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Evan Rosier; Don't read! I MEAN YOU! *wicked glare*
Topic Started: Sep 21 2009, 08:04 AM (788 Views)
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About You
What should we call you? Really? You still don’t know!? -tear-
What is your gender? Ah, I’m a fair wench!
How can we get in touch with you? By roaring.
How did you know we were here? neoneoneo. (:
Did you read all of the rules? Oui, madame!
Show us a sample post, from any game. A recent one would be nice. Doesn’t have to be the character you’re applying for.
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“It’s been seventeen days,” Harry Potter mused aloud as he watched the sunrise. He was sitting on his porch, speaking to no one in particular. He’d taken to counting the days since Voldemort’s defeat, marking each by the moment when the sun peeked over the horizon. Sure, it meant being awake early, but it wasn’t as if Harry was getting any sleep anyways. He usually caught a nap in the afternoon and maybe a few hours in the late evening, but the young man hadn’t slept a full night since staying with Bill and Fleur at the Shell Cottage. It seemed so long ago… He wasn’t sure how crouching over seemingly impossible plans with an angry goblin could ever seem easy, but somehow Harry missed it.

He yearned for any sort of purpose, any sort of relief from the constant barrage of guilt and sadness. Purpose had always masked pain for Harry; whenever someone had died, Harry soldiered through by focusing on the bigger goal. There was no bigger goal anymore, and the names ran through his head like some sort of twisted film credit: Lily Potter, James Potter, Cedric Diggory, Sirius Black, Albus Dumbledore, Hedwig, Alastor Moody, Ted Tonks, Dobby, Fred Weasley, Remus Lupin, Nymphadora Tonks, Severus Snape… And then there were the innumerable faceless sacrifices, people who’d lost their lives for him. To support him, to back him up. How could he ever live with that knowledge?

How many characters do you currently have on this board? Six. But I’m lagging behind Jormy and Spider, so I have to keep up. =P
Anything else you want to tell us before we begin? In all seriousness, Evan is mostly because I want to try out my bad side. I’m not sure how well it will work, but hey, I had to try! Oh, and I know the history’s a bit… dramatic. xD But it just sort of formed that way in my head. And we all love drama, right? Also took some liberties with untaken characters (Avery mostly), but this can be adjusted if needed.

About Your Character
Basics

Full name: Evan Pomeroy Rosier
Nicknames: The Slytherin girls titter about ‘Rose’, but they’re very careful to cease use of this name whenever Evan is around, so he hasn’t yet picked up on it. His friends simply call him Rosier, while his parents call him by his first name.
Ancestry: He’s pureblood on paper, and that’s what matters.
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Birthday: December 7th, 1959
Sorted into: Slytherin
Who do you follow? His father and, in turn, Voldemort.
Wand: Elm, veela hair, 9 inches even
Personal
by Evan!

Sexuality: Straight. Bring on the women!
Likes:
• The Group - Especially Avery, excluding Amycus (I like Alecto though, and Amycus just kind of comes with the package).
• Sex - Who doesn't?
• Suffering - Not my own, obviously, but that of others (except my friends). Seeing other people suffer makes me feel better about my own fucked up life.
• Inebriating substances - Nothing cheap though.
• Velvet - Again, nothing cheap. And I know how to wear it properly, not like Slughorn.
• Curves - I'm not a tits or an ass man, I like both on a woman. Hourglass.
• Superiority - Chances are, I am richer and smarter and more beautiful than you, with purer blood to boot.
• Soup - It's one of the few foods that doesn't upset my stomach.
• All things refined and glamorous - This should be self-explanitory.
• Hogwarts - Not for the classes or anything like that, but for my friends and the escape from home.
• Girls who take control - It rarely happens, but when it does it's so sexy.
• Quidditch - I'm an awesome Keeper.
• The Beach - Sand, sea, bikinis. What more could you want?
• Being a Slytherin - I swear, if I was sorted into any other house I'd have walked right out of the Great Hall.
• Mother and Father - Right. Because they're my parents, and, uh, very important to me.

Dislikes:
• Most people - If you aren't my friend and you aren't pureblood, odds are I don't like you.
• Love - I like sex and I like touching, but what's the point of love? Giving someone the power to hurt you?
• Relationships - Goes hand in hand with above. I'll stick to my one night stands, thanks.
• Fatty foods - They're the worst for my stomach.
• Dumbledore - If you have any sense, you don't like him either.


• Mudbloods - Pathetic.
• Blood Traitors - Doubly pathetic. Especially one Sirius Black; he could've had everything.


