU AND ME."
• the basics • the basics • the basics •
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( FULL NAME ) : Sirius Orion Black
( NICKNAMES ) : Padfoot, Siri, SOB (son of a bitch, also my initials)
( SEX ) : Male
( BLOOD TYPE ) : Pureblood
( AGE & DOB ) : 17 - November 1st (just turned)
( YEAR ) : Sixth
( HOUSE ) : Gryffindork
( CANON? ) : Heck yes I am!
( OCCUPATION ) : Student by day, Marauder by night.
( AFFILIATION ) : I would like to call myself a neutral order member.
( SEXUAL ORIENTATION ) : Bisexual
( WAND ) : 11.99" Dogwood with a Thestral Tail Hair Core. The wand itself is very rugged with dents and dings. It has seen it's fair share of use.

( LIKES ) :
[*] Transfiguration
[*] Astronomy
[*] Dungeons and Dragons (shhhh)
[*] Choice
[*] Cranberry Juice
[*] Being free and open

( DISLIKES ) :
[*] Cats
[*] Infants
[*] Narks
[*] Socks
[*] Being trapped or cornered
[*] Being forced to do anything

( STRENGTHS ) :
[*] Clever
[*] Loyal
[*] Witty
[*] Persuasive
[*] Very open
[*] Easy to approach

( WEAKNESSES ) :
[*] Impatient
[*] Hot Tempered
[*] Cares too much
[*] Picky
[*] Rude

( AMORTENTIA ) :
[*] Pine Scent
[*] Chocolate
[*] Cranberries
[*] Fresh Linens

( RIDDIKULUS! ) : Losing my best mates, they're as close to a family as I have.
( EXPECTO PATRONUM! ) : My first successful attempt at becoming a full-fledged Animagi, but illegally of course. Gotta do what ya gotta do to keep the family tied together.
( DEMENTOR'S KISS ) : Reliving my childhood, day in and day out. It is pathetic when you can count the total times you've smiled on one hand all throughout eleven years of your life. There were times when things were worse, but I would have to say that my brother is the only one that had managed to make me grin.
( MIRROR OF ERISED ) : End the scrutiny of blood purity. It all seems so pointless. Sometimes I feel that if it would all go away everything would be proper. None of this hatred is valid by any means, and those that fear magic will soon wash out are morons.
( PERSONALITY ) : This is about me right? All about me and my personality? How serious does it have to be? Alright here it goes.

Sirius is a loud individual who likes many different things. Most ranging from the the common everyday boy thing. As we all are aware the guy just likes to have a good time, and enjoys the day to day life. He is not so similar to the rest of his family as they follow in the footsteps and guidelines put in place by Riddle, they are devout followers, whereas Sirius is more devout to choice. The aspect of choice was not lost upon him afterall, especially when he was placed into the house of Gryffindor. It was clear then that his mind was somewhat made up and his visions and dreams of a pureblood life were almost non-existent.

Rather than the rough and tough exterior, Sirius is a gentle person and can be such, but the issue with that happens to be his very quick temper. The boy, like the rest of the Black lineage happens to be quick to anger, but unlike them he is quick to be defused. Sort of like a firecracker being lit in the hand an then cast into the lake, instead of lit on the sidewalk. Even though he explodes he's very quick to cool down.

It's rather peculiar, for being such a bad ass troublemaker, the boy actually manages to get high marks. Mostly in transfiguration that is. Oddly, the class of magic just seems to come naturally in that aspect and it is rather amazing what the boy can produce. Being an Animagus clearly means he has high levels of skill, but he really only did it for Remus. Without the boy Sirius may never of been able to accomplish that. With friends like he has, anything is possible.

( HAIR ) : My hair grazes my chin in all of it's glory, parted to the right with such soft black locks. Girls always want to touch it, boys always want to touch it, so therefore I must take great care of this fantastic mop.
( EYES ) : Narrow eyes, it happens, but they are so gorgeous! What can a man do to get some mascara up in here? Normally I'm squinting or silently judging those around me, but my grey eyes are no match for your beauty.
( FACIAL STRUCTURE ) : The face is rather round in shape, I feel as though my cheeks are normal, but my stubble helps define put an edge to them. I have somewhat bushy eyebrows, and a minor cleft in my chin. Lips are delicate with smooth arches, fantastic for making out.
( BODY STRUCTURE ) : I'm pretty built I suppose, you know being a Black and all, er wrong they look sickly and disgusting, but I do pump some iron. But really now let us get serious! Ahah! I stand at about five feet twelve inches and I weigh in at a whopping one hundred and seventy six pounds!
( ATTIRE ) : Aside from the ghetto robes and the lame excuse for style, I prefer to wear the v-necks, the sweatshirts and the leather jackets. I like me the jeans and the trainers and the comfy clothing. It is amazing!
( PLAY-BY ) : Ben Barnes

( PARENTS ) :
Orion Black Slytherin Alumni
Walburga Black Slytherin Alumni
( SIBLINGS ) :
Regulus Black: Brother Slytherin
( OTHERS ) : Oh dear god, just look at the Black family tree, I'm not going to go into this. If you're not aware of how large the Black family is you shouldn't be here.
( HISTORY ) : Sirius likes to think that if the Black family had one wish it would be that he was never born. It was no question to him at a young age that his family was not a family at all. Considering he has always been rebelious in nature Orion and Walburga decided to try once more for a child that would obey, and they succeeded. With that Sirius III, happened to take a back seat and watch on at their parent's persuasive ways, but the thing is, Sirius had always tried to pull Regulus to his side. His brother's need to impress damaged him greatly, but Sirius has not given up in hopes to change the way Regulus does think.

