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Character name: Evan Rosier Age & Birthday: 25 June 17th 1957 Gender & Pronouns: CisMale & He/Him Occupation: Professional Duellist Blood Status: Pureblood Previous House: Slytherin Previous Affiliation: Death Eater Face Claim: Damian Hardung
BIOGRAPHY:
TW: Death, TW: Torture, TW: Murder
Perfection.
It was a word Evan heard a lot from the moment he was born. He was a beautiful baby who grew into a beautiful toddler. His smile brought sighs of delight from his elders and his endless curiosity was only ever endearing. He was clever though, oh so clever. It started with little things, sweet talking the Maid into an extra biscuit with supper or convincing the Nanny he needed to stay up later. His parents weren’t affectionate, far from it, but they recognised talent when they saw it and quickly realised their son was walking gold. So, they taught him with a strictness that boarded on military; how to speak, act and perform as a well-brought up member of the sacred twenty-eight should. As usual, he was perfect.
And yet, smarter than even his parents. When his Hogwarts letter arrived the hat very nearly put him in Ravenclaw, but his ambition shone through the most placing him in Slytherin. He was a perfect pupil, kind and helpful to all his classmates, earning their favour, and was all but impossible to dislike. His parents heard he was even kind to Mudbloods and when confronted with their fury calmly explained those who are not looking for the kill will never see it coming. The only place his true colours shone through was the duelling club. He joined to hone his craft and found that pupils his own age were no challenge. By the end of his third year, he was besting sixth years in matches and Professor Flitwick had taken special interest, giving him private lessons, and furthering his exceptional abilities.
At age sixteen he stood before Lord Voldemort ready to follow in his father’s footsteps and brought his new Lord a gift, a Mudblood he’d carefully cultivated a friendship with for years. He’d not even had to impirius the other boy his persuasion was so great. There, before taking his mark he slaughtered the mudblood with a viciousness that earned the favour of the Dark Lord; once again, perfection. Back at school nothing changed, he was the exalted, a prefect, helping all students equally and afforded the position of Head Boy come his seventh year. In the end he graduated with straight O’s even with an extra subject taken.
Job offers were handed to him on silver platters, but he’d found his calling: Duelling. And Evan had no interest in being one of the best; he would be the best. So, he entered the field of professional duelling and now, eight years later, he’s ranked one of the top duellists in Europe. However, a slight snag to his perfection came with the loss of the Dark Lord and his crusade. In truth, Evan felt a greater attraction to the violence and pain he could indulge through the Dark Lord’s aims rather than to those aims themselves, so the loss of plentiful victims hit him harder. But the Rosier Mansion had a very deep, dark basement and there were plenty of souls no one would miss. To the public, nothing changed; he remained the charming, fair-minded, expert duellist with a new companion at every social outing. Evan was, and would continue to remain, perfect.














