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Name: Sirius Black Nickname(s): Padfoot, Pads, Sir (if you’re daft), Hot Arse, That Bastard Age: 16 Year: 6th year Birthday: November 12, 1959 Nationality: English Reputation: Sirius Black, best friend of James Potter, (arguably) the best looking guy in the school, trouble-maker extraordinaire. The brilliant, rebellious, he’ll-break-your-heart-or-your-face guy. You either love or hate him.
Physical Description: Sirius is an extremely good-looking young man. Over the summer he shot up three and a half inches, and now stands at just over six feet. His body is trim and muscular. He has defined arms and abdominals from hefting boxes in the pub where he worked during the break; his shoulders are broad, hips square, and has smooth, tanned skin. His hands are large and calloused, and on his left arm there is a tattoo (only just healed, it’s still a little scabby) of a Hungarian Horntail that winds around his bicep.
Sirius’s face has a square jaw and defined cheekbones. His eyes are dark grey and fathomless, generally sparkle with mischief, and are the highlight of his face. He has a long, straight, aristocratic nose; full, almost-feminine lips, straight teeth, and a killer smile (it tends to get him out of a lot of trouble). His hair is black, very shiny, and worn in a shaggy cut to about his jaw. It has a slight wave to it when it gets humid. Since his newfound independence, Sirius has taken to wearing muggle clothes whenever possible. He favors tight blue jeans, shells, collared shirts and black motorcycle boots.
(Only the sun is a dragon. Right. Pretend.)
Personality Description: The world, according to Sirius, revolves around him. He is always trying to worm his way into the spotlight. He is egotistical, completely full of himself, and thrives on compliments. The problem, of course, is that Sirius has every reason to feel this way. He is extremely good-looking. He is highly intelligent (though he can be thick and is a bit shallow). There is rarely a problem or challenge he can’t solve, given some time. Clever and with a talent for details, Sirius gets top marks (second only to James) in his classes with barely any effort. He is talented, charming, and funny. And his ego oozes.
Some of the egotism—some—is a front for insecurities that he has been harboring since a child. He is always, secretly, unsure that he is good enough for his friends. To a point, he pretends he’s too good, hoping that people will believe it.
Sirius tries as hard as he can to separate himself from his family. But he can only do it so much. He has a cruel streak that is indicative of a Black—a temper easily flared, a temper that is violent and explosive—and a certain disregard for other people’s feelings. He is rude to people he doesn’t like. He holds grudges forever. He doesn’t forgive, or forget. He hates Slytherins and everything that has to do with the dark arts.
There is a reason, however, Sirius is not in Slytherin like the rest of his family. He has a heart, and a big one, at that. In fact, one might say—much to his annoyance—that his heart is the largest organ in his body. He has such a capacity to love that it is often difficult for him to express. But it is there, and obvious, for anyone he is close to who cares to look for it. He is loyal and will bend over backwards for his three best friends. He has a knack for knowing when something is wrong with James, Remus, or Peter and, since he is intrinsically nosy and stubborn, has a habit if weaseling it out of them somehow or another (i.e., he makes himself an absolute pest until it comes out).
Sirius has a wonderful sense of humor and is always up for a good joke or prank. He’s always cracking jokes and exchanging witty remarks. He has extensive amounts of energy he tends to manifest into mischief. And Sirius gets into a lot of mischief. Rumor has it that Filch has an entire drawer in his filing cabinet dedicated to him and James. He is also fond of teasing his friends and is very touchy-feely. He picks up and plays with anything in reach (including people) and on a normal day hangs over all three of his friends at some point.
Sirius is rash, reckless, and never thinks before he acts. The risk of something increases its lure. He is aggressive, extroverted, and is brave beyond the point of foolishness. But, hey, what’s death to a sixteen-year-old hormonal rebel?
Strengths: Very intelligent, damn sexy, charming, well-bred, loyal, has a big capacity for love, lots of energy, strong, extroverted.
Weaknesses: Hypocritical, reckless, cruel, doesn’t know when to stop the joke, aggressive, horrible temper, holds lifelong grudges, thinks he can smile his way out of every problem.
