Post by Sirius Orion Black on Feb 15, 2010 19:22:44 GMT -5
SIRIUS|ORION|BLACK
[/b][/center][/font][/size]so break yourself against my stones, and spit your pity in my soul
you never needed any help, you sold me out to save yourself
you never needed any help, you sold me out to save yourself
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[/size]IT’S A LIE SHE’S BEEN CARRING AROUND
IT’S THE LIE THAT WILL BRING HER DOWN
[/font][/size]IT’S THE LIE THAT WILL BRING HER DOWN
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[/size]Name: Sirius Orion Black
Nickname:
- SIRI;; This is sort of a pet name that he was given by a group of girls way back in his fourth year, it seems to have stuck even though he does hate the name. Occasionally an enemy or two will call him this in passing, it still doesn't seem to have worn off when it comes to the ladies either. Sirius hates this name with a passion and no matter how many times he tells people not to use they always end up going back to it in the end.
- PADFOOT;; Perhaps his most popular nickname to date, this is almost the most recent one that Sirius has earned. This nickname came about when he finally successfully changed into his animigus form, that of a black dog. The marauders commonly use this name for him, especially if they happen to be talking in code at the moment because few people know much about it -- and normally it doesn't make much sense to them.
- SERIOUS;; A popular mis-spelling and what Sirius might also consider misprounciation of his name also became adapted as yet another nickname for him. He hates this one as well because he doesn't like the way it looks or sounds since nothing about him seems even close to the true meaning of this word.
- BLACK;; Normally his surname is used by his enemies or even his fellow Quidditch members, it isn't uncommon for people to use it. Sirius doesn't mind it even though it does still tie him down to his pureblood roots, which are still somewhere in his bloodlines.
Age/Birthday: August 17th
Gender: Male
Orientation: straight [although he does flirt with everyone he will date nothing but girls]
Blood Status: pureblood
Affiliation: Order
Year/House: sixth year/GRYFFINDOR
Wand: 13 1/2 inches, oak wood, thestral tail hair
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[/size]TAKES PRIDE IN APPEARANCE
AND THE JOB IN HAND
[/size]AND THE JOB IN HAND
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[/size]Eyes:
Hair:
Height: 6'1''
Weight: 169 lbs
Distinguishing Features(if any): None to speak of aside from a few scattered scars from over the years.
Play-by: Trent Ford[/size]
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[/size]IT’S THE SIMPLE FLAW
THE MIND FORGETS TO LOOK FOR
[/size]THE MIND FORGETS TO LOOK FOR
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[/size]Erised:
Patronus:
GRYFFINDOR;; Being sorted into Gryffindor proved that Sirius was different from the majority of his family [as he had suspected], so this is his best memory to date. The relief that he felt that moment is unmatched still to this day considering that he thought he would be thrown into Slytherin with the bunch of them.[/ul]
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Dementor:
Amortentia:
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[/size]THE PIECE YOU DIDN’T SEE
AND THE PIECE YOU DIDN’T FIGHT FOR
[/size]AND THE PIECE YOU DIDN’T FIGHT FOR
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Strengths:
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[/size]IT’S THE CRACKING OF THE GLASS
THE HAUNTING OF YOUR PAST
[/size]THE HAUNTING OF YOUR PAST
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[/size]Family:
Pets: Tawny owl named Rubin
Residence: number 12 Grimmuald Place
History:
[/i][/color][/center]i climbed up a mountain, and looked off the edge
at all of the lives that i never have led
Blood is thicker than water in every sense when it is the only thing that counts when allegiances, friendships, and families are formed. This was the reason why the young and handsome looking Orion Black was forced into marrying his cousin Walburga Black, who anything but easy on the eyes. The marriage like all Black marriages was arranged by the father of the man and than the father of the woman concerned, since both were brothers there wasn’t a problem at all. Although incest was never praised straight out in the pureblood lines, it is honored as an old tradition and the only way to keep tainted blood from reaching that which is pure and preserved for centuries. Such was tradition so Orion Black followed it with few complaints despite his real hesitation to follow his father’s wishes he did what he was told and begrudgingly followed the tradition that had been upheld for so many years. For the sake of the bloodline and the family’s well being he married his cousin and than was bestowed the hononary responsibility of conceiving a sole heir to the Black name.
