BLACK, sirius orion






the playwright
a little about you

alias; Sara
age; Nineteen
gender; Female
roleplay experience; Eight years.
availability; As often as I can.
other characters; Cynric Zabini, Juliet Selwyn, Raoul Vivero, and Charity Burbage.

casting call
the basics

full name; Sirius Orion Black

“Sirius is the name of a star, because you know how purebloods are, we look at starcharts to find our children names instead of the normal places, like baby name books or the obituaries in the paper. They couldn’t have picked a name that sounded worse for me – I mean really, Serious? Me? Not in this lifetime. But I suppose the ‘dog star’ fits me well enough that I don’t hate my parents for it. My middle name’s just lazy, my father’s first name stuck into mine. And Black…well…I am a Black. Unfortunately.”

nicknames; Padfoot, Pads, Siri, Sir
age; Seventeen
birthdate; August 17
house and year; Seventh Year Gryffindor
alliance; Order of the Phoenix

“Well, how do I put this? Duh. I wouldn’t let my relatives run around killing people for something as stupid as who their parents slept with, and Voldemort scares me, so naturally I want to tear him down. Someone has to hex a hole in the Death Eaters’ crack-brained heads.”

blood status; Pureblood

“Not if I could help it, I wouldn’t be. Especially not a Black. Maybe I could change my name to Potter, so people wouldn’t look at me when they hear ‘Black’ and picture a male version of my psychopathic bitch of a cousin, Bellatrix. Being pureblood seems to translate for most people into someone who uses it as an excuse to be an arrogant, snobbish git, and I’m not one. I’d rather be a Mudblood than an idiot.”

sexuality; Straight

“Had you not heard the news? I’m pretty much the straightest man alive. I mean, why wouldn’t you like girls? They’re all soft and warm and curvy and….hang on I’m losing my focus. But you get the picture, right? I’ve dated quite a few girls, snogged dozens more, and definitely wouldn’t trade that in for anything.”

animal familiars; “A toad…no, just kidding. A barn owl called Falcon.”
canon or original; Marauder, thanks.
anything else?; “Pretty sure I left out Muggle women up there. Used to do it to piss my parents off, but you know, Muggles are actually kinda sexy. All innocent and whatnot, plus they’re way easier to impress.”

the costume department
the physical appearance

playby; Ben Barnes

hair; “Dark brown, edging towards black, it gets darker every year, a little bit wavy, and longer than it ‘should’ be by the McGonagall standard of normality…is it any wonder it’s supposed to be sexy? Not that I fancy my own head, but you know, it is pretty good hair.”

eyes; “Deep brown, like melting chocolate, if you want to be poetic. My eyes tend to show how I’m feeling, more than the rest of my facial features (excluding the killer smile of course), and of course girls tend to go on about them for long periods of time. Apparently my eyes are extremely bright and good for gazing into deeply, but unless I suddenly start a secret affair with my mirror, I wouldn’t know.”

height/weight; Six feet, one hundred and seventy-one pounds.

build; “This is something I can be quite proud of, since it completes my image of tall, dark, and handsome. I’m tall, I am not a scrawny twig, and I can actually be quite imposing for a teenager, thank Merlin for broad shoulders and my ability to eat like a starving animal without growing more sideways. I am even, dare I say it, muscular, and I can vouch for my appearance in that no girl has ever been disappointed when I was found without a shirt on. In fact, they tend to stare, which must mean I’ve done something right.”

anything else?; “I actually really want to be able to get a silver hoop earring through my left ear, but I haven’t got round to it yet.”

the role
the personality

likes;

• Gryffindor, they are the greatest house at Howarts, in my humble opinion
• Practical jokes
• Full moon
• Tormenting Snivellus – my favorite sport!
• Quidditch, my second favorite sport
• Reading, shh don’t tell, it’s not manly
• Dueling
• Cookies…I am such a sucker for food
• Werewolves
• Moony, Prongs, and Wormtail
• Remus, James, and Peter
• Exploring
• Adventure in general
• Experimentation/taking risks
• The outdoors
• Mocking Slytherins
• Hexing Slytherins
• Deflating Slytherin egos
• Deflating Snivelly’s ego – did I already say that?
• Bellatrix-baiting, my third favorite sport
• Magic, particularly hexes
• Feeling intelligent
• Sleeping in, I’m such a teenager that way
• Being loved, such a doggish trait
• Affection
• Removing personal ‘bubbles’
• Diabolical plans
• Narrow escapes
• Annoying the hell out of the caretaker
• Kicking Mrs. Norris – just kidding, but do I ever want to
• Full moon full moon full moon
• Motorcycles
• Attention, obviously
• Snogging, well I am a teenage boy
• Sex, again, should be obvious why
• Hogwarts, how I love thee

dislikes;

