Evan Rosier

[perfecterosier]

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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.    

[healingxinxhell]

Bellatrix didn't hold back from rolling her eyes at her dear cousin. He was insufferable at times, that she would admit freely. "One should not experiment at functions like this. Unless you do wish to look a fool, dear cousin." A smirk on her lips.

"Are you calling me immature, Evan Rosier?" That was a challenge, one he should wisely consider before answering, knowing that it might not end well for the wizard. "I would hate for the night to end so soon for you."

[perfecterosier]

“Moi?” he chuckled, “Of course I experiment, how else does one move fashion forwards? And besides, it’s all the rage in Paris, my dear Countless mentioned it in one of her earlier letters, I’m just getting ahead of the movement, as I were. Besides,” his grin sharpened ever-so-slightly, “When it counts, I am never foolish.”

“Oh I wouldn’t dare,” he said with a breezy gesture, “I would merely point out your act of maturity in not hexing the Groomsman, although I did notice a fine tremble to his frame as he moved to stand with his party,” Evan chuckled slightly, “A most entertaining affair.”  

[pen-kneeling]

Severus had excused himself to speak with a friend and Pen had happily taken the moment to walk away from them and skirt around the edges of the ballroom, searching out others that they would be happy to see. They had paused in one corner of the room, stood still watching back and forth between Severus's jade on one side of the room and Regulus's comforting lavender on the other. The stormy grey of their eyes stayed focused on them as they heard Evan approach. "Rosier," they sighed softly, their eyes slipping firstly to the cane in his hand before rolling upward to meet his eyes. They shifted their weight on their own cane. He had only just greeted them and they were already exhausted. "Is it really?" They answered dryly. Their lips pressed firmly together at his comment. The suggestion that he had somehow managed to catch onto their specific feelings for Severus despite their lack of expression and their tendency to stare at any of their people was irritating. "... I'm unsure what you mean." They glanced away from him again, their eyes strained from looking at his color for even those few moments. They just so happened to find Severus again across the room and settled firmly on him.

[perfecterosier]

“Well, aren’t we a pair of twins?” he said, lifting his cane and twirling it with an elegance that only came from practice, somehow managing not to knock anything in the room. “Though I daresay mine’s a more aesthetic choice than yours.” Both in Evan not actually needing the cane to assist his walk and… well, his was just nicer. “But I’m getting distracted,” he turned his ever-present grin to face Severus for a moment before turning back to Pen. “It is indeed a pleasure, such a rarity to see a kindred spirit like yourself- at a public event no less!” Though the amount of genuine happiness here was beginning to weigh on him.   

“Oh, now now,” he waggled a finger at them, “Let’s not be coy. You and dear Severus, the longing in your gaze speaks of matrimony itself! I must admit I’m a little surprised to see you so taken. When will your ceremony be taking place?” Perhaps some part of him was a little sad... Maybe? Even Pen seemed able to express some genuine sentiment- and he’d thought them as ruined as himself.  

[nrcissasblack]

Narcissa was long used to Evan's theatrics, but today she appreciated them a little more than usual. "You flatter me, dear cousin," she replied. His next words were a little bit too true, and they both knew it. But Narcissa was glad that for once, her smile was genuine, and her happiness was as well. "We do," she agreed. "But trust me when I tell you that this smile is not one of those."

"Perhaps one day we will be celebrating your wedding," she teased him. Merlin help whichever person Evan convinced into marrying him. She didn't think she could live with his theatrics. "I don't think that I should push her too far, it will probably backfire horribly. We all know how she is."

[perfecterosier]

“Nonsense My Sweetness,” he said grandly, “I doubt it can be called flattery when it’s nothing but the truth. No other bride this season can hope to dare compare.” He took a small sip of his drink, somehow managing to keep smiling as he swallowed, “Well then, all the better!” He wondered, for a brief moment, what such a genuine smile felt like- keeping the expression going so long just made his face ache.

“Hmm, perhaps, in the future, you know I’m all but engaged to that darling French Countess, I’m rather looking forward to inheriting a title myself,” he chuckled, “Oh I feel we’re already on the cusp, but hopefully by the time she explodes you and Lucius will be sequestered away in marital bliss.”