At first Orion had little intentions of actually engaging in the act of getting Walburga pregnant, but surprisingly not long after the wedding ceremony and a few bottles of champagne and wine later they naturally fell into “consummating the marriage” as his father had so properly put it hours before the ceremony ended. Thankfully on the first try it had worked and Orion didn’t need to touch Walburga ever again, or at least that’s how he thought things would go. Nine months later from that day in the middle of the frigid winter on the cold January day of the 19th a baby boy was born to Orion and Walburga Black. The boy was named Sirius after a distant dead relative and Orion for his father, the most ancient and pure house of Black now had a new generation to add to the family tapestry. They had an heir to the family fortune and the bloodlines had been preserved, but Orion still couldn’t help but feel like some sort of cow he had been picked only to keep the quality within the lines. Orion’s sheltered feelings although never revealed were expressed in his attitude towards the marriage, although always pure he was never always loyal. His wife on the other hand had more adoration for her husband than should have been necessary because she practically praised the ground that he walked on that was when they weren’t arguing. The marriage was just a show being put on, it had never been real and the two had never had any intentions of making it real, it was more of an illusion than anything – which was where all the trouble begun.
Sirius was born into a world of silence and for the first three years of his life that silence was readily preserved. As a small family they ate dinner in silence, he played in silence, and they listened to each other in silence. Barely more than a string of words was ever really muttered, and because of this Sirius had learned to keep his mouth shut. Perhaps he was shy of the consequences that would come if he ever said more than a few words, or maybe he could tell by the silent hostility that his parents possessed between one another that a storm was brewing on the horizon. When Sirius turned four the storm had come in and the silence between them all had broken, that fragile atmosphere was gone and with one word the whole world begun to crash down. The chaos that ensued came in the form his father’s constant disloyalty to the marriage his mother’s empty pleas, his parent’s drinking habits and than there was the constant pressure from the Black family to keep everything under wraps. The storm had come shortly after the birth of Regulus, Sirius’s younger brother whose existence was still something of a question to Sirius since his parents never seemed to like being in the same room with each other for that long. Regulus had really been something of an accident that Walburga would later come to adore more than Sirius because of his easily molded mind. With the arrival of a second son, there was no need for Orion to ever touch Walburga again and true to his vow so many years before he never did. Surprisingly Walburga never took this as an offense for her own deep sheltered love for Orion had begun to fade as the arrival of children brought something else for her to love and adore.
As the years progressed the broken silence between Orion and Walburga had grown worse as arguments and drunk bouts were plentiful never happening to far off from where the children were playing. From first hand experience Sirius had learned that he couldn’t get underfoot during these type of arguments and that he and Regulus were expected to be in the next room pretending not to hear their parent’s heated words exchanged. None the less Sirius had grown indifferent to these arguments because they happened all the time, he found ways around them avoiding his parents at all costs by hiding upstairs. That was how he had escaped before he found out that there was life behind the door that led in and out of #12 Grimmauld Place. From an early age Sirius had been instructed to never go outside, but after some begging and pleading at the tender age of five he was allowed to step outside. Under the instructions that he was not allowed to talk to anyone or even mumble a word to any filth that came from down the street or next door, Sirius had padded outside grinning broadly. Standing on the stoop in the morning sunlight day after day he busied himself with his own adventures always feeling just a little bit lonely. One day he had been drawing scrambled eggs on the sidewalk right alongside his house when he saw something very strange the invisible boundary between him and the muggles playing down the street had been broken. A small girl had skipped past him to retrieve an even smaller ball that had been rolling down the sidewalk. Having known from birth that muggles were dirty creatures not to be reckoned with Sirius couldn’t help but have a look and see for himself. Rising his head from the stoop that he had been drawing an exceptionally scrambled looking egg he examined the girl from a far. Once she had retrieved the small pink ball she had turned to him and smiled. From there afterward the encounter had been quite pleasant and he found that she was not something to fear or even hate for he was to young to really understand the depth of those emotions or the chain of pureblooded attitude that had lasted for centuries. That was the same chain that Sirius Black broke in a few mere seconds with the exchange of pleasant words with the small blonde headed muggle girl from down the street.
With his new views firmly in place, Sirius let the new idea spawn and take hold of him, the world that his parents had hidden from him intrigued him more than the dusty teachings that they so desperately tried to insert into his mind. As the years progressed a young Sirius begun to grow deeper and more steadfast to his own opinions about muggles, muggleborns, and the way that they really were. He no longer saw them as a potential threat to his pureblood line or even his own existence. Instead Sirius embraced their differences and found that he would rather see himself alongside them than against them. His secret double life was not revealed to his parents for at the young ages of 10 and 11 he was still out to please them. His parents never extolled him for anything and when they found out about his own encounters with the “trash” down the street he was severely punished on multiple occasions. Despite these happenings both Orion and Walburga wrote it off as Sirius being young and not understanding their faulty reason of the whole situation. Knowing their young son and his new tendencies they feared the day that he would receive his letter to Hogwarts in the mail. That would be the day that he would be finally released from their clutches and sent off to school where they were not able to watch him as closely. Who knows who he would associate with there.