• Other purebloods
• My family
• My lovely mother, who hates my guts and wants to kill me, thanks Mummy dearest
• My brother’s leanings, I do not want him mixed up in that
• BELLATRIX BLACK – a.k.a. Hellatrix, also known as Beelzebub’s bitch
• Snivellus himself, what a git
• Slytherin quidditch players
• Slytherins
• People who associate with Slytherins (no offense Prongs, but Lily does…)
• Pureblood mania
• The very idea of ‘Mudbloods’ is so idiotic I won’t think about it
• Boredom
• Detentions where I am forced to be bored
• Potions class, what a colossal waste of time and energy
• Being told to be patient, like I’m really going to change on command
• Being mocked by Slytherins
• Being hexed by Slytherins
• Losing a duel or a fight
• Rejection
• Feeling like a moron
• Mrs. Norris, stupid mangy cat
• McGonagall’s patented death-glare
• Being trapped inside
• Did I mention boredom?
• Having my flaws pointed out to me, like I don’t know them already
• Failure
• Brussels sprouts (they’re veggies from Mars I tell you! Mars!)
• Going without entertainment
• Being single, everyone needs a girl to snog
• Calming my hormones
• Losing a match to Slytherin
• Death Eaters
• Voldemort
• Death Eaters who are related to me
• My family’s wonderfully inescapable legacy
• Hiding things from my friends
• Being caught and stopped in the midst of a prank
• Collars – they make my inner dog shudder. *twitch*

strengths;

“Well, this shouldn’t be too hard. (coughnotwhatyou’rethinkingcough)

Confidence: Being my illustrious self, it would be difficult for someone not to be sure of themselves. If that self was me, at least. I have many things to be confident about and in general I am not timid or passive-aggressive when it comes to the things I think. My thoughts generally tend to be right, so why shouldn’t I back them? I know there’s a fly in this logic somewhere about my being biased, but in short, I am amazing. I know this. I try to use my powers for the good of all mankind.

Self-Awareness: How could I not be aware of the fact that most of the above makes me sound like an insufferable prat, and how could I not make jokes at my own expense? It’s just the way I am. I know myself a little too well to be blind to these kinds of things, of course I have flaws, of course I recognize them, and of course I turn them into material. I may be arrogant and ridiculous and a thousand other things that a certain antlery friend’s paramour likes to remind me, but at least I know it. It’s what makes me so loveable.

Humor: Life requires a sense of humor. I have a dry, self-deprecating, deadpan one, and I like it about myself quite a bit. I say things with a straight face that most people would crack up at or run from, and I can’t seem to turn off my inner voice no matter what I do. I am naturally funny by nature of observing the world, and it makes me fun to be around in my opinion. It also gives me something to do when I’m bored besides twiddle my thumbs – isn’t it infinitely more fun to imagine what Snivellus would look like as a hedgehog and then laugh myself silly sitting alone in a detention? Well, I like to think so.

Good-Natured-Ness: Except on a few subjects, I’m very laidback. I like to see where I can go in life and pursue it and all that, but then again life is more likely to drag me and I like the uncertainty. I’m a go-with-the-flow type to my core, as long as I like where the flow is going, and I don’t tend to be upset by things like plans falling through or outings not happening, because you know, things happen. Anything that can go wrong in life will go wrong, it’s Murphy’s law, and the sooner everyone comes to that conclusion the better off we’d all be.

Honesty: Other than the occasional thing I have to keep to myself, I’m very forthcoming, and I usually don’t hesitate to tell the truth about things. Why would I lie when the truth’s more interesting? I don’t see the point of unnecessary lies myself, so I like to make sure I don’t use them, and even if the truth is something I really don’t want to say out loud, if you ask me a direct question and I trust you enough to hear the answer, you could get the answer out of me to anything.

