Post by Sirius Black on Aug 21, 2010 20:50:18 GMT
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Full Name: Sirius Black
Age: 16
Sex: Male
Bloodline: Pureblood
House: Gryffindor
About Me
Personality: Sirius Black, possibly the most famous student in Hogwarts. He is arrogant, pompous, reckless and, surprisingly, intelligent. People only love or hate him and he causes his teachers more problems than they can handle.
Sirius Black is loyal. He would never ever betray his friends. They're all in it for life, as far as he is concerned.
Being the most popular, Sirius never really has any secrets. Many people were itching to find some scandal, so he never gives them an excuse. Sirius is ashamed of nothing, and he does nothing to be ashamed of. He is perfect, and he knows it. He loves the attention, every girl in the school drooling over him, and every Slytherin that has ever existed hating him. He'll take any attention, because he loves it.
Appearance: Perfect, as described by many. He's tall, at six feet, dark, handsome, utterly amazing.
His hair is black, his skin is olive, his eyes are grey. He has high cheekbones and he has the rough around the edges aura.
Sirius keeps his hair long and messy, he does not want to look well groomed and presentable, because that doesn't match his personality. Wild and unpredictable, just got out of bed, that's how he likes it.
He is always well dressed, never failing to look elegant and appealing. That maybe the reason for the female attention, who knows?
His other form is dark and scrawny. A black, scruffy labrador-cross is the form of Sirius. The dog has long legs with long, wiry fur sticking up at the elbows.
It's face is thin and long, with grey eyes and long ears.
It's body is also long and thin, the fur is long and wiry and black.
The dog looks like a stray, but it is big enough to be a wolf.
Sirius is proud of his animagus form. People tend to stay away from him when he's a dog as he looks quite vicious. It's nice when he wants to be away from all the attention.
History: Born to Orion and Walburga Black in Number Twelve Grimmauld Place, London. Sirius is the oldest of the Black's two children. His brother, Regulus Black, was born two years later.
Sirius' relationship with his parents was rocky from the start. He did not believe in their views, and often irritated his parents by showing his support for the muggles and muggleborns as much as he could. His room was adorned with posters of famous muggles and Gryffindor colours. Pictures of his friends completed his anarchist decor.
Upon beginning Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Sirius brought shame upon the family by being enrolled into Gryffindor - the Black's rival House, being Slytherin.
At the end of his fifth year, Sirius broke free from his family's hatred and moved in with his friend, James Potter.
The Potters gladly welcomed him, and Sirius has been residing there since.
Roleplay sample: Sorry it's in first person, it's one of my stories rather than a roleplay.It was cold for this time of year. A cool breeze danced across my face and played with my hair, rustling the newspapers and empty alcohol bottles that littered the roof where I was perched, waiting, ready to pounce at the slightest of movements in the dark alley below.
The thirst had made me weak and my senses were not up to their usual standards. Consequently, I had to rely on my eyesight to pick out my prey.
The sun had just set behind the distant mountains but the city's nightlife had yet to crawl out of the cave it had been hiding in. I was the only exception. I had discovered, quite by accident, that dusk, when the sky was still a pinky-orange, was just as safe as the blackness of midnight. So of course I always got the best, clean blood.
Maybe the other vampires were wiser than I was, as I could easily misjudge the intensity of the sun and end up as a pile of ashes. Not that I minded; that was what was to become of me eventually anyway.
A flicker of grey caught my eye and my attention was immediately focused on the opening of the rat-inhabited street. A young boy, no older than ten, was wearing a faded grey t-shirt and torn, blood and grass stained shorts. He was crouching behind a pile of soggy cardboard boxes and panting heavily. He looked startled. If I were to feed on him, I would have to find a way to approach him without making him bolt. My drive for blood gave a painful tug at my throat as I contemplated waiting - it's patience was running out, as was mine. I sighed, I couldn't wait, so I had to try with this one.
I jumped silently across to the stairs on the opposite building and carefully began to climb down them. My lack of energy caused a dizzy spell that put me off balance and sent me plummeting towards the floor. I caught one of the rungs with my foot a few feet above the damp concrete. The loud clanging attracted the boy's attention and he looked up at me with his pale, panic-stricken face. Once he learned that I had seen him he launched forward and ran back into the main street. I would not chase him, I needed to save my strength.
However, it seemed that my territory was empty tonight, so I would have to move elsewhere anyway. Just what I didn't need; a run-in with another leech.
I let out a long sigh and reluctantly descended the ladder on which I had been frozen, still staring at the place where my prey had slipped away, and headed out onto darkening streets, looking for a meal.
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I solemly swear that I'm up to no good.