Finally that fateful day had come and Sirius found himself more than just a little bit pleased. Any chance to escape his parents was a chance that he would have been more than happy to take. Their watchful eyes had been the very ones to keep him inside most of his younger years not to mention in recent months when he was found snogging a muggle girl from down the street. The result of this scenario had never been a pleasant experience for Sirius especially since the curses and the punishment that resulted were easily hid within the walls of the Black family house because of all the secrecy charms. But now bittersweet freedom had come in the form of an invitation to Hogwarts which Sirius more than eagerly accepted. In fact he even bothered to put on a bit of show for his parents in those few short weeks leading up to his arrival at Hogwarts. He was trying to persuade them that everything would be “okay” even though he did not know what to expect from the beginning as it was. By the looks of it everything now depended on his sorting, that would be his ticket out of here and possibly even a free pass onto the Black family “shit list” … or rather off of it. Whatever the result Sirius was both terrified and mystified by the idea of getting sorted into a house that was not Slytherin because he had heard before his parents talking about long lost relatives who had befallen that “fate.”
In the history of the Black family few individuals have merited the recognition of being kicked off of the family tapestry, it was not until later that Sirius himself would win this recognition. Upon arriving at Hogwarts Sirius Black found himself in a crowd of first years just like himself. On the train he had made the acquaintance of one James Potter and in the line during the sorting he had met a scruffy looking Remus Lupin. When he stepped up to the podium for his turn Sirius found himself lost in a spew of thoughts because he was about to make history in the Black family as one of the few wretched souls to be brave and different enough to be sorted into Gryffindor under a pureblood line. After those words had left the sorting hat’s mouth Sirius found himself in a world of trouble at home while he was basking in the glory of being different when he remained at Hogwarts. From there on out, Sirius Black found his life very much changed as he struggled at home and flourished at school. His family life went downhill as his parents continued to chide him for breaking the tradition while desperately trying to remind him of his practically royal roots. Sirius ignored them with a passion and developed an even deeper hatred for anything pureblooded. Although he was failing miserably to impress his parents at home, Sirius prospered at Hogwarts creating a good reputation for himself and his friends.
Soon to be known as the marauders, perhaps the most notorious pranksters in Hogwarts history, Sirius Black, James Potter, Peter Pettigrew, and Remus Lupin ruled the attention of the general student body in a few ways. By his third year Sirius Black had earned the reputation of being a womanizer, which somehow would hurt his relations with his family back home even more. As Sirius grew more disconnected to his parents, his brother Regulus had upheld the family honor and made it into Slytherin, he also grew more destructive. Earning himself a reputation as a vandal and a prankster, Sirius was ready to destroy anything in sight while still holding a finger down on his own charm and talking himself out of the situation. Throughout this period Sirius made a lot of enemies, but perhaps the most notorious of them all was Snivellius or Severus Snape. The two carried on a feud that begun the first day of Hogwarts when Snape accused Sirius of being a pureblooded traitor right after the sorting. Due to the natural rival of Gryffindor and Slytherin Sirius and Snape fell into a more than one fight. Soon Snivellius became the favorite torture victim of all the marauders and usually the butt of every prank that they would pull. Throughout the years the hatred and the gap between the two extremes grew and Snape would find himself widely famous as the marauder’s favorite target.
Need less to say all things put aside, Sirius now has found himself in his sixth year at Hogwarts feeling closer than ever to marauders but also harboring a few secrets up his sleeve. In their fifth year the marauders researched becoming animigi to help Remus through his painful transformation as a werewolf every full moon. Unknown to most all the marauders aside from Remus are unregistered animigi. In addition to this Sirius has lately being dealing with escalated problems at home with his family, recently he has been toying with the idea of running away to the Potter home which James has told him would gladly accept his arrival with open arms.[/blockquote][/size]
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[/size]YOU TOOK YOUR EYES UP OFF THE GAME
YOU’VE GOT NO ONE LEFT TO BLAME
[/size]YOU’VE GOT NO ONE LEFT TO BLAME
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The flourescent lights reflected dimly off the old worn marble that was practically spotless because of the unuse that the bathroom saw. All things considered it was the perfect place to go, especially since it was hard to find a quiet corner in Hogwarts. It was the superb meeting place, but it could also be the best place to think because it provided the most shelter and even more isolation from prying eyes and ears. Plainly put very few would venture into a bathroom unless they actually had business that they had to carry out there. That was all exlcuding Sirius Black, who very often found a bathroom the perfect place to frequent when certain activities of questionable legality were concerned. Today one of those activities had brought him over to the bathroom on the sixth floor. Recently skipping class had turned into Sirius's favorite past time, today was no exception as he was currently hanging around in the bathroom on this floor waiting for the last set of bells to ring. He had no desire to go to potions today, so he got as far away from the dungeons as he could in the short amount of time that he was given to change classes. What he had really come here for more than anything was to relax and perhaps even unwind, it was something that he seldom got to do because he happened to be caught up in a lot of other things. Perched on a sink in the corner of the room, book bag sprawled beneath his feet, Sirius loosened his tie and plucked the first few top buttons open. The school uniform felt so restricting, especially when it came to breathing, he couldn't exactly breath easy until the tie was pulled from his neck, but by the messy knot that he had done up quickly this morning he wasn't prepared to do that yet. Besides there was still a few more class periods that he had to attend and that would mean that he would have to be in dress code, or at least some part of it.
