Post by SIRIUS ORION BLACK on Nov 10, 2012 15:08:08 GMT -5
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I BEEN ROAMIN' AROUND ,
[/font]I BEEN ROAMIN' AROUND ,
always lookin' down at all i see
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SIRIUS O. BLACK[/center]
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PAINTED FACES FILL ,
[/font]PAINTED FACES FILL ,
the spaces i can't reach
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NICKNAMES: siri, pads, padfoot, black.
AGE: sixteen.
D.O.B.: november 15th, 1959.
HOUSE: gryffindor.
ALLEGIANCE: always good.
PROFESSION: sixth year student.
WAND TYPE: 15", dogwood, unicorn mane hair.
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YOU KNOW THAT I ,
[/font]YOU KNOW THAT I ,
could use somebody
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EYE COLOUR: dark brown, almost black.
HEIGHT: 6'0.
WEIGHT: 148 lbs.
BODY TYPE: skinny, somewhat athletic.
VOICE: musky, deep tone.
PERSONAL STYLE: somewhat casual, yet evidently some influence from his parents' style of living still remains. during earlier years, sirius would have been forced to wear ridiculous (in his opinion) rich pieces of clothing that were designed to look exactly the same as every single pureblood family - dark and dull, yet apparently an expensive taste. on reaching teenage years, he began to rebel more, wearing more typical teenage apparel, starting with jeans and shirts other than ones his upbringing might have dictated in the past. however, the influence of darker shades and tones in his clothing has yet to completely disappear, with him secretly still favouring the blackness of clothing on occasions.
GENERAL DESCRIPTION: seems to be one of those people that tends to look good on almost all social occasions without needing to actively maintain his appearance, a sort of casual elegance comes with sirius black.
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AND ALL YOU KNOW ,
[/font]AND ALL YOU KNOW ,
and how you speak
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CHARACTER DISLIKES: pressure of any kind, criticism of his choice of friends, severus snape, his friends undergoing any kind of suffering, his family's attempts to goad him back into their lifestyle, pureblood racist views, having to work on the occasions that remus does not oblige him in doing his essays, fleas in his transformed body, the obsession with blood purity, herbology.
GOALS: sirius doesn't really have a set goal yet. why? he's only sixteen, for merlin's sake. he figures he has plenty of time to rid himself of his family's influence for once and for all while taking the time to enjoy himself and graduate hogwarts with the small group of friends he's entirely devoted to.
BOGGART: losing one of his three best friends - sirius is fiercely loyal to each of his closest friends, the ones he tends to think of as his actual family.
PATRONUS: over the summer between his fifth and his sixth year, having the opportunity to run away from his domineering family's pressures of being "like them" has greatly improved sirius' general mood. it was on the first of these occasions, where his friend first made this suggestion of him leaving the house whenever he needed to that made him realise that he was entirely capable of doing so. he felt a sense of liberation the moment he stepped outside of the door for that first time.
DEMENTOR: continuous imprisonment. having relinquished some of his parents' control over his daily actions for good, he has no intention of giving his newly discovered sense of freedom up. the idea that he might be locked in a room similar to the one that he was forced to remain in during his youth makes him very uncomfortable.
AMORENTIA: freshly mown grass, the lake on a summer day, chicken breast meat.
BASIC PERSONALITY: loyal, mischievious, excitable, protective, sarcastic, confident, lazy, impulsive, vindictive, charming.
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COUNTLESS LOVERS ,
[/font]COUNTLESS LOVERS ,
under cover of the streets
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MOTHER: walburga black.
BROTHER(S): regulus black.
SISTER(S): n/a.
OTHER: cousins - narcissa, andromeda and bellatrix.
BLOOD STATUS: pureblood.
HOMETOWN: london, england.
CURRENT RESIDENCE: london, england.
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I HOPE IT'S GONNA MAKE ,
[/font]I HOPE IT'S GONNA MAKE ,
you notice someone like me,
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RP EXPERIENCE: too many to remember.
HOW YOU FOUND US: through my omniscience.
OTHER CHARACTERS: gilderoy lockhart.
POP QUIZ! as many as you can keep active.
