Post by Sirius Black on Jan 29, 2007 23:06:18 GMT -5
"Me, Myself, and I"
Your Name: Nicole
Experience: A couple, I've been RPing for about a year, though writing for much longer. I found this site through Beauxbatons Academy of Magic ((I'm Bella/Tonino Fiore and Charlotte Harper over there.))
Activity: Usually once a day
Contact: I'd rather not publicize it. Is that alright? An admin can access it, I believe.
"Charrie Time"
Charrie's Name: Sirius Orion Black
Date of Birth: 08/19/1959
House: Gryfindor
Year: 7th
Appearance:
Sirius is handsome and he knows it. He stands at a bit over 6 feet tall with grey eyes and straight black hair that at its longest reaches just below his ears. His body is toned and he has a nice chest that he loves to show off at the beach. The only part of him he can honestly say he hates is his nose, as it's a Black family trait to have a rather large nose that tends to stick itself into another's business.
Sirius likes it to appear that he has not put much effort into his appearance but in reality he does. He agonizes over each outfit and every hairstyle. His hair is always kept perfectly mussed as though he is perpetually airborne. He actually learned a neat little spell to do it from James.
Personality:
His michevious, confident, and carefree attitude disguise his underlying uncertainty. Every since he was a small, constantly put down by his parents, Orion and Walburga, he has been this way, on the inside a small huddled mass of what he could be. Only his closest friends realize this about him though. He often shares hints of such things with Remus, because, as a werewolf, he would undoubtedly sympathize. James also caught wind of his fear when Sirius arrived at the Potter home late one night, his eyes red, carrying a suitcase.
To hide his lack of confidence in himself he can be a bully sometimes, his favorite victim is Snivellus, whom he and James torture endlessly. He does hate the boy, for the sole fact that James does and Sirius worships James in a way. They are the best of friends, its true, but Sirius , probably due to his lack of confidence, feels like the lower rung in the relationship. James is blessed with family, good looks, and a girlfriend. And Sirius isn't. Sirius and Lily don't get on as well as Lily does with the rest of the Marauders, because she sees Sirius as just an extension of all the bad traits in Sirius.
Sirius is not entirely a ninny though, when he's angry he can be utterly fearsome, something he must have inherited from his mother. He is also a brave soul and has a fiery temper. He is not one to sit at home and wait like a good little boy for adults to do the dirty work. No, he is always the first to jump into a situation and the last to leave.
Sirius at his best, usually when with James and Remus, is a carefree boy who loves to laugh and play jokes. He loves to sit out in the late summer sunlight, lazing about under an old oak tree or going for a swim. He's quite the troublemaker and knows every trick in the book and was also the main creator of the Marauder's Map.
He can transfigure into a big black dog, that many can mistake for the Grim. When a dog, he is known as Padfoot and he feels much more at home as a dog. He is always more confident when a dog, because nobody knows where he comes from and who his family is so no one can judge.
It also cannot go without mention that Sirius is definitely a ladies man and something of a conceit. He has never gone steady with a girl for more than two months yet still they flock to him. He is also a very proud human being, much like the other Blacks but he doesn't nearly as much stock in blood-purity as they do.
Your Charrie in 10 Years:
Sirius would like to think that one day he'll be an Auror, but his grades are not nearly high enough for that. That's not to say he is stupid though, he is really intelligent, actually, but he never applies himself, he'd rather laze about with his friends than finish his schoolwork.
Realistically, he can one day seem himself as a muggle actor, partly to spite his parents and partly because he fancies himself a good liar. Truthfully, he'd rather not work at all but he realizes he'll have to.
Sample Post:
((EDITED))
The halls of Hogwarts were emtpy as students were off at exams. They were testing for Divination at the moment, a subject Sirius absolutely reviled. It was too dodgy for him. Most of its practitioners were batty old witches and warlocks with frizzy hair, often they wouldn't be very good at regular magic and often they hadn't showered in quite a few weeks. Not surprisingly, his mother had been a diviner herself, and Sirius had had enough of being told he would die on the Fourth of June. No, Sirius, unlike most of his friends, had rid himself of the subject in 5th year and now he was quite at liberty to enjoy the sunny June afternoon however he very well pleased. And he had safely passed the Fourth of June without incident other than being caught with dungbombs by the caretaker.
