BLACK, Sirius Orion

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me, books and cleverness ,

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there are more important things like friendship and bravery~hermione granger, sorcerer's stone.[/font]



sirius orion black !
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follow the spiders, follow the spiders ,

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if hagrid ever gets out of azkaban i'll kill him.~ron weasley, chamber of secrets[/font][/center]

full name:

Sirius Orion Black the Third. Dreadful name, I know, but I also know that you have all come to worship it. I'm joking, of course. At least to some degree. Personally, I wish my family would have been a bit more creative with my name. Sirius is very nice but it's been used before. That alone makes the name lose any luster and shine it had previously. I'm named primarily after Sirius Black the Second. The first one died before he could do much worth competing against. See, nothing special for me.Though, to some degree, I feel that I've made the name my own in a certain number of ways.

Then, of course, there's the matter of nicknames. My mother has affectionately coined the term 'blood traitor' for me. It's precious. Over the years the majority of my family has called me that. I accept it with pride. I take humor in referring to myself as a 'Son Of a Bitch'. It fit my initials and background very well. A very select few refer to me as Padfoot. That is for reasons that I wish not to discuss. Dreadful business, really. Then to everyone else, Sirius or Black works just great.

age:

Sixteen. Nothing spectacular to say here.

profession:

Would resident heart throb count? No? Consider me unemployed, then!

house:

Gryffindor through and through! I have no shame in rooting for the red and gold. This is one of the ways that I have made a name for myself.

year:

I'm in my sixth year. The fact is a little bittersweet for me.

never trust anything that can think for itself,

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if you can't see where it keeps its brain~ mr. weasley, from the chamber of secrets [/font][/center]


hair color and style:

Mum used to say my hair was a downright disaster with how I kept it as a kid. Obviously I never agreed with her solution to comb it down and back, and here you have it! Long, glorious, dark tendrils of hair is what I deal with day-to-day. There's not much I need to do with it. A simple comb through and a bit of a ruffle is the most styling you'll see me commit to my hair. Otherwise, this look is all natural.

eye color:

Some odd mix of blue and grey. They look stone cold and remind me too much of my family.

distinguished 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, 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.

playby:

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.

you know the Prefects' bathroom on the fifth floor? it's not a bad place for a bath.,

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Just take your egg and... mull things over in the hot water.~cedric diggory,goblet of fire[/font][/center]


likes:

I like a lot of things. I don't know why people think I'm such a 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 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. 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 as well. I hate social status or anyone who find themselves better than another. Money and history are not everything. 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.

habits:

A lot of people say I'm too rash, which I can agree with to an extent. Waiting leads to accomplishing nothing. I also have a habit of staring off into the 'void', as noted by James. When things get boring or are not worth my attention, I resort to my own thoughts to stay entertained. Then, as everyone should know, I have the incredible habit of getting into trouble. I find this to be more of a God-given talent, though.

secrets:

It wouldn't be a secret if I told you now, eh?

FINE, fine. alright. 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 over the summer. He hasn't given me the time of day since last summer's incident, however.

And onto less dramatic subjects, I'm an unregistered animagi. It took a few years to master it, but I finally got it down to an art. I take the form of a dog. Tell anyone ANY of this, and your life will be on the line.

patronus:

Oh Merlin, there's a simple one. It was 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. That didn't last for long, though. While we had previously talked on the train to Hogwarts, James and I had a dormitory together as well. Just seeing him provided me comfort. He picked up on what was happening and was my support system from then on. The guy is like my brother.

amortentia:

All of these questions are melting my pretty little mind! 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.

you may not like him minister ,

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but you can't deny dumbledore's got style.~kingsley shacklebolt,order of the phoenix[/font][/center]

father: Orion Black, 48, Alive
mother: Walburga Black, 52, Alive
brothers: Regulus Black, 15, Slytherin, Alive
sisters: None, unless Regulus counts in this category as well.
other: I've got three bothersome pets. They're too much work to even talk about.
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, despite 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. Anyway, 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 it's 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. It's not like my father helped her with it, either. After the whole mess of having children, my father remained low and served as the silent domineering figure in his study. My mother was the one to fear. I was a downright hellion growing up. I paid the price with beatings galore and passing the time in 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. And 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 that went to sort those from the house of Black. It took nearly forever for me, though. At least it felt like it. And 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. And 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. And life became wonderful then.

Going home that summer was terrible, but I made it a point to how 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.

Last summer 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.

why is it that when everytime something happens ,

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it is always you three.~minerva mcgonagall,half blood prince[/font][/center]

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rp example:

He was hot.

