Post by Sirius Black on Feb 10, 2007 12:16:02 GMT -5
Behind the Character[/b] Natasha
Contact: email, msn, aim
Roleplay Experience:[/ul] about two years or so
Basics
Nicknames: Padfoot
Age: 15
Birthday: November 1st
Year: 5th
House:[/ul] Gryffindor
Physical
Sirius has dark brown eyes that are quite enchanting and alluring. He often likes to stare people down or have awfully fun staring matches with James. He takes pride in the fact that he always wins.... or thinks he wins anyways. His skin is rather tan from spending so much time out in the sun. Sirius doesn't delibarately try and tan his skin, this just happens when he's taking his many walks, playing quidditch, or hanging out with his friends. He's fairly tall, but not extremely tall. He doesn't want to be like super tall, but he supposes that growing a few inches would do him some good. However he believes that he's basically past the growing point now that he's seventeen. Sirius isn't against using a growing potion though, although someting like that wouldn't last for all that long. He tends to wear quirky, but yet very fashionable things to work well on his appearance, he has been told that he has good fashion sense.
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Mental
Most girls don't seem to find him creepy at all. There are a few th at he thinks does, like Lily Evans. Although Sirius it's more like she hates his cockyiness but whatever, James had pretty much proclaimed her his. Even if he has yet to capture the red head's attention. Personally he believes that James should just give up, it's obvious that Lily will never like him back. Sirius is incredibly arrogant. Most girls at Hogwarts though seem to find this alluring and not annoying, with Lily and maybe just a tad few others being the exception. He thinks incredibly high of himself and his fathers, except for maybe Peter. Then again Peter is alright, but he's just a bit pathetic, and seems to have become their shadow. He's very smart and does really well in school for someone who barely tries at all. Sirius just doesn't see the point in trying when you don't have to, to achieve good grades.
Getting what he wants is something he is relatively use too. It didn't happen so much for Sirius back at home, but now that he's at Hogwarts and living with James Potter, that basically happens all the time. Of course not getting what you want sometimes is expected, but that's about it. Sirius is still getting used to living with another family. Although he never has liked his family enough to enjoy living with them because he doesn't hold the same views as them, he does feel a bit bad about barging into the Potters' home and suddenly living with them. Sirius knows that they don't mind and that James is more than happy to have him around, since they're very close, but sometimes he can't help think about what it would be like, if he was the man that his parents wanted him to be. His life certainly would have been a lot better. Then he thinks about how horrible his family is and quickly dismisses the idea.
Likes: [x]Girls
[x]The Marauders
[x]Gryffindor
[x]Quidditch
[x]Getting what he wants
Dislikes: [x]Slytherins
[x]People who don't give him what he wants
[x]Others complaining too much
[x]People who are too apologetic
[x]Anyone who doesn't like him
Patronus: A dog
Talents: [x]Quidditch
[x]Getting girls
[x]Being charming
[x]Being persuasive
[x]Being an animagus
Boggart: His father
Life Goals: Sirius doesn't really have any life goals. He plans to just do whatever he wants in his life and just decided on things, as they come to him.[/ul]
Family
Siblings: Regulus Black
Personal History: Sirius was born on November first, to a Dakota and Orion Black. You could say that they very pleased to have him as their child in the beginning, for they wanted someone to carry on their bloodline. In the beginning they were pretty kind parents. Orion wasn't often home, so it was usually left up to Dakota to take care of Sirius. As a young child and a baby though, he obviously didn't really care. This however all changed once they decided to have another child. It was more so Dakota's opinion rather then Orion's, for he didn't really want to have another child. He was fine with just Sirius, but Dakota managed to convince him somehow. Orion reluctantly agreed, but only with lots of persuasion.
About a few years later, Sirius' rival was born. Regulus Black was a beautiful baby from the start. You could tell that he was to become a beautfiul boy, but maybe that was just because the Blacks were known to create beautiful specimens as their children. Instantly jealously crept up to Sirius' mind, for as soon as Regulus was born, it was almost like his parents had forgotten about him. He felt annoyed that he was right there, but they cooed over that worthless and ugly baby. Regulus was too pink for god's sake, he looked like a bloody pig! He didn't want to voice these fears to his parents though, for his father had always told him to stand up tall on his own feet, and to never show his emotion in that light. So Sirius stayed quiet. At first he thought it would just be some ignorance of him at first, because Regulus was a new born baby, but things really did not change. Finnally on the evening of his seventh birthday, he started to yell at both of his parents, telling them exactly what he thought of the way they treated him.