Sirius hands were shoved deep in the pockets of his perfectly ripped jeans. A melody issued from his puckered lips. He was an expert whistler and his hair was as always, perfectly mussed. He was modern-day Tom Sawyer, though he had put quite a bit more effort into his look that Sawyer had. Sirius knew that's what girls liked and he could pull it off quite suavely. The caretaker eyed him anxiously as Sirius passed his first floor office but Sirius just smiled jovially at the old man and kept walking and whistling.
He pushed through the grand wooden doors that led onto the grounds. The grounds too were deserted but for a few first years splashing the Giant Squid in the Lake. Sirius half wished he could join them in their carefree fun but he had other things to worry about. He was nearly out of school and had no idea what to do with his life. He knew he had a home with the Potters, for now, but what to do afterwards? He certaintly couldn't go "home" to Grimmauld Place.
Sirius settled carefully into the dirt beneath a spreading oak tree that had served as a meeting place for generations of Hogwarts students. He watched the first years lazily, his eyes staring dreamily at the splashes of water. Why not have a bit of fun? He pulled his wand out of his pocket and twirled it between his fingers before hissing, "Wingardium leviosa," and sending a first year into the air. Sirius chuckled to himself. What fun!
Any other person would be immediately attacked by pangs of concious. Not Sirius. He made that child spin in the air until he was bored. Thankfully Sirius short attention span meant the boy only suffered for about two minutes. He glanced around, in search of some other form of entertainment. Nothing seemed to reveal itself. He twirled the wand a few more time before sliding it back into the inside pocket of his worn black robes. He hadn't had the money to buy new ones, what with being cut off from his parents and giving Mr. and Mrs. Potter whatever he could. They had tried to make him not pay, but as a Black, he was too proud to stay for free.
He stretched out on the warm grass, the blazing sun making his eyes want to close. He leaned his head against a soft patch of moss and dozed off. Lazy summer afternoons were his forte.
Your Name: Nicole
Experience: A couple, I've been RPing for about a year, though writing for much longer. I found this site through Beauxbatons Academy of Magic ((I'm Bella/Tonino Fiore and Charlotte Harper over there.))
Activity: Usually once a day
Contact: I'd rather not publicize it. Is that alright? An admin can access it, I believe.
"Charrie Time"
Charrie's Name: Sirius Orion Black
Date of Birth: 08/19/1959
House: Gryfindor
Year: 7th
Appearance:
Sirius is handsome and he knows it. He stands at a bit over 6 feet tall with grey eyes and straight black hair that at its longest reaches just below his ears. His body is toned and he has a nice chest that he loves to show off at the beach. The only part of him he can honestly say he hates is his nose, as it's a Black family trait to have a rather large nose that tends to stick itself into another's business.
Sirius likes it to appear that he has not put much effort into his appearance but in reality he does. He agonizes over each outfit and every hairstyle. His hair is always kept perfectly mussed as though he is perpetually airborne. He actually learned a neat little spell to do it from James.
Personality:
His michevious, confident, and carefree attitude disguise his underlying uncertainty. Every since he was a small, constantly put down by his parents, Orion and Walburga, he has been this way, on the inside a small huddled mass of what he could be. Only his closest friends realize this about him though. He often shares hints of such things with Remus, because, as a werewolf, he would undoubtedly sympathize. James also caught wind of his fear when Sirius arrived at the Potter home late one night, his eyes red, carrying a suitcase.
To hide his lack of confidence in himself he can be a bully sometimes, his favorite victim is Snivellus, whom he and James torture endlessly. He does hate the boy, for the sole fact that James does and Sirius worships James in a way. They are the best of friends, its true, but Sirius , probably due to his lack of confidence, feels like the lower rung in the relationship. James is blessed with family, good looks, and a girlfriend. And Sirius isn't. Sirius and Lily don't get on as well as Lily does with the rest of the Marauders, because she sees Sirius as just an extension of all the bad traits in Sirius.
