Character name: Evan Rosier Age & Birthday: 20, September 13th Gender & Pronouns: Male, he/him Occupation: Unemployed Blood status: Pureblood (secretly 1/8th Veela) Previous house: Slytherin Previous Affiliation: Death Eaters Face claim: Tom Blythe Positive: Charming, Ambitious, Disciplined Negative: Vain, Apathetic, Arrogant
Evan Rosier was born into a house of privilege. He never had to want for anything. Being the first born and only son Of Druella Rosier and Evan Rosier Sr. He had been born with a silver spoon in his mouth. Alongside his twin sister Evan learned the most important rule growing up was presenting himself properly. The Rosiers were a family of seduction and both Evan and his sister learned early on how to use their looks to get what they wanted from people. He grew up being told that a witch had just *gifted* their family with charisma and good looks, as he got older however he learned the truth. The truth that could never be spoken about, less their families status in the sacred 28 be ruined. Evans great grandfather had fathered a child with a Veela. Evan is still unclear on all the details but apparently his great grandmother had struggled with fertility and had been approached by the Veela who wanted nothing more than to have a child of her own which, the Rosiers saw as a perfect opportunity to save face. Apparently both his grand parents had plotted on the side and as soon as his grandfather was born The Rosiers killed her and took the child for themselves, passing off Evans grandfather as their child. Evan is pretty sure the details are more gruesome but, 10 year old him had never thought to question it. Whatever went down had gone down long before he was even thought of and it wasn't his problem. All he knew now was that he had a secret to keep and powers to use. Suddenly he was all too aware at just how easy it was to use his looks to his advantage, suddenly, all the times he was lectured about his messy hair or dirty clothes made sense. If you looked good, and with the small amount of Veela in him he did, you could get people to do whatever. By the time he started school he had practically mastered it. At 11 years old he knew just how to speak and smile in a way that would charm almost anyone, it got him out of trouble more times than he could count and it made it incredibly easy for him to get people to do his work. It only got worse as he got older. Suddenly it went from just being charming to his peers to his peers also being attracted to him, which, gave him even more power. They were all too easy to manipulate.
Because of this, Evan spent a lot of his time at school virtually friendless. Sure, he had people who considered him a friend, but when it came to who Evan thought he could truly trust to like him for him, well, there wasn't many. He tended to stick to his sisters side, who by all accounts, was really the only person he could 100% trust. She was the only one who knew what it was like, if anything, she had it worse, despite Evans attempts to shield her from the harsh realities of people. They all wanted something, they fawned over him like he was nothing but an animal and while he learned quickly how to use that, his sister was a bit more naive. If anything, it only angered Evan more. Made him even more inclined to use people, if he got to them first, used them and discarded them, his sister would never experience it. So, thats what he did. He flirted with, slept with, dated anyone and everyone. If Evan could get them to look his way he went for it, no matter how boring it was and how useless it made him feel. He began to get reckless. Not just in his habits of sleeping around but in his life in general. He began picking fights, hexing random students, it wasn't long after he turned seventeen that his father had reached out to him telling him that The Dark Lord had taken a notice, apparently someone else in the school was an informant and gave him Evans name directly as someone that would be useful, not just for his dueling skills but for his manipulation as well. Evan didn't need to even think about it when the Dark Mark was pushed on him. Truthfully, he didn't give a rats ass about either side of the war, but he had become addicted to the thrill of the battle and using his looks to get people to trust him was what he was good at so if thats what it took to make the Dark Lord happy enough to use him in battle, well, thats what he would do. It was only towards the end of the war that it bit him in the ass. It was supposed to be a simple raid, not too dangerous, especially with their numbers. No one expected the Auror Alastor Moody to be there. Most of the other Death Eaters had the sense to flee, Evan however, addicted to the thrill of it, tried to stick around. He was skilled enough to take Alastors eye in the end but Evan barely walked away from the battle, he still has no idea just how he managed to. The last thing he remembered was being hit with Diffindo and then everything went black. He woke up in his own bed being tended to by a random healer his dad had hired. He woke up without his arm. Magical prosthetics are such an amazing thing, hes heard that a thousand times a day since he woke up, but, they weren't so amazing that they could make up for the real thing. They weren't so amazing that he could still cast spells, the prosthetic allows him to hold his wand, sure, but he can't cast spells with it since theres nothing channeling his magic through the wand. His dueling abilities are nothing compared to what they used to be. He isn't even good enough to duel a fucking first year. To top that off, he's no longer the perfect looking person he was, he's missing a whole fucking arm. The one thing, the one thing he was good at, good for he wasn't anymore. Who the hell would want him now that he no longer looked perfect?
