Post by padfoot on Apr 18, 2012 17:40:59 GMT -5
me, books and cleverness ,
[/i][/size][/font]there are more important things like friendship and bravery~hermione granger, sorcerer's stone.[/font]
JAMES SIRIUS POTTER !
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follow the spiders, follow the spiders ,
[/i][/size]if hagrid ever gets out of azkaban i'll kill him.~ron weasley, chamber of secrets[/font][/center]
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full name: James Sirius Potter
age: Seventeen
profession: N/A
house: Gryffindor
year: Seventh.never trust anything that can think for itself,
if you can't see where it keeps its brain~ mr. weasley, from the chamber of secrets [/font][/center]
hair color and style: Sirius has dark brown, nearly black hair that is never so long that its down in his face, but not buzz cut short either. And like his father it has a tendency to stick up in every which direction no matter what he does with it.
eye color: A dull grey color at best when he's bored, but come to a lively green when hes excited and a piercing blue when he's in a flirty mood.
distinguished features: Sirius doesn't have the usual Englander's pale as a sheet skin tone, its actually slightly more tanned than that. Also, his diamond stud earring that he mostly got to irritate his parents.
playby: Chase Crawford
you know the Prefects' bathroom on the fifth floor? it's not a bad place for a bath.,
[/i][/size]Just take your egg and... mull things over in the hot water.~cedric diggory,goblet of fire[/font][/center]
likes:
sex: Sirius has been sleeping around since he was fourteen, definitely a bit of a player with a bad rep.
quidditch: With the hopes and dreams of a professional Quidditch career to keep the lifestyle he loves so much.
whiskey: An avid drinker, he starts his day with a shot of whiskey and continues to drink from a flask throughout the day. At night he is happy to drink whatever someone at the party is giving him, but if hes getting a drink for himself it's always going to be whiskey of some sort.
food: Sirius works out constantly, if he's not hitting on girls, being nosy, partying or keeping in shape, he is eating. He eats so much because he burns so many calories to be as active as he is. But even when he has his "lazy days" like anyone else, he will still eat more than the normal amount for a man his size.
history: for some reason, Sirius has always been into history. He actually enjoys the subject, not that he would ever tell a fellow student that. He loves to know about the wars down to the last gruesome detail. That's his biggest flaw though, curiosity always gets the better of him; and this time maybe for the worse.
dislikes:
school: in all honesty, Sirius stays in school because its a place to stay and his only entrance into professional Quidditch by playing on the Gryffindor team as keeper and captain. If it weren't for that, he probably wouldn't bother.
homework: really, if you don't like school, how are you even supposed to consider doing homework? Sirius doesn't.
assholes: Sirius does not appreciate any guy who calls a girl names, hits her or anything like that. He may use them for sex, but at least he treats them right while they are with him.
vodka: out of all the alcohol's in the world, this is the one Sirius just refuses to drink. As horrible as it is to say considering his alcoholic status, he will go sober before drinking vodka.
kids: Sirius really doesn't ever planning on settling down and having the family life. Mostly because at this point in his life, he just can't stand kids.
habits:
hand in the hair: Sirius most obvious nervous habit is to run his hands in his hair. He does it all the time.
smoking: he just cannot, or will not, give up those damned cigarettes, no matter who tries to convince him.
healers: under no circumstances does he ever want to go to mungo's. Sirius will walk around on a broken leg until he just can't stand it anymore literally before he will go to the healers for anything. Mostly because they always suggest time and rest as part of their healing process and he just doesn't have the time and patience for that while training for Quidditch.
secrets:
the biggest secret of them all: while most people who find out would think his passion for history is his biggest secret, his is much bigger. Being the nosy kid he is, he over heard his parents. There is something that the generation of his age is not supposed to know about, and he is damn sure going to find out what it is. At whatever costs it takes.
patronus:
a fox: the memory being the first time he found out about his father's invisibility cloak and hid under it all day making his parents worry sick wondering where he was when he was about six years old.
amortentia: sex, Italian food and whiskey.