The punishment was not light, to say the least. For his talking back to them and yelling, Sirius recieved a whipping that would stay in his mind forever. The effects of the way his parents treated him had finnally made him explode. However some would argue that this young age, at any age no one deserved this. He came to hate his father and everything that he believed in. Later on Sirius learned to hate his mother too, for she loved Regulus and not him. That changed even more and he started to hate Regulus too. At first they were at least semi-close and all, able to stand each other and sometimes hanging out in a friendly way. In some ways Sirius almost even took him under his wing, carefully teaching how to act just like him, with Regulus looking up at him with those big, roung puppy eyes.
Still Sirius was eager to please his parents, even though he hated their very existence. He would continue to hate those mudbloods and he would be interested in the Dark Arts, if he had anything to say about it. But the final straw came when his parents forgot his tenth birthday. He vowed that night to never stand for anything they believed in again. Sirius would become his own person and just leave them behind. From them on shouting in the Black household wasn't an odd ocurrence, especially when it involved Sirius. He would sometimes get in fights just for the fun of it and do things on purpose to set his father off, and piss him off as much as he could. You could say that he was almost like the family rebel, going against everything they thought was right. Going to Hogwarts only further increased these thoughts, for there he could finally be himself. Meeting the marauders only helped even more, for they helped him be who he really wanted to be, and let become a better person. Later on though seeing his brother at passing chances in the hallyways, was sickening.[/ul]
Other
God, Nate felt ridiculously stupid in this bar. Ashley seemed to know everything about the things here, in fact it was almost her perfect habitat. Whereas he knew barely anything and seemed constantly made an idiot of. Ashley obviously wasn't doing it on purpose, but it was happening anyways. Nate just tried to keep reminded himself that she wasn't out to get him or something odd like that. He accepted the fuzzy navel, once again not knowing what that was. "Thanks," He mumbled, a tinge of red drifting to his cheeks. Nate knew that it was pretty obvious that bars weren't his place, but it seemed odd since he knew guys who knew just about everything about alcohol. It wasn't like most of their parents set out to teach them this knowledge. Some of them--the ones who's parents were actually comfortable with them drinking--perhaps had set out to do that, but the rest of them learned whatever the knew usually from friends. Nate had no idea how he hadn't gotten much from what his friends knew, but that was just the way it was. Maybe it had to due with the fact that was more interested in smoking joints and drugs, not alcohol. To him alcohol was just alcohol. He understood that people had specific tastes unique to them, but he usually only turned to the substance when he wanted to get hammered, and forget. That was no longer the case thanks to Ashley.
The sudden turn of events was almost too much for Nate to take in. One minute Ashley and him were laughing and chatting happily, and the next... that guy was up in her face, yelling at for just about nothing. It was certainly confusing, but it was enough to make his anger rise. Before Nate had just been struggling to get through this week, but right now he could feel that fury building. Wouldn't it feel nice to just slam him into the wall and beat the shit out of him? Why yes, it would. Nate definetly wasn't a homophobe, but nothing excused that bastard from saying what he had said to Ashley, nothing! He only stayed silent because during this first chance at meeting Ashley, he had come to realize that she liked to settle her own fights, and that she was capable of standing on her own two feet. Ashley wasn't one of those girls who couldn't protect themselves. She was far from a damsel in distress, a woman who always needed someone to protect her. She was the exact opposite, a woman so independent and strong that you just had to admire her. Nate had to clutch onto the sides of the bar table tightly just to keep himself from getting up and pummeling that asshole. None of his words made any sense, she had only been trying to help him! He was just an ungrateful little bastard in his opinion. Still he couldn't help himself from muttering, "You ungrateful little bastard!" It came out a little louder than expected, but Nate didn't care, the guy deserved to hear that. He could certainly defend himself in a fight. Before he had just been skinny, but now he had well-chiseled muscles that would certainly work to his advantage in a fight. And he wasn't slow because of being so muscular that they weighed him down, he was fast as well.