[elodierosier]

Growing up with Evan hadn't been easy. He was plenty of things, but she knew better than most he was simply a wolf in sheep's clothing when it came to things. Under it all he was rather heartless and she could only imagine he was growing tired of being here. She had spent the time being a social butterfly. It came naturally and by the end of the night she had been asked more than once who she was going to marry. About four people tried to set her up with Rabastan and she had just rolled her eyes.

Hearing her brother she had to look up at him, even in her heels. There was that smile and she met it with her own. "As long as you aren't going to try to ditch me by making me dance with Rabastan in a horrible attempt to set us up." She took his arm though, following him to the dancefloor.

[perfecterosier]

“Moi? Would I ever dare engineer such a union? Proper, profitable and wonderful though it would be?” he asked, Elodie afforded the same wide grin he gave to everyone else; though she was one of the few who’d seen him before he mastered it- back then his expressions had been… difficult.

“You’re your own woman, able to make decisions in this wonderfully modern age and I trust you to make the right one.” He said, sliding his cane into a holding strap at his waist and taking her into a proper dance hold.

“I see you’ve been keeping ever-so busy this evening, isn’t anyone catching that wayward eye of yours? No smattering of connection at all?” Getting her married off would get her out of the Mansion at least, he was rather looking forward to having the place to himself- if their parents had the curtsey to pass before he married that French Countess.  

[perfecterosier]

When: Evening - Malfoy Wedding Where: Malfoy Manor - The Ballroom With: Pen @pen-kneeling

When all this incessant happiness was going around, Evan found himself holding back (just slightly) to watch proceedings. He saw the usual, people hiding envy behind their smiles, others eyeing up the manor, looking for any weakness they could bring up in conversation and those (very rare) few who seemed to be genuinely enjoying themselves… They confused him the most. 

And then there was Pen and Severus. 

The pair kept making doe eyes at one another with such intensity the bride and groom would be jealous. Of course, he suspected few others noticed the looks, the body language- but he’d made assessing other human’s an art; how else could he mimic them so flawlessly? 

Waiting for a moment when Severus left the other alone, Evan approached them, his cane clicking merrily on the ground to match his smile. “Pen! Pleasure to be seeing you here quite a pleasure, hope you don’t mind my popping over but I simply couldn’t help myself. You and your guest are going to make the bride and groom jealous if you keep it up.” He chuckled.    

[perfecterosier]

When: Malfoy Wedding - Evening Where: Malfoy Manor - Ballroom With: Elodie @elodierosier

Evan had been... enduring the evening, finding the influx of genuine continually happiness rather draining on his own continual smile. Still, he was not about to be remiss in any of his duties and ensured all present were met, spoken to and found him charming as the evening wore on.

By the time the evening affair was well underway, Evan found a moment to return to his own flesh and blood and offered her the same grin, "Elodie," he said lightly, "My dear sister, I do believe I've been remiss thus far," he extended his arm, "What kind of big brother would I be if I didn't offer my darling sibling a whirl around the floor? Up for it?"

[amoody]

He'd been trying so hard to avoid him all night, but every time he turned around, there he was. Evan Rosier. Thankfully he had managed to avoid speaking with him, not particularly fond of his holier than thou attitude. However, it seemed at this point he was trapped, with nowhere to hide and no one else around to catch his attention. He should have waited to use the restrooms.

Alastor stood in front of the sink, taking his time as he washed his hands. Hopefully Evan wouldn't notice him, though he felt that it would be quite impossible. The man was seemingly obsessed with him. He avoided looking up into the mirror, not wanting to make eye contact with him. @perfecterosier

[perfecterosier]

It was a most entertaining game of cat and mouse, he attempting to corner Alastor into conversation and the other attempting to avoid him whilst still maintaining his duties. He wished Narcissa would’ve told him the man would be here, Evan would’ve planned a little more fun if he’d had known. Still, he make the most of what he had. 

And finally managed to do so- in the bathroom of all places. “Alastor!” He said grandly, giving the man his usual broad grin as he stepped just a little bit too close. “Wonderful to see you my friend, truly wonderful. I do hope being on your feet here all evening isn’t proving too taxing?” 