Strengths:

Weaknesses:

Goals:

Fears:

Tics, Quirks & Habits:

Pet Peeves:
• Girls who don't put any effort into their appearance - Sure, you may not be graced with natural beauty, but any girl can look hot if she puts enough work in.
• People who say I copied Sirius' hair - I didn't. Why would I fucking want to, anyways? He looks like a girl from behind.

Favorite sounds and smells:

Have you ever met a boggart? What does it look like? Only once, when I was ten. It turned into Bellatrix Black. But that was a long time ago, I'm sure it would change into something else now.

Can you cast Patronus? What does it look like? What memory do you use? Much to my annoyance, I cannot yet cast a Patronus. The memory I use when attempting to cast this charm is of my very first grown up party, aged eleven, when I got to wear my first dress robes and Mum said how handsome I looked.

What is the worst memory Dementors bring forward? I know it's girly and embarrassing, but my worst memory is when my Nanny was sent away when I was eight. I was just a sensitive little kid, so it really really hurt. I was far closer to her than either of my parents and one day she was just gone, never to be seen again. It was awful, I swear I must have moped for a year. Plus, she was absolutely smokin' hot!

If you were to find the Mirror of Erised, what would you see? My parents, smiling and laughing and hugging me, telling me how proud they are. Like that'll ever happen.

Tell me a couple secrets about yourself: I'm not very happy. People just don't get that. Well, except Avery. He's kind of in a similar boat. Anyways, yeah, people just assume I must be happy. I have everything, how could I not be? But on the flip side, I wouldn't trade my wealth and status to be poor and happy. In my older years I can strive to achieve happiness, but you can't spontaneously create generations and generations of wealth and pure blood.

Also, I didn't actually have sex with the 29-year old Italian model. It made for one helluva story though.

Personality:

Looks
by Gem!

Distinguishing Features: Things you could be identified by after you’re dead.

Not-so-distinguishing features: Deep voice? Peculiar walk?

Appearance: Evan is tall, about 5’11, with a lean, muscular frame. Looking at him fully clothed you wouldn’t guess at the six-pack or gently rippling chest beneath his robes. His muscle tone, painstakingly achieved through hard Quidditch practices and lifting weights, is unmarred by excessive fat, thanks to his sensitive stomach that sends him running to the bathroom at the slightest cause. This annoyance aside, Evan is quite satisfied with his body. He's had excellent reports.

His face is quite as attractive as his body (though not nearly as beautiful as the Black boys, as his mother persistently reminds him). Evan has hard, angular features, with prominent cheekbones. This gives him an air of elegance, which –when he gives you that smoldering look- can be inexplicably alluring. He looks just like his father, only his face is less rounded with years of overindulgence. Evan's lips are wide and thin, with perfect teeth hiding behind them. His eyes are also quite wide and very dark, with near-black eyebrows sitting on top. His dark wavy hair hits about an inch above his shoulders. Long enough for a girl to run her hands through, but not part of this ridiculous long-hair trend. Evan loves his hair; he fancies it his best feature.

Evan always wears robes. It's just what good purebloods do. He has a massive collection of expensive robes in his closet at home, which he desperately wishes he could wear to classes instead of those common ones everybody wears. Underneath his school robes he usually wears jeans and a dress shirt, though on a few lazy mornings he skips the jeans and just wears his boxers. No one knows about that though (except Marina Archibald, but that's another story); it's very uncouth of him and Even really doesn't want to get that sort of reputation. It's all about reputation for Evan, and this shines through in his dress and comportment. Understated, elegant, expensive.

Place of Birth: Paris, France

Immediate family: Carter Rosier, Father. Emilie Rosier (nee Nott), Mother.

Extended family: He's a part of the very intertwined pureblood family tree, making him distantly related to countless other purebloods. His father has no siblings. His mother has two brothers and a sister. Evan is on polite terms with all of his aunts and uncles, but isn't especially close to anyone. He's more friendly with his cousins, though, again, no one in particular. Whoever is at the party will do.

Other important people: Though Evan is part of the Slytherin posse, with Shingleton and Mucliber and them, Avery is his best friend. Evan is one of the leaders of the group; he's a bit brighter and more scheming than most of the others.

Pets: A tabby cat named Tabs (original, eh?). Though Evan says he just has him to pick up girls, he's secretly quite fond of the little guy.