RP SAMPLE:
Damon was always right. If you didn't notice it for yourself, he'd be only too eager to point it out for you so that you were aware of this fact for future occasions. So, it didn't come as a surprise to him when he was right, only when he was wrong. It did surprise him to learn that Adrienne was insisting on challenging him for the title of the most stubborn person in the room, for he made sure to avoid speaking, or even thinking of a relationship. It had been a few weeks, but he could not change the habit of a lifetime in these weeks, although this reluctance to acknowledge himself as the "other half" of a girl was not her fault. Even during those confused moments where he'd found himself hating her and himself for having even fallen into such a disturbingly weird and new situation that he had to consider different to the previous "relationships." He'd always known that she was reasonably stubborn in her moods and behaviour, for he'd spent the best part of a month attempting to persuade her that spending the night with him was the best decision she would ever make. He kind of liked that she was this stubborn, because he didn't enjoy the feeling of being too close or emotionally attached to one female, but this felt strange.
Wasn't she supposed to want to stay by his side? Apparently not, because she'd wanted to go to a party that he had no intention of ever attending. He'd inwardly growled, but he was overall unbothered by her attending such a social event, since he welcomed some time to himself where he didn't have others watching them like they were something audience-worthy through the oddness of their interactions. Evidently, if he'd had known, he would have overruled her decision, stating that under no circumstances was she to attend that stupid ball. But how could he have known? He hadn't even suspected that something like that would happen inside Hogsmeade. So, both being completely naive to the events that would soon unfold, he'd grinned to her in a mere goodbye that she seemed to accept before walking away. In those few hours, he'd enjoyed doing nothing of noteworthy standards, consisting mostly of lazing around and annoying the unfortunate students who were not yet old enough to visit the wizarding village. It still didn't occur to him to wonder what was happening in the alternative location, but on occasions, he'd find himself wishing that she hadn't gone. Pushing this thought aside, he'd returned to the activities he was taking pleasure in, the hedonistic side beating his sensible one.
When the announcement first hit his ears, he barely paid attention, until the expression of the professor caught his attention. It was an expression that he'd never seen before, an expression that wasn't one he would like to see again. His attention did not leave her mouth after that, where he heard words he could not process. It wasn't possible, how could something like that happen? But why would the school play such a horrible practical joke upon their students? He still couldn't comprehend what she was saying, it seemed so unlikely, so horrible. He felt his stomach drop, with each word that she had said eventually reaching his nerves. This had to be a sick joke. How would such a thing happen to a Hogwarts event? Hogwarts was supposed to protect their students, he decided, feeling anger rising in his body as he considered the adult standing opposite him. Anger that could have potentially matched one of Terwynn's rages, because he couldn't deal with this statement - he couldn't accept that something like that had actually happened during the time he'd been sleeping. His eyes locked onto the face of the professor, before he stood up suddenly, knocking over his chair in the abrupt process before walking out of the common room without another glance.
Although that last move might have given the impression that he was merely upset, or that he was calm, being able to repress his emotions, neither was the case. He still felt the aggression racing throughout his thoughts, as he turned the corner of the corridor leading to the common room and started running instead. He was no longer aware of his movements, it was almost as though it came naturally to him as he ran down the hallways leading to the entrance hall. Various students and teaching staff fixed him with a curious and confused expression, or so he imagined, their faces barely registered with him. Was that a small prick of desperation catching his mind, as he continued to run? None of this made any sense at all, he confirmed to himself. Due to stupid school rules about not being able to apparate inside the castle grounds, he rushed past the gate, until he saw a glimpse of the village in the distance. He could not now see it as the same place that he had loved during his third year, for it held different memories. Standing at the edge of the ground, he apparated, his mind swarming with thoughts and feelings that he could not even attempt to rid himself of. It seemed beyond impossible to express how he was existing at that moment, with so much frustration and anger.
He picked himself off the floor, changing his pace to a slower one, although he was sure that the same desperation that had inspired him to move so quickly was still invading his mind. He pushed everything aside, demanding that he be given directions. Once this occured, he returned to running once more, skipping several steps, for he had never been the logical mind that would have thought of taking the elevator. This was halted, however, when he stood outside the door. He couldn't do it. He'd come this far and now he was standing right outside and he was too scared to walk into the room. Was it possible that he'd developed such a pathetic feeling over the last weeks? He wasn't a coward. He went to push the panel of the door, although hesitated a second time, hating himself for being so scared of a mere girl. But she wasn't just a girl, he knew this inside. That was why he found himself struggling, he couldn't bring himself to seem so weak and pathetic in front of the girl who wasn't just a girl. She was the girl, the one that demanded his attention. His hands raked through his hair, in exasperation, before he forced himself to walk in, not taking a moment to consider a chair.
He kneeled, his hand reaching for hers in a sharp motion that he couldn't even have thought over. "Adrienne." He let go of her hand, moving his hands to grip her shoulders, as though shaking her enthusiastically would make everything better. "Everyone's talking about this. You're not allowed to be more famous than me, remember? You're supposed to be the moody one and insult me for being arrogant and inappropriate." He managed a small smile, as he watched her, before stating the one truth that he usually kept to himelf. "I need you to be here for me."
