Sirius Lee Perona

the basics

full name ♦ Sirius Lee Perona
nicknames ♦ “Seriously Perona”, most often used by his sister.
age ♦ eighteen
birthday ♦ September 5th, 2000
occupation ♦ Baker at the Quarter Cafe
school ♦ Phalanx House
species ♦ Shapeshifter
ability/power ♦ Wolf shifter
how the ability works ♦
Sirius is able to change into a rather large wolf at will. This transition isn’t painless, but neither is it remarkably painful; instead it’s somewhere in the middle, because he can feel his bones snapping and resetting, but the worst that happens is that his joints and bones ache if he spends too much time in his wolf form, or he shifts back and forth too many times in one day. The transformations take a toll on his mood, often leaving him irritable, aggressive, and generally abrasive to just about everybody around him, though this side effect is usually fixed by sleeping. The more agitated that he is while in wolf form, the harder it is for him to hold it, and sometimes he’ll unintentionally shift back. Only once has he gotten stuck part of the way through a transformation, and that was something that he’s determined will never happen to him again, because it really sucked being a hairy, bipedal creature with claws and a tail, though it didn’t last long, and it was a particularly painful process going back to his human form from that.
gender ♦ Cisgender Male | He/him/his
sexuality ♦ Mostly straight

the appearance

face claim ♦ Chace Crawford
height and weight ♦ 6’0” | 175 pounds
identifying features ♦ Sirius has a smattering of scars littered all over his knuckles, from various fights that he’s gotten in over the years.
overall appearance ♦
Though he’s certainly not as tall as his half brother Astor, Sirius is slightly taller than average at six feet tall. He’s rather lean, and is definitely not as muscular as most of the men in Phalanx, though there’s no question that he’s definitely in decent shape. His hair is usually worn in a shaggy style, and there are times where it certainly doesn’t even seemed like he’s brushed it. When it comes to dressing himself, you will most frequently see Sirius in jeans and whatever clean t-shirt that he managed to find. There’s not usually more thought put into it than that, though he never wears anything heavier than a hoodie, and doesn’t appear to get cold the same way that other people do. He can clean up nicely when necessary, though he hates wearing stiff, fancy clothing most of the time, and he certainly doesn’t appear to be dirty by any means. He does take some amount of pride in his physical appearance in the respect that he doesn’t like having facial hair or dirt on his skin, and will go above and beyond what is considered basic hygiene frequently.

the personality

likes ♦
-Baking
-Getting baked
-Acting
-Working with his hands in general
-Rainy days
-Shifting/his wolf form
dislikes ♦
-Authority
-Forced creativity
-Feeling like an outcast
-Enclosed spaces
-Classes
-His name
strengths ♦
-Baking
-Loyalty
-Physically strong
-Self-reliant
weaknesses ♦
-Kind of a jerk
-Insecure
-Manipulative
-Not the sharpest knife in the drawer
dreams ♦
-Make a name for himself. His brother has done some amazing things, and there’s certainly a part of him that sees that as a goal he needs to meet and/or exceed.
-Go backpacking through Europe with his friends at least once.
fears ♦
-Never measuring up to the Perona family name. He definitely feels some pressure to succeed at something, and he’s terrified of failing.
-Closed spaces. They make him feel incredibly twitchy in the worst way.
overall personality ♦
Sirius is an extremely loving and caring person, though that fact is buried under a layer of pure assholery that most people don’t bother digging under. He likes to compare himself, at least in his own mind, to a lone wolf, an outcast. This is largely because he doesn’t think that he really fits in with his siblings, no matter how much he does love and care about them. He definitely has a little bit of the "middle child" mentality going on, and firmly believes that he is not as important as his siblings because in addition to being the middle child, he hasn't really done anything noteworthy in his years on this Earth. Deep down, under the dramatic flair and the issues with authority, Sirius has some confidence issues. When it comes to his temper, it is notoriously short, and it's for that reason hat he has a tendency to get in fistfights that he knows he cannot win. In his mind, disrespect has to be challenged instead of tolerated, and if hat means losing, then it does, and he can live with that. 

the history

father ♦ Hector ____ Perona, 58, runs a bar
mother ♦ Dorothy ____ Perona, 56, runs a bar
siblings ♦
Astor Oliver Perona , 35, half-brother, Phalanx founder
Astrid Isobel Perona , 16, little sister, certified pain in the ass
important people ♦ -
hometown ♦ New Orleans, Louisiana
overall history ♦
Ten. It’s the number of times you’ve thought about running away and starting your own life, far away from New Orleans, far enough away that nobody knows the name “Perona”, far enough away that not even Carver would be able to find you. It’s also the number of times that you’ve realized that running away would be useless. Your brother would always be able to find you, and if he couldn’t leave he might sent Carver. Or he might just wait for you to come back. Either way, it would probably kill your sister, and that’s the last thing you want to do.

