FREYA ROSIER is a 26 year old PUREBLOOD, a former SLYTHERIN, and an OBLIVIATOR who is a DEATH EATER and uses SHE/HER pronouns. They are categorized as CODE THREE. They are currently CLOSED.
A bright smile, no hint of what lies beneath | A curling, twisting billow of smoke rising into the night sky | Soft blonde hair pulled back with a pastel ribbon | A cheap red lighter tossed into the smoldering remains of a building | an unexplained, out of place, feeling of dread | a collection of aprons, carefully hanging in a hall closet | blueberry muffins wrapped in plastic wrap | the sharp pain of a knife as it stabs you in the back
HISTORY.
Born in the heart of London on a cool, autumn evening to Felix Rosier and his second, much younger, wife, Freya was introduced to a legacy that was far bigger than herself. She was thrust into their world with a heavy set of expectations upon her shoulders. Others would have buckled under the pressure, but even from a young age Freya quickly learned how to rise to the occasion. Seeing it as more of a challenge than limitation, Freya set out looking to accomplish every goal and expectation that was set for her.
Charming to a fault, Freya’s earliest years were spent learning to make the antiquated system she had been thrown into work for her. Quickly she learned that she could get most things by offering up a bright smile and a well chosen set of words. It was easy to watch, to listen and learn, and to figure out exactly what it was that they wanted to hear. People were easy to manipulate if you took the time to do it right.
From a young age ideas of loyalty to the family and a dedication to keeping the Rosier name pure were instilled in her -- Freya never really questioned them. She would make her family proud, and she would make a name for herself. It just might be in a different way than her mother or Druella did. Both with a thirst for adventure and a love of chaos, Freya couldn’t imagine ever settling into a marriage or deferring to someone else at the expense of what she wanted. The first time she was introduced to a potential betrothal she set fire to the young man’s coat. It had been easy enough to convince her father that it had been an accident, an uncontrolled spurt of magic, but she’d never forget the power she felt as the boy panicked, nor would she forget the beauty of the flames.
Hogwarts was a time of freedom; an opportunity for Freya to escape the echo chamber she had grown up in and figure out what it was that she wanted to believe, who she wanted to be without her parents breathing down her neck. She quickly befriended William Mulciber,, a relationship that was only strengthened when they were both placed in Slytherin. William was her partner in crime for many years -- he could do with a bit more subtlety but the charm was there. Many nights they snuck off into the Forbidden Forest to practice dark magic, occasionally bringing an easy target, a younger student or a Muggleborn, into the isolation for a more hands on approach. Never willing to push things beyond what she was absolutely certain she could get away with, Freya began practicing her obliviation skills on their victims ensuring that the only ones who remembered what happened were herself and William.
Joining the Death Eaters was a logical next step. It was an opportunity to perpetuate the Rosier name without compromising her values -- was she going to marry? Maybe one day. But she wasn’t going to be forced into it. The Death Eaters gave her an opportunity for glory. No one would be able to say the Rosiers sat out of the war, watching others fight for what was right. She didn’t pay much mind to the cause itself. Purity was a construct, but it was one that worked in her advantage. Power and chaos... those were the things that the war gave her. There was power to be found in the Death Eaters, certainly, but nearly equally, there was power to be found in being perceived in exactly the way she chose. So she joined the Death Eaters for the power, but she took a job as an Obliviator for fun. There was nothing as satisfying as stealing someone’s memories, as taking a little piece of them for herself.
The war ended far too quickly, in her opinion. It was disappointing, watching those who had fought alongside her fall back into a normal routine. She didn’t want normalcy, she thirsted for the chaos and excitement that the war had brought. But Freya had never had a problem with patience, with standing to the sidelines and being exactly who she needed to be to get ahead. The Order of the Phoenix had fought too long to simply roll over and die. The excitement wasn’t fully over, she was sure of it. Now was the time for waiting.
CONNECTIONS.
BELLATRIX BLACK: Mentor. While technically her niece, Bellatrix felt far more like an older sister. They didn’t sit and braid each other’s hair... Andromeda and Narcissa were better suited for those sorts of tasks... but Freya knew that Bellatrix was someone she could rely on, someone she could model herself after. Her father talked a far bigger game than he had any right to, and her mother and Druella were too willing to stand on the outside looking in. But Bellatrix had the same thirst for chaos that Freya did, the same desire to be in the thick of it all, the same ability to look past morality and see the power that was there for the taking. For as long as she could remember she felt deep admiration for the older girl and the way she commanded respect. Freya preferred a bit more subtlety in her day to day life, but there was no denying that Bella had handled the war masterfully. Even now, as things were dying down, as Freya was a fully qualified witch making a name for herself both among the obliviators and within the ranks of the Death Eaters, she found herself deferring to Bella’s expertise when there was a new dark spell she was interested in trying or when she just wanted to engage in a bit of chaos -- after all, hadn’t that been the best part of the war?
WILLIAM MULCIBER: Partner In Crime. Fear was unfamiliar to Freya. New opportunities were just another chance to rise to the occasion. But as she stepped onto the Hogwarts Express she felt a new sense of apprehension, a sort of fear of the unknown. William quickly settled into the train next to her, giving her the chance to do the thing that she did best -- make connections. He was a bit too brash and could do with a bit of subtlety, but he was charming enough to make up for the things that he lacked. William quickly became one of her closest friends and her partner in crime at Hogwarts, the pair of them often sneaking into the forest to practice dark magic. Occasionally it escalated beyond that -- to reminding a Muggleborn or a younger student of their place. But Freya was unwilling to take that risk all that often, prepared to only go as far as she could go with little to no chance of detection. There was a time when she thought that William might be more than a friend, but beyond falling into bed together a time or two, their relationship remained largely unchanged even into adulthood -- but she wouldn’t mind revisiting the sex if the opportunity presented itself again.
ALECTO CARROW: It’s Complicated. She struggled to put to words to her relationship with Alecto Carrow. There was an undeniable sense of mutual respect. Freya respected a strong woman, one who took ownership over her life. There were far too many in their circle who were willing to step back and defer to men. But nearly equally, she found Alecto to be irritating -- she was too cold, too closed off, and truthfully, she found her to be a bit boring, definitely the least interesting Carrow. But irritating her was always great fun -- so from time to time she’d bring her a very pink and very over the top sort of gift. There was nothing wrong with cheerfulness, but when Alecto was around she ramped it up, knowing it got under her skin. They certainly weren’t friends, but there was something there... something that Freya knew she would miss if it were no longer in her life.
DRUELLA BLACK: Half-Sister. Just two years her mother’s junior, Druella had always been somewhere between a sister and second maternal figure to her. If her sister hadn’t come before her, hadn’t tested the waters and forged her own path, Freya knew she wouldn’t have been half as successful or happy. Druella was the one she went to with questions, when she disagreed with something or didn’t understand what she was meant to do. She was the one that Freya went to with her heartbreaks and her victories -- it was far easier to confide in her sister because she knew that she cared, something she was never sure about with her own parents. She respected her in a way she didn’t respect many people, and she was unafraid to be her truest self around her.
Currently portrayed by VIRGINIA GARDNER