Once at Hogwarts he was sorted into Gryffindor, thus solidifying the thought process the boy had. Sirius had always been one to think on his toes and also for himself instead of becoming a numb minded follower of Riddle. Even though it was in his blood, the boy had a difficult time paying attention to the world his parents and brother lived in, and it wasn't for him. He would not let his mind be warped. Upon entering his first year; Sirius enjoyed the non-existent pressures from his parents, but he did experience the pressures from his cousins which drove the stake further between them and thus seperating him more and more from the Black family each day.

If he were any normal guy, this would have broke him, but at this time Sirius was more in tune with his friends than his own family. It would seem as though he had given up all hope on converting his brother to a rally of free choice, rather than being force fed all the lies and deceit of being a pureblood, but that was not the case. Sirius was just too busy growing up and dealing with the issues that came with being the friend of a werewolf, but soon he will once more try again possibly to persuade his little brother once more to forget the family and come live with him and the Potters.

( ALIAS ) : Madam Velington of the Third Regiment.
( AGE ) : 'T' to the 'W' to the 'E' to the 'N' to the 'T' once more! Add a little 'y' cause I'm schnazzah! Cun I ghetto 'Eff!' to the uh 'Oh!' what ch 'U' doing! 'Arr' said the pirate, but that's not his favorite letter! Ya think it's the 'R' but it really be the 'C'!!!! HE HE HE, lolololol I'm actually 23.
( EXPERIENCE ) : I've served 6.5 two year tours of duty. And I am happy to continue my enlistment within the army of D n' D.
( CONTACT INFO ) : Please just PM my Mod Account OR I WILL IGNORE YOR FACE! lol, I just prefer it.
( HOW'D YOU FIND US? ) : I was drafted by General Quinnifred and her Tactician Roberto McHandy Hands! -salutes- Proud to be your soldier generals!
( ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE ) : The following is a work of Non-Fiction:

The rain was coming down hard upon my helmet, bombs were exploding everywhere and I was fearing for my life. The clock tower in the town centre chimed out twelve long dongs before the air was once again filled with the quiet pitter-patter of rain. Midnight was upon us and that only meant one thing. Survive. They came at us with a rush and we screamed out in peril. I looked over at my second in command as she screamed into the com. "They're coming at us from all directions! The Charlies have us surrounded!" Her voice reverbrated through my skull, and that was when gunfire lit up the night sky.

The trench was our only sense of safety and hope, but the walls were collapsing into mud and there were far to many dead laying in the ditches. It seemed like a hapless cause and I readied my rifle. Clearing my throat as I looked to Kara, her eyes wide with terror. Tossing her my pistol, we had to fight or die trying and I wasn't about to let the Japs win. Laying flat on my stomach drenched from head to toe in the constant down pour I peered through my sight and let bullets fly. The sound richocheted off of the trees, but when I glanced through my lens again I saw our saving light.

Sliding down into pit again I looked to Kara, brown eyes open with pride and faith. "There is a God." I muttered. Kara's gaze met mine in what looked as though there was a question lost on her mind.

"You never would have said that if it weren't true." Her voice hoarse from screaming into the phone box for any sort of help or back up, but in that moment I peered at her again and nodded without a quizzical expression.

"You heard me right," jerking my head for her to ponder over the lip of the trench, I smiled as her eyes lit up. The sky was on fire her skin was illuminated with goosebumps. Flopping down next to her I grabbed that fragile hand within my own. Looking around all that were in our unit lay at peace in the bottom of a muddy grave, but we were saved.

A masculine voice called out to us. "IS THERE ANYONE ALIVE OUT THERE?" I wanted to scream for them, the pair that walked into the battle as though it were nothing. Bodies lay around our pit, but the trees were still burning with infinite hatred. The smell of chemicals filled the air, but they were so distant that it would do nothing to our lungs.

"AMERICA LAND OF THE FREE!" A feminie voice caught our ears and I stood up from the pit.

"HOME OF THE BRAVE!!" Raising my arms I screamed and screamed. They were ours, this pair of soldiers were from the homeland. What I would do to lay in my bed once more and if they were here that meant our ride had come at last. A man stood carrying a large pack and a nozzle, a gas mask covered his face but soon revealed such majestic features. "You two, you're coming with us. There is a chopper lift that will take you home, Quinnifred and I were searching for the last of the Mohicans but it looks like we found a pair of idiots."

Kara, clearly offended by the words Roberto spoke was about to lash out at him before I held her back. "Fighting our own on enemy turf will only make you one of them. We must go to safety." The blonde snapped her fingers quickly and a white light burst out from the middle of nowhere. Soon everything was gone and the four of us were left standing in a white space.

"Where- Where am I?" I whispered, but the walls seemed to echo my words and make them louder by each second.

Quinnifred the fearless held a finger to her lips in order to silence us. Pulling from the pocket of her cargo shorts, the girl started to scribble on the walls. "This is a transportation vortex, it will bring us home, but be silent or you will die of loudness and bloody ears." My eyes narrowed as I looked at Kara, waving for Quinnifred to hand over the marker, I scribbled out a few words.

"Good luck with this bitch hanging around," followed by an arrow that lead to Kara who was looking off into the nothing ness.

Opening her mouth she let out a screech and soon all four of us were keeling on the ground--

That was when I awake in my own bed. Unaware if it was dream or not until my hands met my ears. Quinnifred said that we would die, but I was very much alive. A ringing in my head was the only sound that could be heard through the bandages wrapped across my head. Looking to my left and to my right, it seemed we all survived, a note was scribbled on my chart saying that we made it out of the travel vortex before it was too late, but all four of us were blacked out upon arrival.