pride was fed to him from a silver spoon and now that he’s grown up, he’s grabbed the spoon and fed his ego some more. casworan 'cas' rowle. eighteen. a charitable, kind young man. death eater. quidditch enthusiast. wine connoisseur.
where: the rowle mansion, home to their grandparents, in wales
when: christmas eve, 7:43 pm
who: @casworan + @iphgenias
“You’d think it might take a little longer for them to start on the Grindelwald debate again,” Lo murmured, settling in on the antique settee alongside her younger cousin as she watched the adults (well, the older generation —- meaning older than Wes, so their entire cohort of cousins). Taking a sip from her glass of wine, she added, “It’s not even 8pm and I think someone’s on the verge of making a list ranking the Dark wizards of the last three centuries—what’s the bet they’ll Floo in Octavian to chime in again?”
Casworan had the uttermost respect for his family, truly --- but Merlin, could they be dull. “I think their brains are stuck on a loop, Lo. I’m really quite worried for them.” He looked grave for a moment before rolling his eyes and taking a sip from his own glass. “What is this, one of those clickbait muggle articles? Here’s a top ten no one asked for.” He snorted, head shaking. “I’m sure they’ll ask for his help --- they won’t be able to come to a conclusion on their own, I’m sure.” Cas took another sip from his glass. “At least they know what wine to buy --- this one is exquisite.”
There were no words for how quickly Rory’s scowl grew ugly, and pronounced. She couldn’t be sure he knew her—again, how many fucking elitist languid assholes were there in the world?—but he was saying things that would hit, that would hurt, and the reminder of her father, of Minerva and Kingsley and Harry, well, it had fury coursing through her bloodstream. “You—” she began furiously, and then her cheek was stinging, stinging furiously, and she realised she was bleeding, that even if she’d knocked him down, he’d taken her emotions and used them to his advantage. Fuck this guy. In a second, she’d eyed the distance between them, clocked it, and darted forward, shoving her elbow into his stomach, saying, “Keep telling yourself that, babes,” and dancing her way out of his space as quickly as she could —- most of these pureblood assholes ( Mads’ face flashed into her head for a moment as the exception ) were fucking useless physically, but she didn’t want to give him the chance —- and if he was quicker, well, she didn’t want to make herself a bigger target than she needed to be for him to cast at next.
He watched her face, studied it, drank every change of expression. The stream of blood sliding over cheek was just the cherry on top, thought Casworan, and he grinned, satisfied already. There was something satisfying about physical violence, sure, but finding people’s sore spots, enraging them with mere words ... it was better, plain and simple. Especially with people like Aurora Black --- sentimental, emotional beings, who wore their emotions on their sleeve, not out of choice but because they didn’t have any choice. He looked at her rage and saw weakness. And then she was moving, and he was doubling over at the impact of an elbow in his stomach. He spit in Aurora’s direction, straightening his back. “Fighting like a dirty muggle now, Black? Just like your good-for-nothing father, it seems,” he began, wand twirling between his fingers, “Not appreciating the ancient blood in your veins.” Cas took another deep breath, turning to Aurora, blasting three more severing charms in her direction. “And since you don’t appreciate it ... you won’t mind bleeding a little, will you?”
Caleb focused carefully on the smoke perched behind his ear, plucking it gently between his index and middle fingers and placing it to his mouth. Glass shards skittered like hailstones around his feet as the windows exploded from the heat, the light of the fire set them glittering while he retrieved his wand from its holster. He muttered a small lighting charm, a tiny flame springing to life as he took a deep inhale, the perks of evading a full mask.
The crowing of his boys filled the air amongst the screams. He was a fixed point amidst the chaos, Mads’ ever unpredictable wand hurling a characteristically massive and careening ball of flame after Wren’s, a whip of it curling then from Cas.
Letting air replace the smoke in his lungs and filling his mouth from his hip flask he stepped forward, closer and closer still till he felt the heat become unbearable. He raised his wand and a huge cloud of flame poured upward from his mouth as the alcohol sprayed through the spell he’d readied, one ridiculous striped arm catching as the fire engulfed it.
