Sirius

F A I L U R E: I didn't even place and because of his very singular background/history/design I can't really use him anywhere else.

This is Sirus, my Red Code Agent for . He's a contest entry!


Name: Sirius
Age: 24
Sex: Male
Object: Scarecrow
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Current status (marital/dating): Single
Height: 6’2”
Weight: 175 lbs.
Weapon: He sometimes carries a sickle for battle.

Ability:

Illusions of Fear – Sirius can make it seem as if he can deform his body to take on terrifying shapes. However, these are only illusions and affect some people differently. He can only use his body and the illusions cannot harm the victim (IE – If his ribs seemed to fly out of his chest and stab you in the face, it wouldn’t hurt you, but it would look as if you were gravely injured). He cannot create limbs or other features that humans have. (IE – He can only contort his frame and tear things like limbs and skin off of his frame. He cannot add extra limbs, eyes, horns, wings etc. to his figure).

Creation:

Once upon a time, a woman was driving though the country side when she happened upon a peculiar site. A scarecrow stood in a field, being attacked by birds, quite the opposite of what one would expect. She watched as he was picked apart, torn and mangled. Feeling a sort of sympathy with the thing, she scared off the birds and examined the poor scarecrow. His face was torn, stuffing poured from it like blood would pour from a wound. His shirt was tattered and dirty and his straw hair was thin and missing in patches. She smiled and retrieved some items from her car to repair him, including a red silk shirt. She lovingly stuffed his head full, sewed up his broken face and gathered some more straw for his hair.
She admired her work and left the poor scarecrow , now renewed and looking almost handsome. Her work had left her tired and it was getting dark, so she backtracked down the road to stay in a hotel for the night. When she set out in the morning, she remembered the scarecrow from the night before and reminded herself to keep an eye out for him as she passed him, to check on how he was holding up against the crows. When she passed the spot where she had seen him, nothing was there. Curious to if he had fallen over, she pulled her car over and walked into the field. When she reached the spot where her scarecrow once stood, she looked down to see a small boy in a red silk shirt, sleeping in the grass with hair the color of straw…


Personality:

Sirius is a very calm and quiet persona. Generally he keeps very still and poised in the face of almost any situation, rarely giving more than a small “hm” to acknowledge that he is listening, which he does often, while holding a hand to his chin. His reactions are usually subdued, unless someone is praising him, then he’ll end up on a tangent about his accomplishments and why the praise was deserved. He carries himself with an air of confidence, as seen in his long strides and good posture, often wearing a mirthless grin matched with a high, haughty laugh. His voice is soft and quiet, although it can cut like a knife, as his tongue is a double edged sword of sarcasm and cunning. Some say it’ a cover up for a softer Sirius inside, because he is often heard humming when he is alone.
He never lets his emotions get the best of him and is very patient. However, despite his high intelligence and cunning, he is also never one to resort to logic. He simply lives his life with a ‘whatever happens, happens’ attitude. He does not handle stress well and will sometimes remove himself from a situation to escape having to cope with difficult circumstances. He likes to keep his refined façade clean and, therefore, never results to cursing. He finds it ill-fitting of his nature. He sometimes comes off as submissive because of his lack of emotions and retorts, but that only extends to the public...
He doesn’t like getting too close to people, as he is generally pretty shy and quiet in nature, but he is fond of sex. His fetish? Exposed collar bones or hip bones. His only requirements? Don’t get too personal and DO NOT by any means try to dominate him. In bed he is dominant and to-the-point, rarely messing around with things like foreplay and protection. He does, however, like pain, be it in bed or otherwise. Pain makes him feel alive and reminds him that he is ‘human’. When he is done, he leaves, keeping quietly to himself. However, he never seems to return to his room. When he sleeps, nobody knows. He always seems to be lazing about somewhere or another. Some think that he may be an insomniac.
At the bar he is generally polite but it never extends past customer service. He does not like to engage in small talk or make friends. He is quick to judge others, labeling them as ‘like’ or ‘dislike’ within a short conversation. The only person he seems to respect is Lady Red Code. His ambition is to be her favorite, to be her right hand man. He treats her like royalty, bowing low when she enters the room and kneeling or bowing slightly when she speaks to him. He devotes himself unquestioningly to her and follows her orders exactly. In fact, he will never kill unless specifically asked to by his Mother. He will often maim or seriously injure his targets to give them a warning rather than kill them instantly. He devotes himself this way because he is eternally grateful to her for granting him the gift of life.

RANDOM TRIVIA:

-He HATES dirty glasses or counter-tops and is most often seen cleaning them until they sparkle.
-Secretly wants to wear a dress.
-Hates that is power is “useless” as some people are not afraid of him.
-He is completely enamored by the idea of fear and finds frightening people amusing.
-His only fear is birds, of which he is so afraid that he will hide if he hears geese.
-Love the outdoors.
-Loves the rain.
-He kept his support stick from his scarecrow days and it is mounted in his room.
-His favorite color is cornflower blue, like the sky on a cloudless day.
-He always dresses like a bartender, even when he isn’t working. He loves silk and ties.
-He loves making and drinking girly mixed drinks.
-Loves cats and has a main coon named Cassius.
-Does not want to grow old, in fact, he dreads it.
-Hates children and does not want any of his own.
-He was inspired by the song “Scarecrow” by My Chemical Romance.