BLACK, SIRIUS O.

[sirius orion black]

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 ) : my full name is sirius orion black.
( NICKNAMES ) : my nickname is padfoot. but thats strictly between myself, james, remus and peter. i got that because of my animagus form. but most people call me sirius or just black.
( SEX ) : im obviously a male.
( BLOOD TYPE ) : im a pure-blood. unfortunately.
( AGE & DOB ) : im seventeen and my birthday is on the seventh of october.
( YEAR ) : im a seventh year at hogwarts.
( HOUSE ) : im in my last year as a gryffindor. god, im going to miss it.
( AFFILIATION ) : order all the way, death eaters are sick bastards and neutral people are just in denial of what is happening around them.
( SEXUAL ORIENTATION ) : one hundred percent hetroxexual.
( WAND ) : my wand is twelve inches in length, has a core of dragon heartstring and is made from ash. apparently its especially good at transfiguration, which i wouldnt disagree with. but i love my wand, seriously, i'd feel empty without it.

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"I CAN'T PRETEND ANYMORE.
YOU'VE CHOSEN YOUR WAY, I'VE CHOSEN MINE."
• the personality • the personality • the personality •
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( LIKES ) : things i like? oh theirs loads... er, off we go: hogwarts, gryffindors, hufflepuffs, ravenclaws, the beach, the lake, water, his friends, his family, his wand, transfiguration, transforming, james potter, remus lupin, peter pettigrew, smiling, laughing, candy floss, photographs, fashion, cameras, fruit pastels, music, singing in the shower, trampolines, over-grown grass, hogsmeade, hiking, hiding, playing hide and seek, cupcakes, home cooking, getting good grades, his cockney accent, london, england, fate, his friends parents, mornings, nights, sleeping, watching, listening, using latin, swimming, distance running, weights, girls, handing homework in on time, salads, broomsticks, quidditch, tennis, sailing, being in dog form, watch a movie, popcorn, being a vegetarian, standing up for animal rights, attention, knowing answers, being trusted and, oh, of course, bullying snape, the greasy slimeball.
( DISLIKES ) : what i dont like... jeez. when do the questions end. oh sorry. i didnt mean it. i'll just get on. i dont like: stupid people, meat, selfish people, attention when im busy, being bored, being interrupted, being tired, slytherins, my parents, loud noises, people with 'stupid' american accents, not getting his five-a-day, missing a deadline (although it happens a lot), getting something wrong, bad grades, his brother, snape hahaa, what a twat. oh right, yeah, what i dont like: feeling trapped, fur coats, broom crashes, picture books, biscuits, drunks, drug addicts, alcoholics, anyone less perfect than me & strangely, for some weird reason, anyone more perfect than me.
( STRENGTHS ) : i guess im good at: listening, quidditch, being creative, playing piano, staying quiet, lessons, learning, causing trouble, looking innocent, lying, conversing, watching what goes on around me, unwavering concentration, annoying snapey, what!? you asked for my strengths? few more.. focus, comebacks, charm everyone i talk to and fights.
( WEAKNESSES ) : being a hopeless romantic, reading other peoples emotions, pretty girls they always get the sweetener out of me, its bloody annoying and er, getting fleas when im in dog form. urgh it sucks.
( RIDDIKULUS! ) : my boggart is my mum. merlins beard she's fricking scary.
( EXPECTO PATRONUM! ) : my patronus takes the form of a large dog. i must seriously be like a god, my animagus form and my patronus. and of course you;ll want the memory i use. okay: my best memory is being placed in gryffindor. god how i hated my family. the whole lot were in slytherin and have been for centuries. but no, not me. the old hat wanted me to be in slytherin but i put my foot down. my mother said i was a disgrace, but that made the memory happier.
( DEMENTOR'S KISS ) : my worst memory eh? well not that ive ever been near a dementor before, they shit me up but you know. i imagine if they did i would have the memory of snape almost dying a year or two back. i wouldnt mind him dying, but it would have been my fault, and i aint no murderer.
( MIRROR OF ERISED ) : my deepest desire is to have a decent family and for original family to accept who i am.
( PET PEEVES ) : argh! i hate it when people snitch on you, that its just pathetic. i also hate how i sometimes get weak-kneed around girls and when my mother shouts at me and says how good rolf is. no, scratch that, just my mother.
( AROMENTIA ) : i love the smell of freshly watered flowers, girls shampoo, purfume and dewy ground.
( PERSONALITY ) : i suppose im a bit of an introvert, a charmer, quite quiet, very hot-tempered, fiery, warm (to the people i like), shy, intelligent, or so the teachers say, sporty & a little bit big-headed.