“Waste of a good vintage, really.” He drawled as loudly as he could manage, taking long strides backward into formation.
“Oy—hope you brought enough to share,” Wren motioned to Caleb and his flask, laughing in delight at the excessive nature of his friends’ attacks. He twirled his hand between his fingers, eyes narrowing at a figure approaching Mads from behind. He shot off a quick bone breaking hex, watching the attacker drop to the ground with satisfaction, “Interrupting our fun—some people have no fucking manners, do they?”
The exterior of the shop was now almost fully ablaze, and Wren figured it’d only be a matter of time before whatever explosives were in the shop helped them finish the job. Still—–his wand arced downward and a powerful blasting hex was sent towards the shop, impacting with the large, Weasley-esque figure that graced the ahead above the entrance. A loud crack sounded as the head split from the—quite frankly, gaudy—-puppet’s body, and people underfoot scurried to get out of the way as it crashed to the street in front of the shop. Wren looked on, bemused, at one unhappy wix whose leg appeared to be pinned under the head.
“Well really—-that’s just shit luck, isn’t it?”
It was like being back at Hogwarts again─ camaraderie and feeling invincible in those few moments of chaos after a brawl. Sweat rolled down his temple and felt like blood; he blinked and saw the Quidditch stands, but they were gone in an instant.
Crack. Was that spell or the bones of the crumpled figure behind him? Mads looked between them, shoving them back with his foot and performing a quick restraining spell sans wand. “Cheers,” he replied, scanning their periphery for any other attackers. Nearly forgot that people with hero complexes exist.
He tilted his head, following the massive weasel head’s trajectory, and didn’t blink when it pinned someone. He looked around again, taking the opportunity to ward off any incoming threats though many seemed to be fleeing.
“Why’re they all running?” Mads whined, pocketing his wand when it shot off a glitter bomb instead of the knee-removal he’d intended.
The combination of both the thrill the fire brought as well as the smell of Caleb’s cigarettes, made Cas take a short break, shaking a stick out of his own pack and lighting it with his wand. With a muttered spell, he let the small flame flicker and grow into a bigger one, aiming it at the fallen puppet’s head with a grin.
He wished it was a real Weasley that was on fire, not just a hideous statue of one.
“I think it’s more fun when they run,” he noted, the fire in his back, wand aimed at whichever heroes thought they’d be able to stop them. ( And even if they would --- the damage was already done. It’d been laughably easy --- they had almost been asking for it. )
A hex or three were sent at the more daring people in the crowd, and then a big blast towards a group of huddled people. And then --- a whizz, a crash, a boom. Cas turned on his heel, cloak whipping at his ankles, and watched the first bit of firework explode into more clashing colours. And like a child on Christmas day, he let out a roar of excitement.
where: diagon alley
when: january 5th, 2024
who: @lionhcart
💢 for your muse to send a hex at mine
Cas looked at the fire with a hungry grin on his face. This was just the beginning of it all, just the start of a whole line of chaos left in his and the rest of their wake. His moment of admiring their handiwork was rudely interrupted by the sound of someone throwing a hex and Cas ducked, watched a yet of red light disappear among flames and turned on his heel, eyes falling on -- well, of bloody fucking course -- Leo Black. “That’s not very nice, Black --- didn’t daddy teach you better manners?” he questioned, washing the surprised expression from his face and tightening his grip on his wand and returning the favour with a flick of his wand. “Expulso!”
where: diagon alley
when: january 5th 2024
who: @casworan
“in the end, good always wins.” ( sarcastic / mocking! )
Anger flared up inside her at the way those words were thrown at her —- which seemed familiar, but was hardly surprising, given how many fucking languid elitist assholes she’d gone to school with. “Yeah? Keep that in mind,” she said, throwing him a scowl as well as a non-verbal spell: Everte Statum! “I’ll remind you that you predicted it when you fucking lose.”
