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SIRIUS ORION BLACK [break]
GRYFFINDOR
SIRIUS ORION BLACK [break]
GRYFFINDOR
[attr="class","GGcontainer1temp1"] [attr="class","GGboxtemp1"] [break]SIXTH YEAR [attr="class","GGboxtemp1"] [break]SIXTEEN [attr="class","GGboxtemp1"] [break]12 ¼ INCH, HICKORY, DRAGON HEARTSTRING [attr="class","GGboxtemp1"] [break]WANDLESS MAGIC, UNREGISTERED ANIMAGUS BLACK DOG [attr="class","GGboxtemp1"] [break]PATRONUS: Gordon Setter, formed on memories of have of Abby.. The Setter a dog she owned named Churchill.. [attr="class","GGboxtemp1"] BEN BARNES | [attr="class","GGcontainer2temp1"][break][break] [attr="class","GGcontenttemp1"] My Name is Sirius Orion Black. I’m a third generation of this name. Obviously this is a nod to the sheer amount that my family is screwed up. Mooney made the mistake in assuming that because I came from a wealthy family that I have never known what it means to want. I stunned him by this observation into my secretive life.[break][break] “All of our kind recycles.... We all have done it, we all have obtained something out grow it and pass it down or give it away. And in some cases that thing becomes so unrepairable that it becomes garbage that must be tossed out like the rags it is. Moony your family does it sparingly, and only tosses out things that are utterly destroyed take for one your corduroy bell bottoms. They went to the second hand shop you found value in them you only throw away things that are rubbish. My family is a bit more lacked with their tossing out the garbage. My family tends to recycle not just names, but whole identities. In a sense we are all replaceable and expendable I was born to this world knowing that after upon my birth and my first breaths I took my father’s name his expectations, and his inheritance, his home. If I’m not up to my father’s standards than I too am expendable and will be tossed out and burned from existence.[break][break] Nicknames: Padfoot, Bloodtraitor, Filth, Traitorous Louse from my bosom, Siri, list goes on and on.[break][break] Likes[break][break] I like sweets, I’ve been known to eat a whole banana cream pie in one sitting. But nothing and I mean NOTHING has anything on Molly Prewett’s Hot chocolate. I’ve literally been in a throw down knock down drag out fight over the hot chocolate of that woman.. Honest if it wasn’t for the sheer fact that I actually like and respect her Husband I would have made a move on that woman, just because of the way that woman cooks. I’m sure she could make a garden gnome taste good.[break][break] I like the sound of Harry’s Laugh it remind me of his father though his smile is like his mother, something regrettable but easily over looked when he looks so much like his father. Which reminds me of brighter days of our youth spending time wreaking havoc, Those times when McGonagall referred to our little group as the war department.[break][break] I happen to be a huge fan of fresh off the fryer French fries. Probably been served in accompaniment to deep fried Garden Gnome by Molly cause she just loves when I come for dinner.[break][break] I like my motorbike the dreadful thing is older than dirt, James used to flack on it loads saying that Merlin himself built it from scratch wood and spell-o-tape, its old, but it sturdy, dependable and shockingly fast. It’s saved my arse on more than one occasion and truthfully it’s saved his a few as well.[break][break] The feel of an old set of denims that hug the right set of curves. Once you have had that feeling it leaves a mark that you can’t forget.. I get a slight memory every time I even smell that fabric.[break][break] Shape Shifting “ I love the freedom that comes with my Padfoot form. Its honestly one of the best ways to get around.. Not to mention in Padfoot form I can take a shite on the lawns of people I’m not a fan of. In fact I can do all sorts of vile disgusting things in dog form and blame it on the fact that it is understandable dog behavior, and there for to be fully expected.[break][break] Quidditch.. I was a beater..I love flying I would have had a noted career in quidditch if Peter was a traitorous son of a bitch… I still would love a second shot at that sodding little piss ant…[break][break] I like breaking into places I’m not supposed to be I.E. certain bedrooms, and a favored candy store stockroom, bathrooms preferably with people in them. I’ve been known to slide into the muggle world and take over a home.. Muggle houses are far easier to break into than non muggle homes.. I’ve found Witches in America have been known to keep a security troll locked up in there basement.. I barely made it out of this house in Texas.. [break][break] Dislikes[break][break] Wishy washy people. If you’re a bloody moron fine.. That great just do it privately and don’t make the rest of us who have an actual personality deal with your in-ability to form an opinion.[break][break] Superstitions I don’t believe in some eye in the sky that controls fate.. I believe this world is what you make of it.. So if you make it a habit to not wash your jockey strap for months on end so you can have a good day out on the pitch, than I probably will have an issue with you because well I don’t want to be subjected to that smell or that degree of stupidity.