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"DID YOU LIKE QUESTION TEN, MOONY?"
"LOVED IT. 'GIVE FIVE SIGNS THAT IDENTIFY THE WEREWOLF.'"
• the appearance • the appearance • the appearance •
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( HAIR ) : well my hair would be pretty long if it wasnt curly. but it stays off my shoulders because of the loose curls. its a deep brown that runs in our family, so im thinking of charming it a different color and is a smile cut, nothing special. i suppose i like it, i mean, there's nothing wrong with it. but like i said, i dont want the color to be associated with my family.
( EYES ) : my eyes match the color of my hair (a deep brown) and rounded, but i like them a lot more than my hair. their warmer than the rest of my family. they all have a hard flash or glint. you cant really see my eyelashes but that doesnt bother me.
( BODY STRUCTURE ) : i stand at quite a tall five foot eleven. im neither thin nor fat, somewhere in between i guess. about one hundred and sixty pounds. i have toned body from all the doggy excercise (no sexual pun intended) and quidditch. im quite a normal kid when it comes to build.
( ATTIRE ) : well i usually have to wear my gryffindor robes, but im not complaining, id rather that than slytherin. but other than that, i tend to wear muggle clothes to annoy my mother slightly, she'd much rather i wear robes all the time.
( SUMMARY ) : as if.. you've asked me everything and now your asking me to summarize!? pah, alright, just because it's you. i have brown, curly, slightly long hair and eyes to match. my lips are quite full and heart-shaped. moving on my body is quite toned and im really quite tall, but by no means lanky. no, i have a sufficient weight, due to james' parents home cooking and the hogwarts house elves. i try not to eat at home because they always try to make me eat meat, but i dont, because im a veggie. i wear muggle clothes most of the time and i love bright colors mostly. their a lot more fun than the shit that my mother would want me to wear. well, i hope that's summarized enough.
( PLAY-BY ) : people say i look like adam brody but im not sure who he is... some muggle actor apparently.

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"DOESN'T YOUR DAD LIKE MAGIC?"
"HE DOESN'T LIKE ANYTHING, MUCH."
• the history • the history • the history •
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( PARENTS ) : my mother is called walburga black and she's about fifty now, i dont keep in touch, to be honest, i dont even know if she works any more. my dad is pretty much the same and he's called orion black, where i get my middle name from, unfortunately.
( SIBLINGS ) : ah, master regulus arcturus black is fifteen and in slytherin. what a bloody knob. well, i get on with him better than my parents. but he's still a knob.
( OTHERS ) : no one in my family, but james and his parents are pretty much like it.
( HISTORY ) : my history? well. i was born into the black family on the seventh of october ninteen fifty nine. how my parents love having a boy. "the family name would live on" they screeched with pleasure. they made plans for me as a young child. i was going to have my education at hogwarts and be in slytherin and later on, join voldemort and be one of his 'best-buddies'. as a child i hated the fact that they had my life planned out for me and i couldnt choose myself. however, i knew no different as all my family had been in slytherin for centuries.

when i was two my parents gave birth to another son. regulus. but i called him rolf because it did his head in. even now i call him it, although im not entirely sure why. but hey, y'know. anyway, yet again my mother and father were happy with their new addition to the family. two healthy young boys at their command, both obviously incredibly intelligent and good-looking. though now their attention was on ickle rolfie i was starting to get neglected.

i only recieved attention again when i received my hogwarts letter my parents were over-joyed. their son, at hogwarts. it was everything they'd hoped for. they bought him the best that money could by and sent him off to hogwarts. however, on the train i met someone who really messed in my future in the blacks eyes. i met james potter. even after our first train journey he had become my best friend and had changed my mind completely about slytherin. and when the sorting began i was one of the first to be sorted. "GRYFFINDOR!" i remember the hate screaming. grinning i collapsed at the gryffindor table and waited for james to be sorted. we made friends quickly with remus lupin, peter pettigrew and ryan willis. we were in marauders.

it came to light that one of out friends, remus lupin, was a werewolf, obviously it came as a shock. but we were his best friends and didnt care what he was. we wanted to help him and we all became animagi. we achieved it in our fifth year and as animals, he couldnt harm us, and he also had company. now in our fifth year we're still all best friends and i dont even talk to my family, but thats how i like it.