you may not like him minister ,
[/i][/size]but you can't deny dumbledore's got style.~kingsley shacklebolt,order of the phoenix[/font][/center]
father: Harry Potter
mother: Ginny (Weasley) Potter
brothers: Albus Severus Potter
sisters: Lily Potter
other: N/A
history:
Born to Harry and Ginny Potter on April Twenty Second, James was the first of three children. When he was about four years old his family started using his middle name Sirius as a pet name and by five years old he told them that that was the name he wanted to go by. When he was older and was told of his own father's Godfather, he decided once again that he was honored to be named for both his grandfather and him, but that James was much too formal and Sirius just sounded more like a Quidditch star, which is what he hopes to one day become. Sirius first road a broom at the age of six, on his own in the back yard while his parents were inside fixing dinner. There were no screams, but many silent tears when Sirius fell for the first time that same day, breaking his femur and knee cap for the first time in his life. His parent's should have known then what a reckless child they were dealing with.
When he was eleven he was overjoyed with the news of his Hogwarts letter and even happier when he finally got to go. Since Harry himself, no one had been accepted to the Quidditch team under third year, but Sirius put a stop to that record when he was appointed Gryffindor keeper in his first year. By his fourth year he was promoted to Captain of the team and has held that position ever since. They have not lost a Quidditch cup yet since Sirius has been on the team. Since his first year his training schedule for himself has been the same. Wake up before dawn, go for a run from the castle's main entrance to the Black Lake, around it and back again. Then after classes and lunch he has his own two hour practice before the two or three hour team practices. Then once that is over it's time for dinner, another run with the exact same route, and then off to party. Sirius has had plenty of Quidditch related injuries as well, but the worst of them has been to his same knee he injured at six years old. Because of this, he is told to wear a knee brace on a regular basis, but he doesn't listen, he only does when his knee is actually bothering him.
Sirius was twelve the first time he touched alcohol and thirteen the first time he got drunk. He has always been the life of the party, but only by his fifth year did he start drinking heavily to the point of carrying a flask of whiskey around in his pocket. He won't admit it, but anyone who know's him well enough, know's hes an alcoholic for sure. But no one tries to stop him. He was fourteen also when he started to smoke cigarettes and shortly followed by that did he take his curiosities with girls to the farthest extreme. Since then he has never once held a steady girlfriend. Perhaps he would see the same one every night for a week or two, but as soon as she made it seem like a relationship he finds a way to end it and moves on to the next prize.
Now his most recent summer had to have been the best of his life. He is getting ready to start his seventh year in school, is expecting lots of professional recruits coming to his Quidditch matches to see what they are getting themselves into and to compete with other teams to get him. In the end, it would end up being the one with the biggest number in front of his face that he will sign on with. He sticks to his strict routine for keeping in shape during the summer as well. But on the rare occasion that this night was, he was home. He had partied himself out apparently, because he simply could not find somewhere else to be that night. No dates, no drinks, nothing. So he stayed home. In the middle of the night, his stomach growled so he went down to find himself something to eat. On his way to the kitchen, he heard his parents talking. What about? A thing called Voldemort... And for some reason they could not know about it. His mother was adamant that their father tell them, but he did not seem to care. After hearing all this, Sirius went down to eat pondering what he had just heard and that was when he decided he was taking his fathers cloak and the Marauders Map to school this year with a new purpose. Not to help him and a girl sneak into the room of requirement (though yes, it would probably still serve that purpose) but to go and track down the books his father was talking about. To find out exactly what was going on and why he wasn't supposed to know.
why is it that when everytime something happens ,
[/i][/size]it is always you three.~minerva mcgonagall,half blood prince[/font][/center]
alias: padfoot
how you found us: valval
other characters: soon Teddy Lupin.
rp example:
(This one is being written especially for you guys
)Morning run. Breakfast. Practice. Lunch. Practice. Dinner. Evening run. Shower. Change clothes. Party? No, unfortunately no one can get luck one hundred percent of the time. Even Sirius Potter. After all his searching there was no party to be found tonight. No where. Normally, when it came to nights like this Sirius would go out and make a party. But it was nearing the end of summer and none of his friends were up to it. They all had an excuse: getting packed, getting up early to go to Diagon Ally, their girlfriend or boyfriend wanted a night to themselves, something. Too many excuses. So instead of going out on the prowl for a girl, Sirius went upstairs to his room, refilled his flask of whiskey and started to drink. Once he had downed that flask twice, he took his shirt off, laid on the bed and summoned a book from his closet. One of the many books his parent's did not know he read. Ever.