Hobbies/Activities: He’s a Marauder. Plays music—learned violin first, also piano, picked up guitar last year. Motorcycles, engines, muggle rock music, ancient runes. Snogging. He does a lot of snogging. Classes: Transfiguration, Charms, DADA, Ancient Runes, Arithmancy, Potions Wand: Ebony and dragon heartstring, 13 inches Pet: Well, see, he’s kind of fuzzy by himself… Blood: Pure
History: Sirius was born to Orion and Walburga Black on November 12. He was the first son and, therefore, heir to the immense Black fortune, estate, and legacy. He never wanted any of it, however, even from a young age. He grew up with a nanny elf and his brother, Regulus, and rarely saw his parents, except to get paraded around. However, everything they stood for was unattractive to Sirius, and growing up he staged frequent, minor rebellions and got in trouble a hell of a lot. He would often disappear the entire day, coming home dirty, his robes ripped, and looking like he had the time of his life. Sirius discovered early that his parents’ views on muggles were utter crap, and at the tender age of four became a Huge Disappointment to the House of Black.
During this time he was tutored in typical pureblood fashion. He learned the basics of magic (and had a child’s wand, which were available if one knew where to shop), wizarding literature and (biased) history, etiquette, grooming, music (hence the violin and piano) and language (Latin and French).
When he was eleven, he received his Hogwarts letter, and things changed for the better. He was sorted into Gryffindor (his life was miserable for a couple of days after, because he got several Howlers), met James Potter, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew, and generally became much happier. In second year they learned why Remus was so quiet and disappeared so often; last year, finally, they managed the transformations that would make Remus’ furry little problem much more tolerable, and in the interim, Sirius discovered that at school, at least, he was celebrated and admired.
Problems continued at home, however. He began disappearing for longer periods of time during the holidays, with no notice. He would spend time at the Potters’, some just wandering around London, getting into trouble. His mother had taught the boys to apparate at the age of twelve; Sirius used this to his advantage. One day, a week out of fifth year, Sirius found himself eying a shy muggle boy in Hyde Park. Ten minutes later they were behind the bushes, and the next week, when he brought the boy home to his room, he was discovered. All of the previous family problems exploded and, having enough, Sirius left for good. He modified the boy’s memory, moved in with James, and got a job at the local pub for the summer, where he started saving up to buy a motorbike. Halfway through the break, he decided to get a tattoo and spent a good deal of his saved-up fund. Now he’s trying to figure out how to translate his slightly-diminished stash into a motorbike.
Writing Sample:
Somehow, Dumbledore had elected Benjy to introduce Remus Lupin into the Order. He had no idea why; he’d never met the bloke, never even heard of him until Dumbledore had said something—and other Order members apparently were familiar. But Benjy was a good-natured sort, and, to be honest, easily approachable (if a bit over-enthusiastic). So he’d been chosen.
It had taken him a couple of days to find the bloke; apparently he was a wanderer, or something, because there was no Remus Lupin listed in the directory (except for one, recently deceased, and upon that investigation, the estate had been sold). But today, Benjy was in luck; he’d found him, wandering around Hyde Park.
Benjy had been tailing him for a while, now, in his 20-year-old tweed suit and hat tipped low over his eyes. He wasn’t particularly trying to be stealthy about it—he was curious how the boy (for he was a boy, and much too skinny) would react.
Quietly, it seemed—because, apart from trying passively to lose him (not so easy, Benjy was a persistent bugger), there really had been no attempt to threaten him, or really run away.
They were traipsing through the Flower Walk at the moment, one of Benjy’s favorite parts of the park. It was a long, straight pathway that cut the majority of the park from Kensington High Street, and the only part of the park with actual flowers planted. Although it was next to the street (and, up beyond them, the Albert memorial, rising golden over the posh Georgian hotels), barely any traffic could be heard. Lupin sat down on a bench, pushed back among some bushes (Benjy had never been very good at muggle herbology), pigeons pecking around the feet of the bench. He was, Benjy thought through the small slit his eyes could see from beneath his hat, getting a rather challenging (if rather sulky) stare.
Ruse was up, he supposed.
Hat still tipped down, a giant grin on his face, Benjy approached the bench. “Mind if I sit?” He asked through the dazzle of teeth, resisting the urge to chuckle. Without waiting to answer, he sat, crossing his legs. He leaned back, and stuck out his hand. “The name’s Benjy Fenwick.”
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