[nrcissasblack]

Narcissa was glad to see Evan. For a moment, she was reminded of cousins that weren't there, couldn't be there, and a sister that had been missing today, but she let none of those thoughts show, and instead she smiled at her cousin. He was there to celebrate her day and she was glad for it.

"What do you think of my dress? Do you approve?" She asked him teasingly. "Thank you for coming." At his question of her happiness, she nearly rolled her eyes. Hadn't he paid any attention these last few years? "The happiest. Lucius makes me happy. This makes me happy. It was starting to feel like today was never going to happen," she admitted.

At his comment about the ceremony, she smiled. "It went perfectly, don't you think?" She paused. "I think Bellatrix knows that if she upset me today than she would have hell to pay. She would never hear the end of it. So I appreciate her being on her best behavior during the ceremony."

[perfecterosier]

“Hmm,” Evan pretended to give a considering eye before spreading both arms in a grand gesture, “But of course, you’re the radiant belle of the ball, inciting love and jealousy in all who lay eyes upon you.” Returning both hands to the top of his cane, “I have two in perfect shape, dear heart, but we know better than most how easily a smile can hide something underneath.” 

He was skirting a little close to unwelcome territory and quickly continued, “Though it seems you’re being quite genuine, how wonderful.” After a short chuckle, he curled his fingers and a glass of chilled white wine appeared between them, “This may be the one day she’ll make such concessions, best make the most of it while you can.” 

[healingxinxhell]

where: lucissa wedding who: @perfecterosier

Bellatrix ignored the fact that her dear cousin decided to show up with a cane. The audacity seemed fitting for the Rosier, yet she would not miss an opportunity to make a comment about it.

"Dear cousin, if you so wish to use a cane, I could give you a real reason for it." A sly smirk pulls on her lips, inflicting pain in others did so bring her joy, even if they were related.

[perfecterosier]

“Now now, my dearest basilisk,” Evan thrilled, twirling said cane for good effect before pulling his wand from its head, “There’s nothing wrong with melding a little fashion with function.” 

Chuckling slightly, he sheathed his wand and rested both hands atop its rose-jewelled handle, “Well done on not hexing the groomsman who accompanied you down the aisle. Very mature.” 

[andromedabtonks]

Where: Malfoy Manor Garden When: During the wedding reception Who: Open

Standing where she currently was had to be a death wish, she was certain. Another gulp of Ogden's—from a vintage 1958 bottle, if she remembered her whiskeys correctly—slipped down her throat as she eyed the sparser crowds inhabiting the Malfoy gardens. It was easier to breathe outside rather than the overwhelming ballroom and far less risky. It'd been years since Andromeda found herself at the wealthy family's estate, but this was her first visit using drastic beauty glamours. She knew specific people in the crowd would see right through the half-hearted disguise, but she didn't feel comfortable coming without them. Agreeing to stay behind, Ted had insisted she do what she could to protect herself, and it was all she could do to appease him. After all, a disgraced serpent wasn't simply allowed reentry to the snake pit.

Still, there was no way she'd miss this day, even if it looked a bit differently than she'd always imagined. Rather than standing by her sister's side during her long-awaited magical bonding ceremony, she was hidden among lower level guest in the garden she'd snuck into. She would gather the nerve to wish her sister well before the night was out, but the gardens would have to do for now. Leaning her weight back, she rocked on the balls of her feet, eyes scanning around her. The sound of a throat clearing shook her out of her reverie, and Andromeda looked to the person to her right. "Hm? So sorry, what was that?"

[perfecterosier]

Smile, discuss love, ensure everyone knew how pleased was for his dear cousin, catch up on the latest gossip and drink fabulous wine, it was all so easy it boarded on tiresome. Still, Evan refused to let his charming drop for evening a moment. This was the payoff for Narcissa’s hard work, even if he couldn’t understand why one would put such work into such a frivolous thing- the match could’ve been made on logic alone. Whilst his expression didn’t change, Evan did take a moment to slip away from the main ballroom and took a breath in the grounds- occasions of pure joy like these always fatigued him more- it was a little more difficult to maintain himself when others were just as happy. Though, it seemed his little moment of respite was awarding him something far more interesting- Andromeda’s glamour did her no good when he’d known the woman since boyhood. Well well, what a brave little betrayer.