Loyalty: Hmm well, my patronus is a dog, my animagus form is a dog, and my name is taken from the ‘dog star’. Are you getting my drift here? Being like a canine is just in my nature, and as we all know, dogs are some of the most loyal creatures on the planet. No matter what happens they remain faithful to their owners and those they care about, they believe in unconditional love, they look so cute when they beg you for things, all of which applies to me. I’d kill for the people I care about and I’d certainly die for them, and they know it.”

weaknesses;

“Oh no. Honesty time, brace yourself.

Arrogance: I know what I can be like, and yes, I can be self-absorbed. Jokes about how I am because I’m amazing aside, I guess I’ve always had the ego, and it really doesn’t help that everyone and their uncle feeds it, especially Prongs, who has a pretty decent-sized ego of his own. Not to point out flaws in him, we’re focused on me and I never discourage that, but you know, it’s something we share. Only I think my ego might be slightly more inflated just because I don’t have a one true love to focus on, so I can be more of a man-whore.

Inconsistency: I know I can’t stay focused on one thing for too long at a time, it’s precisely why I can’t keep a girlfriend for more than a couple of months or an attention-span for more than a few minutes, unless it involves the Marauders of course, they’re one-of-a-kind. Girls, school, and subjects other than practical jokes, well, I never know how long I’ll stay focused on them or be able to concentrate, and my tendency to be hot and cold can drive people up the wall.

Insecurity/Sensitivity: Sirius Black, sensitive? How, you may ask, is this possible? It’s a marvel to behold but I’m really very insecure about myself, and if people didn’t like me I’d be curled up in a corner right along with Remus, who I think I share this tendency with. Sure, I think I deserve things, because I do, but I’m always terrified that I’ll lose them. It’s my paranoid belief that everyone will realize there’s something wrong with me and go running off to find something better. It’s a trait you might think is ‘cute’ or some rubbish like that, but it’s actually really bloody annoying.

Immaturity: Peter Pan complex a mile wide. I know it, you know it – Sirius Black doesn’t want to grow up. He wants to be a boy forever because being a boy’s amazing and he doesn’t want to forget. I can be so immature that you want to smack me upside the head, and actually, certain people do if I go far enough. I’m a teenage guy, in my defense, the very essence of a teenage guy in a lot of senses, so it’s not my fault if the furthest my brain cells can travel is south of the border! Really, it’s not. Or so I say to save face.

Recklessness: I can do some incredibly stupid things. Being an unregistered Animagus and running around with a werewolf every full moon for years? Definitely tops the list. But I can’t help it! I like adventure, I like excitement, and I can’t stay away from it, like the loony I am, even if looking for it involves doing something illegal/dangerous/liable to get me killed. I tend not to care about my safety or the safety of other people as long as I’m having fun, and I really don’t think through the consequences of my action. It’s very, very foolish and I am a bad, wicked child, but hey, it’s a good time!

I could probably think of more, but I hate listing my flaws, so I’m done.”

fears;

• Rejection (shuddershudder) for someone better/less degenerate/kinder/everything else, etc.
• One of the Marauders dying…it WILL NOT HAPPEN.
• Never falling in love – shut up, you, I have a heart.
• My family killing someone I love…even worse than just them dying.

dreams;

• One of these days I’ll prove my family wrong.
• Do something with my life so people who say I’m a loser will eat their words.
• Have kids – maybe? If Secret Plan A doesn’t work?
• Fall in love…eventually I might.
• Is killing Hellatrix too much to ask?

patronus; “Let’s think about what we know about me: my name is a dog, my Animagus form is a dog. I am a loyal, protective kind of person. So my patronus must be…ding ding ding…a dog! Yes that’s right, you guessed it, mine is a big old shaggy dog, and would be black if it wasn’t all silvery. It’s really such a shock to know this, you might have to block it out of your mind – me, predictable? It’s all too much to bear.”

boggart; “Last time I checked it was my mum and Hellatrix standing over James, dead…then Remus, being killed off by them….then Peter last. Watching your friends die is the worst thing that could possibly happen, especially if you’re like me and don’t really have a family. And, all right, the brigade of people killing my loved ones would definitely include my ‘baby brother’, Regulus.”