Hours and hours passed and before he knew it he was glancing at his clock. Really? One in the morning already? Sirius stomach growled to confirm how late it was. He always got hungry at late night if he was not distracted with a party or a girl. Sighing, Sirius folded down the corner of the page he was on in his book and swung his legs off the bed and standing so suddenly he got dizzy from staring at nothing but the pages of his book for so many hours. Maybe it was that, or the amount of whiskey he had drank while reading the book... or the number of cigarette's he had smoked. In the end what caused it did not really matter as it passed momentarily and he continued on to put the book back in his trunk in the closet and then pulled on a muscle shirt and replaced his flask in his pocket before opening the door and heading down the hall and then down the stairs.
But the weirdest thing ever happened at that time. He saw a tiny bit of light from the downstairs hall. It was coming from his father's study. What was he doing up so late? His father always told him to get in bed long before now. Slowly and quietly as he could, Sirius crept down the hallway to the tiny bit of open door light down the hall. Peering in all he could see was his mother with her back to the door, her red hair standing out in the dim light from the oil lamp. He could not see his father at all, but he could hear them both. Clear and plain as day.
"Don't you think they have the right to know? They're your children for Christ sake!" his mother said, followed closely by a cross remark from his father. What did they deserve to know? They were talking about him, Albus and Lily... But what didn't they know?
"You know it's forbidden to speak of. Even if I wanted to, I can't. We need not plague their minds." Sirius rolled his eyes at this. There goes his father: the rule follower. Rules were meant to be broken, but his father had always been very strict about rules. No idea why, but Sirius was getting annoyed with his father. If there was something this important, he should be allowed to know! What could possibly be so bad that no one could speak of it?
"If you don't tell them, either someone else or I will." At this Sirius smirked. Yes! He knew it. His mother would not deny them the things they rightfully deserve. Even forbidden knowledge.
"You wouldn't dare. You know the consequences of telling the young ones of Voldemort."
"I don't care about the bloody consequences! Why should we hide it?" His father sounded furious. His mother even more. But, that was normal, she was always quicker to the punch and quicker with the draw on anger. But there goes his mom, saying she doesn't care about consequences. Now, he supposed, that explains where he gets it from!
The rest of the conversation though, he could not even begin to believe until his parents conversation had ended. "There is a reason they banned books from printing things from our childhood. There is so much to the story you don't know. There was a prophecy made afterwards. A prophecy I heard with my own ears. if an easily influenced child is told the tale... History will repeat itself, but perhaps with a different ending."
"History will... You mean, there will be a new..."
"Yes. We must keep it a secret. A secret that will protect our present and our futures."
After that Sirius backed away from the door just as silently as he had come up to it. His mind was racing hundreds of miles per hour it seemed. What could really be so bad that happened in the past that they stopped printing history books about it? That they forbade people to even speak of it to a younger generation? And what the fuck was a Voldemort? And who really believed prophecies anyway? Most of the seer's (especially the ones at school) were just full of crap and trying to make a quick buck! All these questions rolled around in his brain all night long. While eating a sandwich he made himself during his pondering's, he heard noises down the hall once more and saw his father come out of his study and as he often did when he was stressed seemed to be absentmindedly rubbing his scar. The scar the kids had been told was from a Quidditch accident, but Sirius had always questioned that... Perhaps he had been right to question it all along...
Could there be more to that story? Sirius wondered to himself as he munched on his sandwich. Ah well, the only way to find out was to find these never published history books. They had to be locked up somewhere and the safest place he could think, was the one place no student would ever go looking. The restricted section of the library. With that thought in mind, Sirius finished his sandwich, cleaned up his mess and went up to bed.
Two weeks later, he was on the train to Hogwarts for the last time. With the Invisibility Cloak and Marauders Map tucked safely away in his school bag, with a whole new mission for this year. He was going to find out what the adults were hiding from them. No matter what it took, he would know. For some reason or another he simply felt that he needed to know and that the answers were right under his nose...
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