Clearing his throat behind her, Evan’s grin was in full force as he lifted both hands and drew the woman into a hug, “My dear big Cousin, how wonderful to see you here, simply marvellous you were able to make it!” He laughed, knowing they were apart enough from the crowd to avoid being overheard, “I do wish you’d told me you were planning such a scandal, I’ve have engineered you to have a moment alone with the blushing bride,” Stepping back he regarded her for a few moments longer before letting his arms drop, both resting atop his wand, worked into his cane. “I take if your paramour isn’t with you? Probably a smart decision all things considered.”  

[nrcissasblack]

When: Lucissa wedding reception Where: the ballroom Who: Narcissa & Open

Narcissa didn't think that she had ever felt peace until this moment. She had watched as the ink dried on the marriage certificate and she had known that for better or worse, she and Lucius were married. Together they could weather whatever was thrown towards them. Suddenly she didn't care so much about what her mother had been fussing about as they got ready, she didn't care about who was at the wedding.

All she cared about was that Lucius was her husband. She could be happy. There was a slight twinge when she thought of the people that were no longer a part of her life that she had always thought would be standing by her side but none of it mattered. She was married.

A glass of champagne in her lips, she surveyed the dance floor and locked eyes with Lucius across the room. She lifted her glass in acknowledgement before someone stepped into her line of vision.

"Thank you so much for coming! I'm so glad that you could share this day with us."

[perfecterosier]

Ahh, a wedding, it was one of those rare events where people seemed to smile almost as much as he did. Honestly, he struggled to see the appeal, but even the idea of love in itself held little interest for him; Narcissa seemed happy though, and it was a good Pureblood match. In the end, his cousin could have come out of things much worse.

Lifting a glass of white wine elegantly to his lips, Evan waited for the busy bride to have an unoccupied moment and stepped in, “Well, look at you,” he grinned, “A vision in white and a true delight,” chuckling musically at his own rhyme he tilted his head at her slightly, “And, happy too, I take it?”

It would be a shame if Lucius proved lesser down the line but, for the moment, he would trust his cousin’s judgement on her own affairs. “I must say the ceremony went off beautifully, though I did wonder if dear Bellatrix would hex the groomsman walking alongside her.”     

[perfecterosier]

Evan Rosier: Malfoy Wedding Outfit:

1.Hair 2.Suit 3.Shoes 4.Rose Wand Cane

[antoninxdolohovx]

It was easy to read Rosier. If only the young wizard knew what Antonin was truly capable of, it might make them feel like their handywork was child's play in comparison. "I'm not threatening you. It was a promise." He might find it rather entertaining to shove an apple in his mouth.

"Must be killing you that you don't know my business." A smirks, the corners of his mouth reaching to his eyes, glistening in mischief.

"Just like you are my mind. Two I wish to avert when possible." Truth be told, he didn't mind either of their presence, but in small doses. "I'll have to bet my money on the Bulgarian."

[perfecterosier]

When one presented the same continual facade, few bothered to look deeper, he sometimes wondered if those he allied more closely with ever thought there was more to his smile- but then, was it really all that important when they’d never see beneath it? “Ah but a promise of something violent you fully intend to do is still a threat my friend,“ he chuckled, “Some of the most fun kinds too.” 

“Hmm, nope.” He popped the p, still smiling, “In truth dear Antonin I care rather little, but I was raised to always consider the affairs of others.” 

And Carrow’s affairs mattered very little in the grand scheme of things- he supposed Antonin’s did too. “Throwing your money away? What a poor financial decision,” Evan chuckled- though this one had just a touch of malice to it, “Now I’ll really have to mop the floor with them.”   

[amoody]

Alastor could feel his stance tense at the sight of Evan Rosier standing outside of his office. This was not the first time the man had thought it was a good idea to visit him while in the office, but he was just as unwelcomed each and every time. Evan was the one that got away, the one that should have been locked away for the rest of his life, and yet here he was. Standing in front of him with that shit-eating grin on his face. Alastor clenched his jaw as Evan pushed by him, the other quite lucky that he was on the clock, otherwise the two of them may end up in a battle.