Cas was -- literally -- thrown off his feet when Aurora’s ( he refused to call her Rory, even in his mind ) spell hit him and he told himself he’d let her win this one so her confidence would grow and the blow of losing would be even harder. He got to his feet, shook dust from his shoulders and chuckled. “Haven’t you already lost? With so much death on your side...” He shook his head, tutted his lips, stepped closer and muttered a, “Diffindo,” under his breath, wand aimed at Aurora’s face. “There’s no winning any more, babes, when you’ve already lost so much.”
when: january 5th, 2024; 10:31am
where: diagon alley
who: the lads! @spltlippd @calebfigg @casworan
The scene devolved quickly into madness; cries and confusion filling the air, and Wren gave a sideways grin to his friends as they spelled their way to their goal. The extended Weasley and Potter families were the most obvious targets, and Wren wouldn’t begrudge his peers who went after them, wands blazing; but his father always said there was more than one way to skin a Kneazle, and there were other ways to wound the Order—particularly, strike at their morale.
And if Wren got to blast that ghastly storefront off the face of the earth while he was at it, all the better.
“Time to put on a show, yeah?” He called to the masked figures standing with him, wand raised. Fire erupted from the tip, coiling in the air as it gathered strength and mass before hurtling through the air to its target—-the front windows of Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes shattering upon impact, flames licking at the frames and quickly climbing as a new wave of startled screams rang out.
Elation. That’s what he was feeling, wasn’t it? The same giddiness he’d felt at the punchline of his father’s favorite joke─ how is a niffler like a Sunday roast?─ as dozens of the thieving beasts poured from smoking dams. Bubbles rising to the surface of his skin, scratching to escape. Forgetting to breath. Yeah, that.
It was a bit of the same thing. How is a niffler like a Sunday roast? How is a niffler like a weasel?
You smoke them.
“ Reckon they’ve got the blue fireworks that look like a coiled occamy? ” Mads hummed at his companions. The wind was in his veins, tugging towards his wand. It hesitated and he wondered, for a moment, if it’d do a perfect impersonation of a hose to spite him.
A single massive ball of fire spat out the tip and hurled itself towards the storefront.
“ My bad! ” he called cheerfully to the people his fireball hit on its journey. One of them was well on fire.
Cas imagined -- for a short moment -- the reactions those wretched Weasleys when they saw their pride & joy ablaze. It made him almost happier than the sight of the first bursts of fire licking at the store. He would pay good money to see them weep and rage and look at the charcoal remains of this ... well, he barely wanted to call it a store.
He twirled his wand between his fingers before letting a rope-like string of fire leave the tip of it, hitting the upper store windows, licking at the orange and purple and he laughed an almost giddy laugh and wondered out loud, “Who decided on this horrific colour scheme?” before aiming once again, now through the broken windows.
Head turned to Mads for a second, considering his words. “It’s exactly what a day like this needs --- a wonderful firework show at the end of it all. We’re giving the people what they want!”
❝ pride was fed to him from a silver spoon and now that he’s grown up, he’s grabbed the spoon and fed his ego some more. ❞ THOMAS HAYES? No, that’s actually CASWORAN ROWLE. Only EIGHTEEN years old, this SLYTHERIN alumni works as a PHILANTHROPIST and is sided with THE DEATH EATERS. HE identifies as A CIS MAN and is a PUREBLOOD who is known to be SNOBBISH, ENTITLED, and CRUEL but also DISCIPLINED, METICULOUS and CHARISMATIC.
LINKS: stats, pinboard, playlist.