History: To fully understand Evan Rosier, you must go back many years before his birth. The Rosiers were an incredibly powerful wizarding family in France, with all the riches and luxuries that went with it. Evan’s father, Carter, had a taste for this fast life, spending his leisure time drinking and hooking up with girls. Though he was quite content in this lifestyle, Carter was bethrothed to a young lady from another influential family. As much as he tried to fight it, eventually he was forced down the aisle. So Emilie Nott became Emilie Rosier. She was pretty and willing, but one woman could only satisfy Carter for so long. The couple came to a silent agreement that he would spend his nights in the various brothels of Paris (all carefully disguised of course – he was a Rosier!), and she could shop and throw parties and live the high life. This worked for many years, until questions arose.

It was common knowledge among the family that Carter cheated, but it was also known that he and Emilie were still sleeping together. Then where were the heirs? Carter was an only child; he needed a son to carry on the name. They went to top Healers, from New York to London to even Delhi, but nothing! Everyone was baffled. And still, Carter cheated. Along with his nights with prostitutes, he also had a mistress, and a muggle at that! Muggles had always been Carter’s dirty little pleasure; they were so forbidden. Plus, he loved the compliments they bestowed upon him as he used the odd bit of magic. Just small things, nothing the Ministry would care about, and yet it provided him so much pleasure. Hearing a sexy young blonde moan ‘How do you last so long?’ into his ear was very rewarding. Hearing her whisper she was pregnant was definitely less so. When Carter found this out, it was as if a bunch of pieces fell into place. His father became terribly ill, with only a few months to live. He was so angry at his lack of heir that he cut his son from his will and left all his money to distant relatives. Then one of the Healers found what was wrong with Emilie and, though it posed no risk to her health, she would never conceive.

Emilie was wracked with guilt, she had failed her only wifely duty, and she begged for Carter’s forgiveness. And so, when he proposed a solution to all their problems, she jumped on board. It was terrible, dishonest, underhanded. And yet… it would make things so much easier. A day later the mistress moved in. Carter all but locked her away, all the while charming a growing belly on Emilie. His parents were impossibly thrilled. His place in the family was restored, as was his place in his father's will. His father could die happy. And it was too easy. A few altered memories on the part of the girl’s family and the Healer, and no one would be the wiser. Evan was born seven months later. Thank God it was a boy.

A week to the day after his birth, a body was found floating in the Seine. Police were baffled; there was no evidence of drowning, of any cause of death… But orders from the very top put the case at low priority, and so the young girl was quickly forgotten.

Evan grew up cared for and privileged, no idea of his true parentage. He was the spitting image of his father, and people even commented that he ‘had his mother’s ears’. Carter and Emilie tucked their secret aside, her growing more vacant and passive with every passing year, him growing more loud and brazen. Though he had everything he could need, Evan was an unhappy child. His mother never doted on him as mother's should, and his father was always absent. He just didn't understand why his parents didn't love him like they did in his storybooks. His nanny was very sweet, but she had to leave when he was eight, and that was heartbreaking for Evan. She was like his mother for many years. His childhood was mostly spent reading and playing alone, unsure of how to get his parents' attention.

As he entered his Hogwarts years, he tried his best to emulate his father. He parroted vulgar remarks and entertained the boys with stories of stealing drink and girls. They were all enthralled by him, this eleven-year old casanova, and Evan liked that feeling. The attention of his friends was merely a cheap imitation, a bottom of the rack substitute for those golden words 'I'm proud of you, son!' but Evan settled for what he could. As Evan aged, his insecurity began to transform into a harsh bubble of anger and resentment. While he wasn't sure he liked this edge, it certainly made it easier to fit in with Bellatrix and the Lestranges and that lot. Meanwhile, his father continued to frequent the brothels and bars, even buying Evan a prostitute for his fifteenth birthday. Little did his father know, Evan had already passed that milestone on his own. Carter let Evan do as he pleased, and, in return, Evan was out of the way. Away, gone, partying, something, anything. Home was not a pleasant atmosphere for any of them, and so they each had their own escape. Emilie’s was the designer stores, Carter’s was a hot piece of ass, and Evan’s was Hogwarts or a bottle of firewhiskey.

It wasn’t all bad though. They were part of an elite group; they were insiders. They were part of the Dark Lord’s inner circle, elevated by Carter’s long standing "friendship"* with the Lord himself. They could do as they pleased (provided what they pleased doing was not a muggle), when they pleased, and were invited to all the best parties with the best families. The Rosiers never went without. What they lacked in tenderness, they made up for in glamour, prestige, and an unapologetic sense of entitlement.


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Edited by Gem, Sep 22 2009, 01:01 AM.
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