Leaning on his good leg, Alastor folded his arms across his chest, turning in tandem with Evan as he entered, not wanting to let the man have access to his back. "Well, you've checked in." Alastor growled, "I'm alive and well. Still standing. Now get out of my office, Rosier." He wasn't stupid, he knew exactly what Evan was doing. Bragging about being a free man while simultaneously inspecting the physical trophy he'd left on Alastor's face. What a damn narcissist.

[perfecterosier]

One would think The Ministry was Alastor’s home ground, his court advantage, his place of power, but no. Power was relative and in this place of politics it all came down to breeding and connections. For all his talent, and Evan would be the first to admit the other was magnificently talented, he was still a poor boy from mutt-stock. Whereas He was known and beloved by people who mattered, like Alastor’s boss, and his bosses boss; in this space, it was him who was untouchable, and flaunting his way into the other’s office proved just that. 

“Really, must we be so standoffish? It’s unbecoming in a senior Auror such as yourself,” he gestured a hand out, the other resting lightly on his wand-cane, the top ending in the shape of purple flower, his family’s crest. “And besides, I’m also here on a matter of business, a purveyor of a friendly caution if you will,” Evan regarded Alastor for another moment, his grin never faulting, “I couldn’t happen but read the news of several poor souls wrongly imprisoned by you and yours finally being justly freed.” He ran his thumb over the flower petals of his wand, “Do be careful your past prejudice doesn’t lead you to any reckless behaviour, my friend.”   

[antoninxdolohovx]

Azure hues glance down at his nails, not quite sure how much longer Rosier continued to speak useless information, clearly one that loved the sound of his own voice. "Careful, you might find an apple in that mouth of yours." At least it would shut him up, and he would quite fancy doing it.

"Mayhap, none of your business." A tight smirk formed on his lips. Where is Amycus? Why don't you go forlick with him?" The two who liked to talk the most, they would surely keep each other busy.

[perfecterosier]

“Ohh don’t threaten me with a tasty morsel,” Evan chuckled, “It’ll get me hungry. Mind you I do have the most delectable meal coming up soon.” A muggle sealed away in his mansion’s basement, they’ll whet his appetite nicely this evening- it’d been too long since he’d had a chance to indulge. 

“Come now, business is business, and everting’s business.” Or more specifically, his business.

“I’m not the fellow’s keeper, you’d have to track him down yourself, is he on your mind?” Evan suspected Amycus would love to know that, it was enough to get another chuckle out of him. “Besides, I mustn’t frolic too much, I’ve a short exhibition match evening against an up and coming Bulgarian, should be a wonderfully aggressive time.”   

[healingxinxhell]

If it wasn't already for the stoic expression written across her features, they would have surely dropped at his comment, a certain spark in her hazel hues. "Perhaps if you were my favourite cousin, I'd speak to you at all." Nails drum against the table top, a slight cant to her head, and if he looked hard enough, one corner of her mouth twitched into a smirk.

Other fingers curled around the stem of her wine glass, swirling the contents of the red liquid, fixated on it's uncanny resemblance to blood, that her attention flickers up at his mention of a toast; this one she could agree to. "To family." Gently her glass clinks against his, taking a small indulgence. Silence soon filled, a tad curious what words he would utter to fill the space around them.

[perfecterosier]

Evan gestured blithely, “Now now, let’s not lie. Given my competition I think we both know I’m coming out on top. After all, The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black has seen quite the fall from grace.” Such a pity, but then he supposed it was to be expected when the first apple was bad- it would only poison those that came after. “And I did such a better job of listening to you then dear Sirius.” 

He’d followed Bellatrix around with intense curiosity as a boy- hard not to when she embodied several qualities he wished to learn. His grin (somehow) seemed to grow as they clinked their glasses and he took a small sip, “In a similar vein, I do believe it’s now more important than ever to live above reproach,” he chuckled softly, “I do hope the boys plan to misbehave carefully in future.” And there were none more expert in that then him.