Name: Sirius Black

Wand: 15 inches, dragon heartstring, oak, slightly flexible

Pets: A dusky eagle owl named Zaif

Information: He teased Snape a lot. And became an Animagus. And ran away from home at 16. Very intelligent. Teachers liked him, but hated his attitude. Was apparently quite popular with the women...Nickname was Padfoot. (will add more....I guess?)

Roleplay Sample:

"Done." The dark haired boy stepped down from his bed, as he admired the last Gryffindor flag he had put up. Turning around, he allowed himself a brief, satisfied smile, as his previously drab room became a beacon of hope and of light. Everywhere he looked, red and gold flashed down at him. Pulling out his wand, the teenager paused, pulling up the memory of performing a Permanent Sticking Charm. His parents were home (Of course. It was like they never left the house...) so the magic couldn't be traced directly to him. Satisfied with this, Sirius performed the charm, tapping his wand on each Gryffindor-related item. Satisfied with his work, he set down to his next project.

Flipping his long hair over his shoulder, Sirius turned to the box that lay next to his bed. Pulling out one of the posters in there, he allowed himself a big mischievous grin. Bikini-clad Muggle women joined the motorcycles on the walls. They stared blankly at him from the shiny, lamented surface. Their hands were frozen, the waves behind them immortalized in plain Muggle photography. Oh how his parents would throw a fit when they saw his room now.

This thought was practically what had lulled him to sleep last night. With a couple of snickers, Sirius put all the posters up. Stepping back to take the effect in as a whole, Sirius could finally say that he honestly wouldn't mind spending more of his time in this room. Sure, he had never liked staying in one place for too long, but if he was forced to stay in Twelve Grimmauld Place, then he might just as well enjoy it, right? Finally, his room was beginning to look more like a room. As for the family tree that crawled over his walls...Sirius gave the thing a disgusted sneer. He would have to attempt to get rid of it some other time. He had a letter to finish writing.

Glancing over at his messy desk, Sirius cleared away broken quills and empty inkwells, finding the half-written letter he had begun last night when he had finally received James' last response. Reading it over hungrily, Sirius quickly scrawled out a few more sentences. Satisfied, he blew on it to dry the ink, before rolling up the parchment. He looked around for his owl. Zaif was out hunting again, it seemed. The window was open, after all, the early evening breeze wafting into his room and making the flags hanging from the ceiling stir. He heard someone come up the stairs and turned sharply towards the door.

If it was his mother...

Oh, was Sirius going to enjoy her expression when she saw what he had turned his room into...