No, Remus was not hot. Hot meant that he was sexy, which he was not. Instead, he was literally shriveling into himself with the unbearable heat that sweltered through the windows of his father’s beat up car. He was not hot. He was a raisin, like an old man. The boy was a miserable sight, and as he felt his clothes grow heavier and heavier with each ounce of lost hydration seeping in he only wished for James Potter‘s house to come up sooner. Why Remus had decided to take this car across the country was beyond him. There must have been something in the air that day that clouded his better frame of mind to say, indeed, that the collaboration of tin and oil was no more than a piece of junk. Instead he thought better of what it was. It was transportation. It was ‘retro’. It was the damn near coolest thing he had ever been given permission to operate. Perhaps the only manly aspect to dear Lupin was his interest in cars, and at the time he believed his father’s car to be something of interest and potential. Before even closing the door to the beast created, to what he could guess, before the age of man, the dear boy of sixteen should have thought better than to even attempt driving the hunk of metal. Not even an hour into his road trip could he feel beads of sweat forming along his neck and dripping down his back. His face was thoroughly flustered before even making it out of his town. Remus was more than a hot and blistered raisin. He was pissed, to say the least, and beyond miserable. Fuck retro, screw transportation. He would have gotten by merrier crawling backwards through a snowstorm.

The three day journey was enough to make him want to drive into a ditch. Chocolate, once his most beloved form of comfort, did nothing but create a mess all over his belongings, furthering his less than glorious trip to his friend’s house. What started as five hefty bars of the substance became a pool of brown in his cup holder and along his dashboard. It dripped along his hands, onto the shaft that his father assumed to be the shifter, and all over his new clothes that he had so desperately tried to keep clean. A chocolate murder had happened within the confines that Remus inhabited, making him not only boiling but smelling much like a fudge brownie baking terribly in the oven. And his essays. Oh, his poor essays! Chocolate had somehow managed to seep its way into his most treasured obsession in the matter of schooling. Surely he would have to re-write them. He had worked so hard on them, too. Truth be told, the only thing that Remus was able to look forward to was a nice shower, a switch into some clean pajamas, and a nap that would last for the rest of summer. He no longer wanted to trying patching things up between him and Sirius or anyone for that matter. Had he not been so close to his journey being completed, the boy would have turned right around. He wanted to remain a hermit like he had been all summer. He didn’t want to see anyone’s face, more so now that he looked like something dragged through hell and back again. He wanted to punch Sirius in the face for even coming up with the oh-so-‘wonderful’ idea to have a great friendly get-together at the Potter home. Sirius Black… Remus wanted to mangle Sirius Black. Remus wanted a bar, not a pool, of chocolate and a bruised and bloody Sirius Black.

Of course, he knew that he would never grow the balls to tell the other this small fact. Even in letters where Remus was a fair distance from his once admired companion, he was unable to write of how he felt exactly. Oh, Remus Lupin knew of Sirius’s attempts to make things better between them. Sirius didn’t mean to hurt him like that, Sirius hadn’t thought things through. Sirius Black was dead in Remus’s mind no matter the reason, and as the small speck of a Potter home came up along the road, Remus knew that his current actions were done more out of pity than a wanting to see the other. Like hell would he accept apologies so quickly. He was hurt, nearly torn at the seams with what had happened the year previous. For a month Remus considered dropping out of school. Pulling into what he believed to be the remnants of a drive-way, he reconsidered still even spending a week with him and the others. Nonetheless, he parked the beast and leaned back into the chair, grimacing at the idea of seeing Sirius’s face once more. Even more, his clothes were now soaked in sweat and chocolate, and the white shirt he had on stuck to his back in a not-so-appealing way. Without a thought he wiped his brow of the sweat collecting on his forehead, cursing when he realized that chocolate was on his hands. Fecal matter. It looked like Remus had gotten into a fight with fecal matter and lost. Merlin, he wanted to sleep. What a terrible friend he now would be to enter the Potter home to only sleep the week away. There he would be, he imagined while clumsily opening the door and stepping out, sleeping on a couch without any regards to his friends. He would serve as an ornament better than a companion. Right now he cared less. Rubbing a hand through his hair (being that his face was already covered in sweat and cocoa), he sighed and turned his head towards the house. Stumbling to his truck he unloaded what items had been saved from the disaster that occupied the rest of his car. This was followed by him dropping them to the ground and going back into the chocolaty jungle, somehow crawling his way to the back of the car, and grabbing his disheveled papers. Once everything was set into a pile as neat as could be managed, he used what little energy he had left to drag himself and everything else to the front door of the Potter abode. Then, the real obstacle was to be completed. To knock, or not to knock. With a moment of hesitation, Remus found he was only able to tap upon the door with his eyes closed. He waited then, wishing for nothing more than to disintegrate on the spot. He hoped to God that James answered.

i have seen your heart and it's mine. I have seen your dreams,

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