[center][h1][color=c0c0c0]Sirius Elhart Leverant[/color][/h1]

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[quote=Sirius, to his partner][color=c0c0c0][b]“You're either with me or against me. [i]Pick one[/i].”[/b][/color][/quote][/CENTER]
[h3]Personal Dossier[/h3][hr][sub][color=c0c0c0][b]Name[/b][/color][/sub]
[indent]Sirius Elhart Leverant[/indent]
[sub][color=c0c0c0][b]Age[/b][/color][/sub]
[indent]18[/indent]
[sub][color=c0c0c0][b]Gender[/b][/color][/sub]
[indent]Male[/indent]
[sub][color=c0c0c0][b]Origin[/b][/color][/sub]
[indent]Ares[/indent]
[sub][color=c0c0c0][b]Appearance[/b][/color][/sub]
[indent]Standing at 6' 1", Sirius strikes an imposing figure and damned if he'll let anybody [i]ever[/i] forget that. It goes without saying, therefore, that he possesses a carefully cultivated physique to match his stature—his build is lean and sinewy, like that of a finely tuned predator. But his frame is far from the only thing to be intimidated by. Everything about Sirius, by design, is meant to be striking. The sharp, well-defined profile of his face. The pale alabaster of his skin. The wild locks of jet black hair that contrast it so well, messily styled this way and that. His eyes are perhaps among the most prominent of his characteristics; two piercing silver spheres that stare intensely upon the world, reflecting the many hues of his many emotional highs and lows.

Child of privilege that he is, Sirius takes great pains to dress well when outside of his school uniform. His wardrobe is almost exclusively monochromatic in color, consistency of far too many shades of black and grey, just like his own features. Buttons ups, fine trousers, vests and jackets, hats and scarves. One could certainly poke fun at the effort he puts into looking good, in spite of his own macho tendencies. Such mockery matters not to him. All that matters is achieving his goal: never be forgotten. [/indent]
[sub][color=c0c0c0][b]Personality[/b][/color][/sub]
[indent]Many words can be used to describe the tempest that is Sirius. Fiery, domineering, tumultuous, possessive, [i]driven[/i]. He is incredibly competitive, aggressive in his pursuit of his goals, voracious for the praise and admiration of those around him, and more than willing to crush any and all who he deems obstacles. Wildly independent, he bucks under authority, desperate for the ability to control his own destiny yet shackled by his deep-seated need to be validated for all his fight. His world exists starkly in blacks and whites: there are those who are beneath him, and those he has yet to place beneath him, with little room in the middle for equals who hold neither sway over him, or who he holds no sway over. The need to conform to this unhealthy, superiority driven world view leads him to acts of cruelty and excess, but also forms the backbone of his implacable willpower, one of the few positive traits he exhibits with any regularity.[/indent]
[sub][color=c0c0c0][b]Background Information[/b][/color][/sub]
[indent]Sirius is the most recent scion of the Leverant family, whose name may yet remain middling to the greater Confederacy, but looms tall in the history of his clannish home-world, Ares. Descended from the first jingoistic leadership of their nascent world, the House of Leverant rules among six other aristocratic families on the aptly named Council of Seven, the hereditary government which has led its populace to prosperity and strength across its nearly four hundred year history. Established by exiled officers after a failed coup on their homeworld of Mars, Ares held fast to a hawkish military tradition long before its first colonists realized the mineral wealth its surface possessed, and the potential for manufacturing such vast resources enabled. 

It was these things—the staunch militarism of its populace, and its capacity to arm that populace—that made Ares an essential bulwark against the Ascendancy during the war some forty years ago. The men of Ares held an ever-shrinking line against the swarms of Ascendancy ICWs until the Valkyrie Program brought an armistice to the wartorn Confederacy. Men like Sirius' grandfather, now among the Confederacy's Admiralty for his hard-fought contributions to the war effort. Men whose legacies have molded Sirius since the day he was born. 

As the youngest son of the current head, expectations of greatness and the dutiful acceptance of those expectations were to be second nature for him. Just as they were for his brothers, father, uncles and grandfathers before him. From his earliest years he was expected to thrive in all which he applied himself to, to struggle and fight and [i]win[/i] for the sake of the family name and the world they represented. It worked, to a point. He learned the dogged resolve necessary to clinch victory from the jaws of defeat, even in the most trivial of competitions or tasks. He learned to assert himself against those he considered adversaries, to make it known his will was the one to be bowed to. He learned a lot of things, but perhaps chief among them, he learned resentment. 

Sirius became something of a black sheep among his family as he grew from boy to teen to man. He came to hate the regimentation of his life, the expectation of deference to the greater good of the line. He lashed out, battled against his father and brothers, alienated himself from them even as he worked himself so hard to match—even exceed—their expectations and deeds. If he wished simultaneously freedom and their approval, he would earn only one upon coming of age: a spot at the prestigious Taiyōtawa Interstellar Piloting Academy set him free of familial machinations on Ares. A thinly veiled exile, ostensibly to pursue his talent as an ICW pilot.[/indent]

[h3]Attributes & Other Information[/h3][hr][sub][color=c0c0c0][b]Coordinator Type[/b][/color][/sub]
[indent]PC[/indent]
[sub][color=c0c0c0][b]Coordination Profile[/b][/color][/sub]
[indent][b]Awareness[/b] | ■■■□□
[b]Composure[/b] | ■□□□□
[b]Endurance[/b] | ■■■■■
[b]Instinct[/b] | ■■■■■
[b]Intellect[/b] | ■□□□□
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