Granted, he didn't get himself into fights everyday--but he could still protect himself. It didn't take Nate forever to realize that even though Ashley was incredibly strong, emotionally and physically--that this all still affected her. He didn't think that he was much of a knight in shining armor. More like a knight in shining aluminium foil. Nate meant well, but he didn't think he was often strong enough to protect the people around him. He didn't always really need to since most of the people around him were very privledged. They apparently had it all, looks, class, wealth, and... just everything. But sometimes even they needed someone, right? Nate just wasn't the choice guy to turn to. Most times he was too weighed down by pot, too not there to even notice that others around him needed help. He had actually lost friends that way. Nate didn't really completely agree with the whole, 'you're not in my clique, so I hate you' thing. In fact he had befriended people in the past despite that, but he had lost most of them as friends just because... they had sort of drifted apart. Sure, they had made attempts to continue to be there for him, and do all the things that friends were supposed to do, but in the end it seemed like Nate hadn't cared. Lately he had more a drive. Oh, he still turned to pot, even when things got just a little bit bad, but that was probably the way he would always be. Maybe eventually he'd grow up a little and sober up, but during high school there didn't even seem a chance of that. Right now though... as he saw Ashley give that guy what he deserved, and then run away, he knew that he had to rise to the occasion.
Okay, so maybe he barely knew this girl. Nate had strode into the bar, had a lot of trouble with ordering a drink... and then the talking and laughter had just come up after there. But she seemed genuine and well, a real person. Someone at the least that he would want to be friends with, if not more. So he couldn't just sit here and go on, or just wait for her to get herself together. Nate perhaps didn't always notice the things that happened to the people around him, but when he did, he wasn't one to tell them to just shrug it off and leave it at that. Blair was someone who just had a lot problems sometimes and was incredibly hard to deal with, but he figured that he had at least been there for him sometimes, right? Slowly he got up from his bar stool, pursing his lips. The anger and fury was still there, but now that the bastard was being lead to the hopsital, Nate couldn't do anything about it. It had been Ashley's fight and not his. He hadn't really been apart of it at all. The only way it wouldn't have been affected him was if he hadn't came here to get a drink on his way back from school. He stood there for a few moments, before moving, almost in slow motion. Nate had no idea what he would say to her to make her feel better, but hopefully at least something would come. He couldn't just leave her there, right? No, even he had a conscience. Maybe she was one of those people who would rather have been left alone when they were really depressed, or angry, but Nate didn't know that. He had to at least try. Otherwise things would only become awkward and uncomfortable. Nate had enough of that with other friends and ex-girlfriends. Nate made his way up to Pinky's living quarters, in almost hurried fashion, although at the same time it seemed like he was taking his time as well. He needed to find the right words. He had never been good at consoling or cheering people up at all, and he doubted that would change now.
Coming face to face with Ashley perched up against the wall, eating the unfamiliar divinity and chugging from the whiskey bottle, tears streaming down her face, Nate stood stone cold for a few moments. He was sure that this presence had been noted now. Whether angrily or in a depressed fashion, or even as a relief he didn't know. All he knew was that he couldn't postpone this forever and that now he would have to help Ashley, in whatever way he could. Nate started to walk slowly towards her. He dropped to his knees, right next to and gently took ahold of her by her neck, running a hand through her hair as she cried. Nate had no idea if anything he was doing was right at all. He had no real evidence to go by. His parents had arguements now and then, but never had they faced anything where Nate had actually seen them comforting each other. He felt comfortable and awkward, but he hoped that this was right... and that his kind intentions wouldn't end up getting backfired, with Ashley completely pissed off at him. Nate knew that they went to the same school now. He had never seen her before, but guessed that she was actually younger then him. She talked about Florida so perhaps she had only moved her this year. Nate knew that moving to a new school had to be hard, even though he had never really experienced it himself, and knew that having friends made it all so much easier. "Ashley..." He started uncertainly. Nate took in a deep breath, closing his eyes for a few moments. "That guy was a bastard. He had no idea what he was talking about, he doesn't know you. Maybe I don't really either, but from what I can see... you're not a bitch, not a whore. You're a geniunely good person and you shouldn't feel bad about trying to help someone, okay?" Nate said softly, giving her a small smile.
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