dementor; “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the night I finally left the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black for good. It was good because I finally got to give my dear Mummy an earful and that was the most satisfying thing ever, barring maybe how it would feel to punch Hellatrix in the face, oh so so so orgasmically wonderful, but it was also…hellish. Excuse the pun. I was already basically the prodigal son who no one would welcome back with open arms even if he came home in a coffin in pieces (knowing my parents? They’d throw a party for having unloaded one more blood traitor from the family tree), so it was really only a matter of time…but still. I hate it when people hate me and we go at it when I kind of want them not to.

So yes, it was the worst argument me and Mum and Dad ever had, and I know there were a lot of other people staying at home who must’ve heard us, we were loud enough to wake the dead. I got hexed, was handed quite a few death-threats, was called a degenerate blood-traitor good-for-nothing, and left no longer their son. It hurt. Don’t tell anyone but I did want them to understand on some level, even though it’d take the apocalypse for them to even realize they might’ve got some things wrong, maybe, once, and it was really kind of…well…awful. So even though I knew it was a death march when I walked in there it was still torture, almost literally. My Dad’s a nasty bugger, I wish I could’ve got in a few more good hexes.

In the end I ended up as a burn mark in the family tree, and with all the insults still ringing on my ears, ended up out in the street on my ear with all my stuff chucked out behind me, thank Merlin I packed before or I’d have been homeless and possessionless, and it all would’ve gotten burned. They probably threw a bonfire party to remove my evil presence from the house after I left, with whatever I forgot. Or just purged my room and turned it into a shrine to Lord Moldywart, whichever. But either way, it was not a fun experience, and even though I moved in with James and all was well I still hate to think of it too much.”

amortentia; “Gardenia, pine, damp earth, treacle, butterbeer. It’s an odd mix.”

personality description;

“Myself, now there’s a subject I enjoy. I’m a decent bloke, really, a fun-loving prankster who’s optimistic, generally kind, and, well, Hogwarts’s own Casanova. I can’t help it if my looks attract a steady stream of women, and really, why would I complain? As far as most people are concerned, I’m a reckless hero-type, brave and risk-taking and intelligent and swoony, and definitely very normal. Most people don’t really see past the idealized version of me.

But I have layers, honestly I do. I have got a tendency to be bitter and angry about things, particularly my family, to a level that’s ridiculous and completely out of proportion to the crime. Even I admit that hating them isn’t healthy, nor is having one of my goals in life be to kill Hellatrix and hex Snape into oblivion. I also know that my reckless, adventure-loving streak covers over the fact that I have a really, really restless nature. I have wanderlust so bad sometimes I think about walking out of school because I can’t stand sitting still, and the only things I’ve ever liked for any length of time are my best mates. I just can’t commit to much of anything, and it’ll get me into trouble someday, I know.

I’m also actually kind of shy. I mean, I like people, I like doing things with myself, I like being spontaneous, but I’m a bit paranoid, to the point where I’m a bit schizophrenic. I think something and then I disagree, and the various I’s turn into factions and start a gang war right in the middle of my head, arguing like mad back and forth. Makes me feel like a loon, but I can’t help second-guessing myself, and some of my feelings. I constantly worry about being accepted, being liked, and being wanted, because it’s an absolute drug to me, and if I was ever alone and unwanted I’d probably go insane, no lie.

I’m also the most denial-ridden person you’ll ever meet in your entire life. I can suppress things like no one else can, and keep secrets even from myself if I want. I can shove aside thoughts and lock them away and never tell anyone, even though they have a tendency to scream from the back of my mind and I have a tendency to hit them in the face to shut them off (and here we are, back to schizo Square One). Things I want to say but can’t because I won’t let myself believe them are always, always on the tip of my tongue, they just miraculously never get said out loud. One of these days I’ll probably slip, and then I’ll be beyond dead, I’ll be a pile of ash.