[break][break] Kretcher Nothing is worse than that of a mouthy belligerent house elf who doesn’t’ seem to get his place.[break][break] Forced interactions I grew up having to endure these, Nothing more nauseating than a formal robe affair where you must pretend you enjoy the company of those you normally wouldn’t piss on if they were on fire.[break][break] Hagrids Cooking I’d rather French kiss Kretcher.. Than eat Hagrid’s damn cookies..[break][break] Hermione, she reminds me of Lily in a classic know it all I want to strangler her sort of way..[break][break] Pureblooded halfwits.. I think it goes with saying..[break][break] Halfblooded Halfwits.. More intolerable than pureblooded because they don’t seem to get they are the armpit of the Pureblooded world, they are normally social climbers but they don’t seem to comprehend the social world in which they are climbing[break][break] Tainted Breeds who work for Purebloods attempting to cleanse the world of lesser beings. Also a common sense thing here on why they would be hated by me, I mean if you’re a beast of burden great least realize that is what you are..[break][break] HISTORY[ break][break] I was born Sirius Orion Black the third, Meaning I’m the name sake of not just one asshole, but two. It is tradition in my family to name the first born son after the father, though if I have a son of my own the tradition would end. I will make it a point to not have any annoying names that have to do with roman god’s or astrology or shit found in the space.. I swear I don’t know what purebloods were thinking when they have to name their child after some absurd constellation, like most purebloods don’t have enough issues with their lack of personality without being named Ophiuchus or shit like that.[break][break] The next three years of my life were like any other pureblooded heir. I had a nanny to do most of the raising my earliest memories were of her and not of my mother who was not a very maternal woman and couldn’t abide being touched or pestered. To say that my birth was a surprise to most would be an understatement, but it was not near the surprise that happen three years and 4 months and six days later when my mother gave birth to the second son of Orion Black my brother would brag he was a miracle.. I would correct him and say yes.. Miracle alright.. Miracle work of a lot of liquor, some candle light.. A heavy handed sleeping tonic, and a turkey baster..[break][break] At the age of three I didn’t know the big deal about the little udder sucker. Everyone ohhh and ahhh’d over my brother saying he was beautiful, and more importantly quiet. I continued to slip into the role as the rebellious child as my younger brother seemed just have the soft spoken quiet eager to please personality that suited my parents, where I was prone to speaking my mind he was obedient.[break][break] As Regulus grew older we continue growing apart as our personality and ideals seemed to clash he became more introverted. I became more extroverted, and anxious for that person to bond with. Where we didn’t comprehend one another we respected, and loved one another till one thing that has the ability to come between men separated us.[break][break] It was a girl..[break][break] In the beginning there were a lot of girls.. I was in my prime and I had no problem painting a few pretties to get what I wanted, Regulus did not approve but he didn’t denote me either. It wasn’t till I started seeing Abby that my younger brother tired come between one of my relationships.[break][break] It was with Abigail Johnson everything changed between my brother and I. Regulus made it quite clear that his problem with particular girl was her blood. It was like he saw the end that came with someone like Abby the severing of ways and attitudes that would burn bridges of family.[break][break] It was at the tail end of my 6 year that I finally obtained the affections of that girl as she finally took me seriously, and was celebrated with friends was smite against with Regulus he told me there was no honor in laying with muggleborns. That the moment I make that mistake is the moment I damage the family legacy, and that sort of betrayal carried consequences.[break][break] He was right by the start of my seventh year I was dismissed by my named birthright, and adopted into my best friend’s family. My little brother who had once looked up and admired me openly denied knowing me. Where I struggled with letting go of my relationship with Regulus my relationship with Abby prevailed.. As open war erupted around me, I found out that friends are needful things. I not used to the unconditional love that Abby offered pushed her away, that girl has been cheated on and pushed around and the list goes on for the amount of wrongs I have made.. Sadly it wasn’t till that last time meeting up with her that my selfishness erupted and left her with a lifelong scar of my immaturity..