Sirius Rowan

Sirius Rowan is a male survivor played by Jaspers. He was accepted on January 19th, 2017 and is currently alive and active on the server.

Description
With a well-maintained cut of soft black hair, Sirius prefers more formal outfits over the average sweatshirts or shorts his fellow students deign to wear, as a badge of his status and wealth if nothing else-- though honestly, even if it wasn't some sneaky, smarmy way of making it clear he's better than you, he'd likely wear his fine, designer outfits simply because he likes the sight of them. Aside from his fine grooming, the sharp cut of his teeth, and his piercing green eyes, the most notable thing about the little brat is that he is, in fact, little. Five feet tall, to be exact.

Disposition
Sirius has chosen to turn his stinging seventeen-year-old ire onto West Point, meeting next to everyone that dares to cross his path with snark, taunting and cruelness typically utilized only by cats-- worse, he's hardly grown humble in the face of his family's wealth and influence, lining his every ounce of dialogue with the underlying sense that he's as conceited as conceited comes. Despite this, he's fiercely passionate and loyal about those he considers close, and a warmer, compassionate side comes to light when he's put in a room with company he considers adequate... or dogs. Did I mention he likes dogs yet?

Biography
Smug, confident, and prideful to a fault; Sirius Rowan is a bitter little pill to swallow and you should hope you're never sick enough to have to take it. Standing at a short five feet tall, he prides himself in his ability to still seem bigger than you regardless of height; belonging to a strong, wealthy blood-line and a future position atop the Rowan business conglomerate helps with this in no short measure. Though his relationship with his father is estranged at best, given the nigh-perpetual business trips in the name of their economic empire, Sirius lives happily beneath the care of his mother dash city counsel member, Marlene Rowan, and the weight of his own wallet.

... Though, the town doesn't do very well to accommodate him. He likes being in touch with nature, don't get him wrong, as does his mother-- there's nothing he finds more refreshing than the little hikes he'd take with her during the summer, and watching the golden brown leaves flutter about on a crisp breeze in fall is nothing short of magical. A little purple, but magical nevertheless. He just wishes he could have his cake and eat it to; he just wishes he could enjoy the good of a backwoods little country town without having to deal with all of the /bad/, too. His lip is quick to curl in the face of the uneducated mass of Kentucky's population, and anywhere that forestry /doesn't/ touch-- that is to say, trailer homes and beaten down half-houses-- is quick to earn his ire. Perhaps that's the reason for his cutting attitude and terrifying reputation in high school; a way to vent his frustrations onto the poor (in more ways than one) and insolent populace of WPCHS.

However, as arrogant and conceited as he doubtlessly appears, he's not without his share of empathy or sincerity; fiercely loyal to those he considers friends, he uses his endless fountain of wealth and influence to impress or improve the lives of the few, few people he honest-to-goodness holds dear, and when money alone isn't enough to remedy the problem, he'll jump to action in the flicker of an instant. He also holds an extreme passion for animals-- yes, he couldn't dream of living without meat, but dogs, cats, foxes, raccoons, deer, horses, and sea lions all get a free pass from his plate, as do just about any critter he's 'met' in person-- sans chickens and fish, that is. Over the course of seventeen years, he's owned one cat, one gerbil, one fox, two weasels, and two dogs, with a wild fox kit by the name of Locke and a trained guard doberman by the name of Red as the latest (and currently only) additions to his little family. His undying knowledge, love and care for animals quickly surpasses any appearances he's maintained or attempted to maintain, and the fastest, easiest way to land the brat in your pocket is through that weakness.

Other things of note would be his fascination with the pagan beliefs upheld by his mother's side of the family, his affinity for crossword puzzles, and his perturbing (Or precious, depending on who you ask) tendency to hit on those uncomfortably older than him. In summation, he's a brat, a bully, and an arrogant, punchable pile of money to those who haven't found a way into his personal circle.