Pulling at the corners of his shirt, Sirius untucked it as he pressed his face up against the cool yellowed tile wall in the bathroom. The sink was the perfect sitting place since it was rather close to the wall, or close enough at least so that Sirius could lean on the wall to keep his balance. The cooling feeling felt good after the long jog up the steps, not to mention the struggle to get here in the first place. Getting here was only half the fun, now the real action would begin shortly as soon as the last bell rang, than he would be in the clear zone. Right now, Sirius was looking out for any wandering Prefects or male students walking into the bathroom. He doubted either of the two would show because the place was known for its seldom use and constant isolation. Sirius was just glad to get out of the jumble of the hallways which had gotten worse in recent years as people seemed utterly confused as to which way they were going. As soon as the year progressed further in than the first years would finally be able to grasp the hang of things and possibly learn to get a better sense of direction. When navigating the hallways, Sirius sometimes found himself slipping through the passageways that they had found over the years when the crowds got really bad.
The last bell sounded loudly, echoing off the tile walls in the bathroom, and resounding through the stone corridors just outside the thin wooden door. Sirius could easily imagine the jumble of students a floor below rushing to class and praying that they got there on time. Being late was never a pleasant experiance especially when it involved a Hogwarts Professor. Heaving a sigh of relief, Sirius was happy to hear the last bell ring as it meant that he had probably gotten away again with skipping class, unless the Professor that he had next talked to the potions Professor again. It had happened on various occasions because Sirius was a frequent no show in one class and than always present in the next one. The pattern weaved in and out throughout his day depending on which classes he liked and which ones he hated. He made a point to skip out on the ones that he thought were just plain boring. Given the benefit of being alone, Sirius reached into his pocket producing a pack of cigarettes. It was a chemical kind of relief that had the ability to sooth Sirius's nerves. Things had been getting sticky at home again and he wasn't willing to deal with it anymore. The end was very well there and he could see it in sight, he knew he was going to be kicked out soon because of the letters that his parents had been sending recently -- all had been howlers. Regulus loved to send his parents letters about which muggleborn girls Sirius had been sweet talking lately, which was one of the reason why the arguements had only proved to exceed in intensity.
Pulling at the corners of his shirt, Sirius untucked it as he pressed his face up against the cool yellowed tile wall in the bathroom. The sink was the perfect sitting place since it was rather close to the wall, or close enough at least so that Sirius could lean on the wall to keep his balance. The cooling feeling felt good after the long jog up the steps, not to mention the struggle to get here in the first place. Getting here was only half the fun, now the real action would begin shortly as soon as the last bell rang, than he would be in the clear zone. Right now, Sirius was looking out for any wandering Prefects or male students walking into the bathroom. He doubted either of the two would show because the place was known for its seldom use and constant isolation. Sirius was just glad to get out of the jumble of the hallways which had gotten worse in recent years as people seemed utterly confused as to which way they were going. As soon as the year progressed further in than the first years would finally be able to grasp the hang of things and possibly learn to get a better sense of direction. When navigating the hallways, Sirius sometimes found himself slipping through the passageways that they had found over the years when the crowds got really bad.
The last bell sounded loudly, echoing off the tile walls in the bathroom, and resounding through the stone corridors just outside the thin wooden door. Sirius could easily imagine the jumble of students a floor below rushing to class and praying that they got there on time. Being late was never a pleasant experiance especially when it involved a Hogwarts Professor. Heaving a sigh of relief, Sirius was happy to hear the last bell ring as it meant that he had probably gotten away again with skipping class, unless the Professor that he had next talked to the potions Professor again. It had happened on various occasions because Sirius was a frequent no show in one class and than always present in the next one. The pattern weaved in and out throughout his day depending on which classes he liked and which ones he hated. He made a point to skip out on the ones that he thought were just plain boring. Given the benefit of being alone, Sirius reached into his pocket producing a pack of cigarettes. It was a chemical kind of relief that had the ability to sooth Sirius's nerves. Things had been getting sticky at home again and he wasn't willing to deal with it anymore. The end was very well there and he could see it in sight, he knew he was going to be kicked out soon because of the letters that his parents had been sending recently -- all had been howlers. Regulus loved to send his parents letters about which muggleborn girls Sirius had been sweet talking lately, which was one of the reason why the arguements had only proved to exceed in intensity.