CHARACTER PARALLELS: schmidt (new girl), henry winter (the secret history), alistair ryle (the riot club), chad radwell (scream queens), chad charming (descendants) --- (how are two of these named chad wtf)
HELLO uh just a heads up that i donut condone any of the behaviour this shithole throws into the world. yikes! also there’s some triggers in here for abuse and terminal illness, but they will be marked <3
history
let’s get one thing straight --- emrick rowle and hemera rosier did not love each other when they married each other and they knew about it. they both agreed that their marriage was a good choice, a smart move, that it would benefit both and --- well, they both had ambition streaming through their veins, so the choice was made easily. they married, for political reasons, for money, but absolutely not for love.
casworan was born a year into their marriage and was the perfect son. he wasn’t given a welsh name like so many rowles before him had, but a cornish one, celebrating hemera’s mother’s cornish ancestry.
casworan means one who is powerful in battle, which emrick liked. he wanted a soldier, a pawn, a piece in his great chess match that was the world.
cas is a cousin to genie, wes and lo, and also to seren on his mother’s side.
and casworan’s parents might not love each other, they did love him. his mother’s love was doting and smothering, but genuine and unconditional. his father’s was conditional, and based on expectations and constantly changing from hot to cold. emrick raised casworan to the perfect heir, the perfect son, the perfect pawn.
emrick rowle is a strategist, but also a coward. he uses his money and influence to pull strings behind the scenes, but is never the one to publicly call the shots. casworan is his son, but he’s also ... another piece in the game. he’s the person who’ll pick up where he left off, and emrick won’t leave everything to someone he does not trust and respect.
hemera is evan rosier’s daughter, by the way, and by no means a sweetheart, but a better parent. compared to emrick, the standard is quite low but still --- she is a better parent, and casworan is a complete momma’s boy.
so casworan grows up --- spoiled dirty and loved by both parents. he learns languages (french and kernowek from his mother, latin and english grammar and such from a tutor), learns to play the violin, learns about his family’s history and legacy and how it intertwines with the rest of the history of the wizarding world, learns about blood purity and how one day he and his parents will rise above all the unworthy members of their society. he takes it all up and questions nothing, both because he has no reason to, and because his parents are convincing.
abuse tw (verbal and physical) // that’s not to say life was perfect. there was always a certain coldness at home. the lack of love between cas’ parents was clear to him from a young age, and it’s quite a strange thing, when your parents don’t seem to love each other but dont have any issue with it. there was no room for failure at home, no room for toeing the line. his father’s words could go from praising and prideful to harsh and cruel in seconds, his hands hard and unforgiving. casworan learned to keep his back straight and work harder and to swallow whatever anger he felt. he listened to every word that came from his father’s lips and took them in as truth and never questioned the way things were. end of tw
casworan went to hogwarts at age eleven ( he’d seen the castle before, of course --- he’d visited hogsmeade plenty of times before with his mother ) and was sorted into slytherin there. it was an easy sorting --- there were not many non-slytherin qualities the hat saw, besides maybe a sense of loyalty and a hunger for learning but cas’ cunning, shrewdness and ambition outweighed everything.
hogwarts came easy to casworan. he was a good learner and knew plenty of people from his life before school -- people who ran in the same circles. to branch out wasn’t something he felt he needed to do, with a few exception here or there ( for either particularly skilled people or other purebloods he didn’t know yet ). casworan likes learning, values his education and was, well, a nerd. a hardworking student. was in a few clubs too, i’m sure --- i will get back on that when i have it figured out for plotting purposes!
terminal illness tw // in casworan’s third year, his mother fell ill. it was a genetic disease, an incurable one, one that soon left her weakened and bedbound and tired. his father’s response wasn’t to stick to her side --- they didn’t love each other after all, and in all honesty, hemera didn’t want him on her side either --- but to flee in stead. his involvement in shady dealings grew and he retreated to the city more and more for work. casworan ... well, didn’t respond very well.
abuse tw // he raged. he cried and raged and kicked against his father’s shins and demanded that he solved this because, well, the world had always given casworan exactly what he wanted, and when he got something he absolutely did not want, the one person he could blame was his father. he acted like a child because he was one, and his mother was going to die, and his father broke the news in such a cold way that he couldn’t help but rage. his tantrum was met with cold eyes and the same cruelty cas had felt before.