Of course, I am amazing, if I didn’t mention. I’m an optimist, I like to think I’m charismatic, since I like people and they like me back, and nothing makes me happier than being able to care for someone. I’d go to the ends of the earth for you if I care, and I like to be on the bright side of life, always. My serious side is boring and I like to be upbeat instead, focus on fun and games and adventure rather than sadness and secrets. Most people never even realize I have all these things bubbling under the surface, since they’re too busy enjoying the fun, overly-theatrical Marauder they see on the outside. And honestly? I’m fine with that.”

on-stage
the background

nationality; English
hometown; London, England
parents;

Walburga Selwyn Black – mother, 44, crazy old bat, professional nag
Orion Black – father, 42, Death Eater, general bastard

siblings;

Regulus Black – 16, younger bother, sixth year Slytherin

other family;

Cygnus Black II, 40, uncle
Druella Rosier Black, 39, aunt
Bellatrix Black, 17, cousin, seventh year Slytherin
Narcissa Black, 16, cousin, sixth year Slytherin
Andromeda Black, cousin, fifth year Slytherin (the only one of them I don’t hate nowadays…)

background history;

“I was born the oldest child of Orion and Walburga Black, in a dark room in a dark house surrounded by dark wizards. It’s little wonder I was an unhappy child, since I was raised by people who practiced the Black Arts, thought they were wizarding royalty, and had egos so large no more than four of us could fit in a room at once without someone being ejected by the pressure. My relatives, parents included, were all morons. They still are, except maybe Andy. She seems to be repressedly awesome.

When I got to Hogwarts, finally, all of my family’s hopes were perched on my unworthy and not-very-wide shoulders. Ha. The joke was on them since on the train there I met James Potter, someone who was pureblod, a bonus for them, but also awesome, amazing, and wonderful. And not an elitist idiot. Always a plus to meet someone who doesn’t have their head so far up their arse they’ve never seen the light of day. I also met Snivellus, a.k.a. Severus The Greasy Git Snape. I didn’t like him on sight and the feeling continues to grow each time I see his unfortunate face. Things were off to a decent start.

And then…I ended up in Gryffindor, and all hell broke loose. My cousins shunned me, my parents sent me Howlers, Slytherins everywhere hated me. I was ecstatic. I was FREE. Free from the relatives and their idiocy, free to be in the same house as James, and of course, Remus and Peter. Peter was a bit quiet but sweet, and Remus, well, how could I not have taken to Remus? He was so quiet that I think me and James adopted him for a yin to our yang, but he’s so good-natured and wonderful that it turned out to be the best idea we ever had. The Marauders are definitely the best thing in my life, and I reckon they always will be.

When it came to third year, we found out that Remus was a werewolf, which I thought was amazingly cool. I mean, yeah, he does go kind of homicidal and nuts but at least it’s more interesting than what I do every month, which is avoid my girlfriend like the plague for a week. By the time we got to fifth year, we’d worked out how to be Animagi, and thus confirmed we were child-prodigy geniuses. Full moon turned into my favorite thing, cos you know, I live for the rush of it, and hanging with a wolf is fun. Very fun. Except for the howling and Moony being sick after, which always makes me feel kind of bad for enjoying it, but oh well. Can’t help it.

At the end of fifth year, I went home and just sort of…snapped. I told my parents I was leaving, the hellish insanity of that fight ensued, and I ended up moving in with my best mate Prongs, who was amazing about it. I mean c’mon, who wouldn’t want a brother? It made my life a million times better, living with my best friend instead of this awesomely horrendous group of moldering scumbags that are known as the Blacks. The only one who even still likes me I think is Uncle Alphard, and he’s mad as a balloon, though he did send me money that let me buy my own place this summer. And then I joined the Order, it was just a necessity.

Seventh year is here, finally, and am I ever ready. I want to be able to get out into the world and get out into the war, it’s so much more exciting than sitting in classrooms, though I will miss the pranks. We have to do a couple more to cement our legacy forever or I will die. And…don’t tell this, but I do want to find someone who can keep my eye for more than a minute, because you never know with wars, I could drop dead tomorrow. James has Lily, well maybe, I’m pretty sure he ought to have picked a one true love who actually fancied him, but I have nobody, and I want to fix that. Hopefully this year is one to remember.”

curtain call
just a bit more...

magic words; -admin edit-
member title; my dog {STAR} is rising
anything else? “I am amazing. Fin.”
roleplay sample;

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