Wasn't she supposed to want to stay by his side? Apparently not, because she'd wanted to go to a party that he had no intention of ever attending. He'd inwardly growled, but he was overall unbothered by her attending such a social event, since he welcomed some time to himself where he didn't have others watching them like they were something audience-worthy through the oddness of their interactions. Evidently, if he'd had known, he would have overruled her decision, stating that under no circumstances was she to attend that stupid ball. But how could he have known? He hadn't even suspected that something like that would happen inside Hogsmeade. So, both being completely naive to the events that would soon unfold, he'd grinned to her in a mere goodbye that she seemed to accept before walking away. In those few hours, he'd enjoyed doing nothing of noteworthy standards, consisting mostly of lazing around and annoying the unfortunate students who were not yet old enough to visit the wizarding village. It still didn't occur to him to wonder what was happening in the alternative location, but on occasions, he'd find himself wishing that she hadn't gone. Pushing this thought aside, he'd returned to the activities he was taking pleasure in, the hedonistic side beating his sensible one.
When the announcement first hit his ears, he barely paid attention, until the expression of the professor caught his attention. It was an expression that he'd never seen before, an expression that wasn't one he would like to see again. His attention did not leave her mouth after that, where he heard words he could not process. It wasn't possible, how could something like that happen? But why would the school play such a horrible practical joke upon their students? He still couldn't comprehend what she was saying, it seemed so unlikely, so horrible. He felt his stomach drop, with each word that she had said eventually reaching his nerves. This had to be a sick joke. How would such a thing happen to a Hogwarts event? Hogwarts was supposed to protect their students, he decided, feeling anger rising in his body as he considered the adult standing opposite him. Anger that could have potentially matched one of Terwynn's rages, because he couldn't deal with this statement - he couldn't accept that something like that had actually happened during the time he'd been sleeping. His eyes locked onto the face of the professor, before he stood up suddenly, knocking over his chair in the abrupt process before walking out of the common room without another glance.
Although that last move might have given the impression that he was merely upset, or that he was calm, being able to repress his emotions, neither was the case. He still felt the aggression racing throughout his thoughts, as he turned the corner of the corridor leading to the common room and started running instead. He was no longer aware of his movements, it was almost as though it came naturally to him as he ran down the hallways leading to the entrance hall. Various students and teaching staff fixed him with a curious and confused expression, or so he imagined, their faces barely registered with him. Was that a small prick of desperation catching his mind, as he continued to run? None of this made any sense at all, he confirmed to himself. Due to stupid school rules about not being able to apparate inside the castle grounds, he rushed past the gate, until he saw a glimpse of the village in the distance. He could not now see it as the same place that he had loved during his third year, for it held different memories. Standing at the edge of the ground, he apparated, his mind swarming with thoughts and feelings that he could not even attempt to rid himself of. It seemed beyond impossible to express how he was existing at that moment, with so much frustration and anger.
He picked himself off the floor, changing his pace to a slower one, although he was sure that the same desperation that had inspired him to move so quickly was still invading his mind. He pushed everything aside, demanding that he be given directions. Once this occured, he returned to running once more, skipping several steps, for he had never been the logical mind that would have thought of taking the elevator. This was halted, however, when he stood outside the door. He couldn't do it. He'd come this far and now he was standing right outside and he was too scared to walk into the room. Was it possible that he'd developed such a pathetic feeling over the last weeks? He wasn't a coward. He went to push the panel of the door, although hesitated a second time, hating himself for being so scared of a mere girl. But she wasn't just a girl, he knew this inside. That was why he found himself struggling, he couldn't bring himself to seem so weak and pathetic in front of the girl who wasn't just a girl. She was the girl, the one that demanded his attention. His hands raked through his hair, in exasperation, before he forced himself to walk in, not taking a moment to consider a chair.
He kneeled, his hand reaching for hers in a sharp motion that he couldn't even have thought over. "Adrienne." He let go of her hand, moving his hands to grip her shoulders, as though shaking her enthusiastically would make everything better. "Everyone's talking about this. You're not allowed to be more famous than me, remember? You're supposed to be the moody one and insult me for being arrogant and inappropriate." He managed a small smile, as he watched her, before stating the one truth that he usually kept to himelf. "I need you to be here for me."
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OFF IN THE NIGHT ,
[/font]OFF IN THE NIGHT ,
while you live it up
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