this was when a seed of hate for his father started to grow, something he’d never even dared to feel before. it’s still growing to this day. end of abuse tw //
a family friend moved in to help his mother, and they got a second house elf and life changed, thigns shifted. casworan learned what it was to feel out of control and well, he didn’t like it one bit. he’s entitled and spoiled and used to getting everything he wants and this situation is something he has absolutely no say in and it drives him mad. rather than give him some perspective, it just makes him act more entitled and controlling in the rest of his life. end of terminal illness tw //
so cas makes his way through hogwarts, acting like an entitled twat, hanging with his lads, having a laff here and there and earning a whole lot of NEWTs. he had no qualms sharing his world views or sharing his entitled nature, here and there showing a more violent and cruel streak. casworan is a bully, an elitist prick, someone who looks down on most people.
when the war breaks out, well --- he’s quick to sign up. he believes in the cause, of course, and there’s no other option, really. he’s been prepped for this life. this is what he was made to do. he doesn’t even consider not joining. and so he joins and feels pride and power and a thirst to proof everyone around him that he’s the motherfucking shit. what an IDIOT.
besides his death eater life, cas is mostly focused on maintaining his image. like his father, he works hard on things like charity and philanthropy, so his name appears in the newspaper linked with good news almost exclusively. he’s picky, of course, about the causes he works for ----- things related to education, he genuinely works for, but there’s also some questionable things he donates to.
and then besides that, cas is mostly focused on enjoying life. getting drunk or high out of his mind, fucking shit up with the lads, having a good old time because guess what? the world is his to own and ruin, and he won’t stop at nothing. he’s entitled and obnoxious, but he always pays and tips well and sees absolutely no issues with his behaviour. he can’t wait for the world to become even more his as the war progresses.
personality & tidbits
...... an asshole.
no literally he’s such an asshole. he’s so fucking used to the world catering to his ugly needs and getting everything he wants and he’s so entitled and such an ASSHOLE.
someone please punch him
anyway --- he likes Extra things. velvet and silk and rich fabrics and leather shoes and accessories with snake themes and polo shirts and ... he dresses like a frat boy, but then mixed with wizarding fashion
ugly.
pretentious and snobbish to a fault. wants nothing but the best and is used to the best. would often complain about the house elves and their quality of food at hogwarts, because his house elves were much better cooks, they had been trained in france after all!!!
kind of hates his name and prefers to go by cas at all times, and i dont blame him
has daddy and mommy issues lmao !!!
capitalist right wing scum, tbh. would have voted trump and brexit and all that shit if he was a real person. I HATE HIM SO MUUUUUCHHHHHHH.
“if youre poor, thats your own fault!”
he is literally the worst person
i hate-write this character its a load of fun
he loves his hair lmao
plays the violin and generally likes classical music? a snob, i told yall. also likes other music, let me figure it out pls thanks
okay let’s talk about some of his better sides because so far all ive done is drag this kid and thats reasonable, but ... he’s got some good things, i guess.
he’s a good friend. like, if you’re his mate, you’re his mate for life (or until you turn your back, which is when he will feel hurt and will hurt u back yike!). he’ll be there for u Big Time. not good at emotional support, but good at sitting with a glass of wine/whiskey and talking/listening. will finance u if u need it (he doesnt like poor ppl but makes an exception for friends i guess?). will punch someone for u.
he ... does really value education? he would just like to see hogwarts change around bc there’s so much unnecessary shit (read: muggleborn students and subjects like muggle studies and divination). but yeah, he rly thinks that learning is important and that u have to ~broaden your mind ( but not too much ofc )
he is pretty family oriented, and rn he’s of course 18 so that’s not a big thing, but he’d be a ... proper dad? i think? he rly wants a big fam eventually
still a dick
good dueller and generally a pretty skilled wizard which is a bummer :/
loves partying and getting drunk out of his mind and then breaking stuff that isnt his, very riot club like
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