Nine. You were only nine the first time you lost your temper. You punched at the first thing you could reach, a wall that you had no hope of breaking. Strength that you shouldn’t have meant that you didn’t break your hand, but after that, your father started teaching you how to throw a punch. He told you not to use it on other people, not unless you had to, but you knew even then that you weren’t going to listen. It’s the number of times that you’ve gotten in a fight in the past three months, the number of times you’ve come home either with split knuckles or worse bruises in other places. You don’t talk about any of them. You don’t want to. You especially don’t talk to Astor about them, it’s none of his business, and you’re convinced that he wouldn’t understand regardless. It would be worse if he did.

Eight. You were about eight when your brother opened Phalanx House, You were so young, how could you not look up to him? Especially since your dad talked about him all the time, you could hear the pride in his voice even then, and something about that made you jealous. He was older, he had been through more, but hearing the way your dad talked about him made you want to be just like him. You didn’t know what that meant back then, you still don’t quite know what it means.

Seven. The number of essays you’ve missed or failed in the past year and a half. It's not that you can't do them, it's that... well you haven't done the reading and you definitely don't want to waste your time on an English essay. It's the pairs of shoes that you've gone through since you were a child, wearing each of the pairs until they either became painful or ripped beyond use. You've never been the type of guy to throw anything away just because you didn't want it anymore, it has to be physically impossible for you to use it in order to part with it. It's the number of girls whose hand you've held since you hit puberty, the number of times you kissed your first girlfriend before she dumped you. For a while, that number stuck with you, but you've long since forgotten it now.

Six. The maximum amount of times you can shift in one day without getting sick. Your bones will ache for weeks, after being pushed and pulled in all sorts of different and painful directions, but you won't feel sick to your stomach. That only happens if you push it one or two more times. Six is excessive anyways, and you really have no interest in pushing your body any farther than you already have. The longest number of days that you've stayed away from home, completed last summer at your best friend's house, couch surfing. As much as you love your siblings, sometimes, you just need to get away from the hectic hell that is Phalanx House every now and again. 

Five. The number of times that you've read and re-read A Streetcar Named Desire. You would never admit to anybody that you've always wanted to act on stage, but you're pretty sure that most of the people in your life would think you'd be great at it since you're so dramatic.  Admitting it feels like a betrayal to who you are as a person. 

Four. The number of times you've told Astor that he's not your father when he gets too fond of being an authority figure. It always gets under your skin when he tries to order you around. He may be the owner of Phalanx House, but he's also your big brother, and you're pretty sure that he forgets that sometimes. It's how much you pay every day for your favorite coffee, which you happen to get at the place you work. It's the number of days you work in a week, coming in early in the morning and folding dough. You love your job, you like making something instead of constantly feeling like you're destroying things, and you've definitely used baking as an escape when you're angry. 

Three. The number of times you think that you've actually been in love. One of them was when you were in preschool, before you knew what love really was, and your friend kissed you on the cheek when you were both at the park. The other two were much later, separated by three years. One of them cheated on you, the other left you broken for a long time. The number of essays that you've actually done since you entered more advanced classes, before giving up hope that you would ever be good of them. Instead, you envision everything that you force yourself to read as a play on a stage, it's more fun for you that way, and something that you actually care about. 

Two. The number of siblings you have. You love both of them very much, but you need your space, too, especially Astor. Astrid is your little sister, you would do anything for her, and you would definitely wanna string up anybody who hurts her. You do feel loyalty to Astor, but the relationship gets strained between the age difference and how similar the two of you are. When it comes right down to it, you'd go to bat for either one of them, no matter how shitty you are at showing it. 

One. The number of times you've gotten stuck midway through your transformation. The fear and the pain from that is still imprinted on your brain, and you've been really careful to keep that from happening again. The number of times you've actually participated in your classes this year, a number that you're sure is going to stay the same by the time you get old enough to "graduate". The number of times you've cried over the girl who ripped out your heart, still beating, and stepped on it. She wasn't gifted, just a girl living in the Quarter that you fell hard for. Hard enough that you were thinking about telling her about your special gift. Maybe it was a good thing that you kept that secret for just a little longer. The number of times you've broken your hand because you took out your anger on a brick wall that didn't give, no matter how strong you felt at the time.

the role player

alias ♦ Sara
age ♦ 24
pronouns ♦ She/her/Goddess
code ♦ Admin Edit
other characters ♦ Cora Elaine Marshall , Sophie de la Cruz , Joshua Eliot Holmes , Piper Addison Davies , Mallory Nadine Butler