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"MY WHOLE FAMILY HAVE BEEN IN SLYTHERIN."
"BLIMEY, AND I THOUGHT YOU SEEMED ALL RIGHT!"
• the handler • the handler • the handler •
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( ALIAS ) : kate :]
( AGE ) : fourteen
( EXPERIENCE ) : just one year.
( CONTACT INFO ) : pm or e-mail.
( HOW'D YOU FIND US? ) : some advert, i cant actually remember XD
( CODEPHRASE ) : PHRASEHERE ... XD
( ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE ) :

It was a bright morning when Ryder finally awoke in her room. As she sat up in her bed, she noticed that she was alone. It would appear that her roommates had already left. After rubbing her sleepy eyes she pulled aside her covers and got out of bed to head to the bedroom and do her daily, morning routine. Once she was back in her room Ryder tried to think of something to do while she was alone but could think of nothing. And she didn’t really want to do anything alone, and that was weird for her. Ryder was always alone and had actually felt content that way for a long time. But for some reason, she just did not want to spend her time alone in her room with her music or reading a book or watching a movie on her laptop. She wanted to be around somebody today. Not a lot of people. No. She was still pretty shy around a large crowd of people. But, it being such a nice day and a weekend, most everybody was probably gone. So where could Ryder go where she knew both small and large groups of friends would go? East Side, she thought. The East Side was the only place where the beach didn’t look like total shit, and loads of people, old and young, always go when it’s nice enough. And so, if she really wanted to try and change her ‘personality,’ that was the place she needed to go. But first, she would have to get herself ready. So, walking toward her dresser in her PJ’s, Ryder took out some ‘beach clothes’ and her bathing suit. After changing, she walked to grab a small water bottle, a bag of chips, a towel and her beach bag. She could finally leave, and that was a little scary to her. Ryder never really went anywhere to try and be near people. She was usually the one who went places to ]b]avoid

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After getting in her car and driving down to the East Side, Ryder sat in her car to think of what to do. She couldn’t just walk to a group of people and say. ‘Hey. Mind if I join you total strangers?’ That would just be a little weird, and it would take a lot more courage than Ryder actually had. Drumming her fingers on her steering wheel, she tried to think of something. Maybe I should look for someone I actually know? That was a very good possibility for her, and she wouldn’t have to feel very embarrassed or shy. There had to be some people she actually talked to at the beach today. So, finally getting out of the ca and grabbing her bag, Ryder made her way to the beach. As soon as she was on the sandy beach, Ryder took her flip flops and put them in her bag. The wind was pretty fierce today, and the salt that was being blown from the ocean stung her eyes pretty bad, but she didn’t mind. Ryder actually liked the beach, not the sand that got stuck everywhere, but she did like to just come and relax and listen to the waves over the sound of the voices and people running or playing.

As Ryder made her way around the beach, her eyes began to adjust to the salty sting of the sea, and the wind that was blowing so fiercely that it was as if it was trying to pull her hair out of its bun. She also saw children running around everywhere. Some were chasing other children, some were going towards their parents or guardians, and some were just running from the water to the beach and then back again. Ryder even saw a boy with a bucket full of sea water running around. He ran into a young girl, who looked to be about Ryder’s age, and who looked oddly familiar. She couldn’t quite tell though because of all the salt in her eyes, and the glare of the sun. Knew I should’ve brought glasses. As Ryder watched the girl hold up her hand to quite the boy who looked to be apologizing, and then bend to pick up his bucket, she tried to get a clear view of her. I know, I know her from somewhere. Ryder tried moving her way through the crowds of people to try and get a good look at the girl, who had started to walk, but she kept getting slowed down because of how many people were in her general area. But she never took her eyes off the dark-haired girl who was now sitting down on her towel, and when she finally got her footing back and was in a nice open spot, Ryder finally recognized where she had seen the girl. It was her roommate Abigail, or as she called her ‘Sol’ because she was always trying to be bright and sunny to people. Ryder knew that Abigail was struggling. It wasn’t all that hard to see, especially when a guy walked by with a cigarette and Abigail had to bite her lip and look away. Ryder decided that she would spend her time with her dear roommate, and so she walked as was possible for her in sand, and called to her friend before she reached her. “Hey Abs!” She yelled and waved. She was about a foot from her friend now….[/font][/size][/quote][/font][/size][/blockquote]

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"WEIRDOS, THAT'S WHAT YOU TWO ARE.
IT'S GOOD YOU'RE BEING SEPARATED FROM NORMAL PEOPLE."
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heyyy. this application was made by salinaa! of caution 2.0.
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Aug 22, 2009 16:23:47 GMT heidi grace ashton said:

dear mr black

Thank you very much for your application for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I have read over it carefully and examined the parchment thoroughly. It is a wonderful application. Thus I deem you accepted. You are now a seventh year Gryffindor and your status will be changed to such. Please make sure you add yourself to the face claim and sign up for the neccessary things.

yours sincerely,

professor albus percival wulfric brian dumbledore,
headmaster