Sirius is not entirely a ninny though, when he's angry he can be utterly fearsome, something he must have inherited from his mother. He is also a brave soul and has a fiery temper. He is not one to sit at home and wait like a good little boy for adults to do the dirty work. No, he is always the first to jump into a situation and the last to leave.
Sirius at his best, usually when with James and Remus, is a carefree boy who loves to laugh and play jokes. He loves to sit out in the late summer sunlight, lazing about under an old oak tree or going for a swim. He's quite the troublemaker and knows every trick in the book and was also the main creator of the Marauder's Map.
He can transfigure into a big black dog, that many can mistake for the Grim. When a dog, he is known as Padfoot and he feels much more at home as a dog. He is always more confident when a dog, because nobody knows where he comes from and who his family is so no one can judge.
It also cannot go without mention that Sirius is definitely a ladies man and something of a conceit. He has never gone steady with a girl for more than two months yet still they flock to him. He is also a very proud human being, much like the other Blacks but he doesn't nearly as much stock in blood-purity as they do.
Your Charrie in 10 Years:
Sirius would like to think that one day he'll be an Auror, but his grades are not nearly high enough for that. That's not to say he is stupid though, he is really intelligent, actually, but he never applies himself, he'd rather laze about with his friends than finish his schoolwork.
Realistically, he can one day seem himself as a muggle actor, partly to spite his parents and partly because he fancies himself a good liar. Truthfully, he'd rather not work at all but he realizes he'll have to.
Sample Post:
((EDITED))
The halls of Hogwarts were emtpy as students were off at exams. They were testing for Divination at the moment, a subject Sirius absolutely reviled. It was too dodgy for him. Most of its practitioners were batty old witches and warlocks with frizzy hair, often they wouldn't be very good at regular magic and often they hadn't showered in quite a few weeks. Not surprisingly, his mother had been a diviner herself, and Sirius had had enough of being told he would die on the Fourth of June. No, Sirius, unlike most of his friends, had rid himself of the subject in 5th year and now he was quite at liberty to enjoy the sunny June afternoon however he very well pleased. And he had safely passed the Fourth of June without incident other than being caught with dungbombs by the caretaker.
Sirius hands were shoved deep in the pockets of his perfectly ripped jeans. A melody issued from his puckered lips. He was an expert whistler and his hair was as always, perfectly mussed. He was modern-day Tom Sawyer, though he had put quite a bit more effort into his look that Sawyer had. Sirius knew that's what girls liked and he could pull it off quite suavely. The caretaker eyed him anxiously as Sirius passed his first floor office but Sirius just smiled jovially at the old man and kept walking and whistling.
He pushed through the grand wooden doors that led onto the grounds. The grounds too were deserted but for a few first years splashing the Giant Squid in the Lake. Sirius half wished he could join them in their carefree fun but he had other things to worry about. He was nearly out of school and had no idea what to do with his life. He knew he had a home with the Potters, for now, but what to do afterwards? He certaintly couldn't go "home" to Grimmauld Place.
Sirius settled carefully into the dirt beneath a spreading oak tree that had served as a meeting place for generations of Hogwarts students. He watched the first years lazily, his eyes staring dreamily at the splashes of water. Why not have a bit of fun? He pulled his wand out of his pocket and twirled it between his fingers before hissing, "Wingardium leviosa," and sending a first year into the air. Sirius chuckled to himself. What fun!
Any other person would be immediately attacked by pangs of concious. Not Sirius. He made that child spin in the air until he was bored. Thankfully Sirius short attention span meant the boy only suffered for about two minutes. He glanced around, in search of some other form of entertainment. Nothing seemed to reveal itself. He twirled the wand a few more time before sliding it back into the inside pocket of his worn black robes. He hadn't had the money to buy new ones, what with being cut off from his parents and giving Mr. and Mrs. Potter whatever he could. They had tried to make him not pay, but as a Black, he was too proud to stay for free.
He stretched out on the warm grass, the blazing sun making his eyes want to close. He leaned his head against a soft patch of moss and dozed off. Lazy summer afternoons were his forte.