[break][break] I graduated and joined Dumbledores Army taking up on the job training as an Auror. It is then I became aware that I was not left destitute that my mother’s own brother Alphard left me an estate, and inheritance which I saw as solution to my problem. Sadly that very inheritance would carry the very thing that would bring me to my death. House elves Kretcher I had grown up with and he was quick to remind me of my standing in my family and more importantly in my mother’s eyes.. I grew to DESPISE THAT FREAKING ELF.. I would have had his ugly potato shape head on many occasions had it not been for the sheer fact that my brother was absurdly close with Kretcher looking upon the elf as if he was the brother he should have had. Kretcher sold me out to my cousin which ultimately led to my demise. Or would if it time could not be manipulated in our world with a clever tool by the name of a Time Turner that was given to the one thing that had ultimately betrayed and lead me to my demise. Kretcher.. House Elves are clever creatures and Kretcher is no different. As my life has been reset I’m charged with resetting my personal wrongs..[break][break] FAQ'S about Sirius He don't remember dying.. He retains more of the good memories rather the unpleasant which have been blocked out... He has been returned to his sixteen year old self..He but he is only that way physically emotional he is operating at a twenty year old level. [break][break] SAMPLE POST WRITTEN BY PETE:[break][break] The sun shone in through the windows of the dusted over bedroom window, of the room he was staying in. His head was throbbing as he winced, opening his eyes ever so slightly. Wheezing a bit he grudgingly rolled himself out of bed. His head still throbbing as he stood up, ever since he found himself back in his sixteen year old body, this impending headache seemingly never went away. He often wondered if this was the pain Harry felt back before Vodomort was defeated. Everything inside his mind seemed to be a collected blur of his life before death. He seemed to only manage to keep the good memories for the man found himself eagerly blocking out all the bad moments of his life, including his time in Azkaban, and that of his own death. He couldn't even remember dying, or the moments that led up to it. In fact, the last thing he remembered was that of turning into Padfoot and delivering Harry off to Hogwarts, for his fifth year.[break][break] A mighty shock it had been when one day the darkness that had taken over him seemed to disappear. That headache developing, and waking up in a confusion. The moment he saw himself in a mirror he couldn't help but to let out a bit of a scream. The events after that seemed to be rather...daunting, rather unusual. Seeing himself as the sixteen year old he once was, had been a shock, but the biggest shock was being told he had been once dead. Dead for nearly three years, he really didn't know how to partake in this information, was he happy? Was he confused? Upset? Clueless? Every time anybody tried to tell him what happened to him he quickly shook his head, held up his hand and told them to stop. He would glorify in life right now, even if he found himself stuck in an age he rather not be.[break][break] Of course, this age was much better than that of the Azkaban age. Yet, now he was stuck attending Hogwarts again, why couldn't fate have at least made him eighteen instead of sixteen? He wondered if this was some way of letting those people that died unfairly have a chance to start over. He wondered if it was fates way of saying "Mr. Black, you deserve this, you deserve to live a life where you're not always on the run. You deserve a life, a real life, and here is your chance." He knew many people were worried about everyone coming back, he knew a crisis was developing because a man kept returning people from the dead, but right now Sirius Black found himself mighty happy to be alive again, to be reunited with those he loved, even if it meant this impending headache, and a return to Hogwarts. [break][break] Sirius Black certainly would be up to his old ways in no time. He never really did grow up. [break][break] Hogwarts was why he found himself in Diagon Ally right now, searching through the racks of robes to find a pair that would be best fitted for himself. He only had a few pairs of clothing, so needless to say he was quite anxious to get himself some more clothing, comfortable at that. Money was a tiny issue for the fact he didn't exactly have a family to take him in, then again, he always got by on his own just fine. He knew that not everyone that came back from the dead would have places to go, but at least there was Hogwarts for the majority of them. It seemed to be their stepping stone to help them adapt back into the world, starting them as students, giving them a place to go. The summer would be the only downfall now. [break][break] So, many questions, so many what are we going to do from some of the people brought back, but Sirius here was just taking it one day at a time. He may have done some frowned upon items to get the money to buy his school supplies, but at least he was alive. [break][break] And, that would explain the little hum to his step as he looked through school robes, in the daylight. |
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