“Oh, Merlin, tell me, does THE VENGEFUL get what he deserves?” He is in THE DEATH EATERS & OPEN to finding out.
— he walks through the world as ;
name → evan rosier pronouns → he/they identification → non-binary year of birth → september 1952 - september 1953 face claim → avan jogia blood status → pure-blood sexual orientation → homosexual occupation → socialite amongst high society in wizarding london future information → n/a
— he is best described as ;
VENGEANCE reigning HELL FURY, he is the SUFFOCATING DREAD of thick fog lost in the cruelty of the world. BLOOD SOAKED hands of a wounded warrior with SARCASTIC WIT as PESSIMISTIC as a tormentor of the night; he is the MOURNFUL cry of VIOLINS in an eclipse SCREAMING sonnets of woe as BROKEN MIRRORS cast distorted images of eyes that appear HOLLOWED from SORROW.
— his story starts with ;
tw: gun, tw: death
While their name now strikes fear to those that dare say it, once he had a caring heart though very few around him remember it. Born to Axel and Adele Rosier, Evan was cherished from a young age. Overly spoiled with the vast riches their family possessed, he was adorned in midnight black velvets, crisp shirts, silver chains and held an air of entitlement that came with being a member of The Sacred Twenty Eight. Never left needing or wanting, everything he desired was readily at his fingertips with a mere tut from pursed lips. While their father held high office as a judge in Wizengamort, his youth was spent amongst manor halls in Kensington making shrill conversation with politician’s children, with merely ALEXANDRA ROSIER [sister] for company. Arts occupied his time, with lost language unraveled at his fingertips and the harmonious pluck of a violin string; intellect of scholars humored him whilst the lust of society rotted his sister’s mind. With a namesake rooted in Paris, the Rosier’s preferred to escape the heaviness of London in spring. Apparating to their second home in Lyon only after visiting their family tomes to lay respect to those that came before them; reciting their family mantra: Si vous ne trouvez pas de chemin, faites-en un. If you can’t find a path, make one.
Traditionalists, they knew the establishment they belonged to and made sure to instill the ideologies within both Evan and Andra. Separated to accumulate societal connections, Evan was sent to Hogwarts while he watched his sister disappear to Beauxbatons; despite exchanging owls their connection faded as they found their paths. Sorted into Slytherin within a mere breath of it placed upon his head, Evan joined the pack that BELLATRIX BLACK [cousin] had orchestrated; RODOLPHUS LESTRANGE [friend], CASTOR WILKES [friend/potential love interest], and EDRICK SELWYN [friend]. The group were notorious, mocking first years and throwing jinxes at unsuspecting Mudblood for mere sport, their arrogance and superiority made them untouchable. Unlike his counterparts, the regulations Evan had to meet were reasonable. Associate with Pure-Blood’s, marry well to not dilute the bloodline and produce a male air to carry on the line. As the sole male air, he knew his place. It should have been simple. Find a woman from an honorable family, court, propose; a simple business exchange. But it was never the eyes of soft beauty he yearned for, but the gaze of handsome features fleeting from across marble floors. A fate crueler than a cruciatus curse itself, doomed to live wishing against what you are born.
Though the misfortune of lost love and caught glances between Castor turned dismissed as the honorable fell from grace. Long gone was the once charming and witty boy, left in its place a ghost. Summering in their home in Lyon, Evan had been tending to the white rose bushes that adorned the property with his father. Leaving the scene only for a moment, but what awaited him upon his return shattered his once crystal existence. Evan can only remember the series of events in fragments. The piercing screech of a gunshot, roses stained red, shattered glass and his father’s limp corpse sprawled on the grass. Soul stolen and grief ridden, he grew bitter and tormented. Riddled with nightmares, his mother was inconsolable as wails of agony echoed the manor. Betrayed by the very justice system his father had served, the Ministry deemed the murder an accident. ‘Compensating’ the family for their loss and silence, they insisted the knowledge that one of the highest ranking wizards in their society was murdered in his prime by a gang of Muggles would cause anarchy. In turn, they did nothing. Leaving Evan sinking in absence, an anger brewing with hatred as he watched his sister rise to glory as the head of the household.
Amid the heartache, there was one person that became a saving grace to Evan; Bellatrix. Though Alexandra deemed her one of the Erinyes praying on the vulnerable, he could not care for her heeded words. Bellatrix became his catalyst. Igniting a fury within him that only burned brighter with every passing day. Though some say she prayed on his grief and used his anguish to boil it into something sinister; to Evan, she saved him. Showed him what the world really was and how it could be. How it should be. A new world armed with THE DARK LORD [leader] as it’s messiah where Muggles knew their place and would be unable to hurt another wizard again. Time passed and Evan’s mind only grew darker. Troubled by hooded figures, sleep was a luxury he didn’t possess. Horrors painted on the back of his eye lids, hours spent scrubbing his hands raw as if that would somehow erase the memories of blood that felt seeped into his pores. Love was not something he knew how to possess and he didn’t want it, not if it only led to more pain. Instead he found distractions. Smoking cigarettes, drinking fire whiskey until his throat burned and finding lips of ANTONIN DOLOHOV [romantic liason/potential love interest], both parties wanting to escape the voices that plagued them.
Joining The Dark Lord’s army after an introduction from Bellatrix, it gave them a purpose that he so desperately craved. Channeling his rage, Evan grew adamant to bring upon his own form of justice as if that could be penance for his father’s death. Wilkes became his right hand when it came to fulfilling the Dark Lord’s work. Bonded in chaos, they tormented those they deemed below them, bringing upon the change that he believed was their birthright. Quickly rising within the ranks and becoming a part of the trusted inner circle, Evan among the select few who were trusted to ensure the Summer Solstice of 1983 fell into the Death Eater’s favor. Obtaining a polyjuice potion from SEVERUS SNAPE [acquaintance], with discretion Evan delivered it to JAE MULCIBER [friend] to follow through with the goal; public persecution. A message jarring the wizarding world to its core, the fall out was as they desired. AMELIA BONES‘s [victim] death acted as a catalyst of chaos; leaving the Ministry quaking and the citizens warned of war. Evan was rewarded with the Dark Mark for his loyalty and a promise that the Ministry would fall and he'd be privy to a front row seat in watching it burn.
Impatient as years pass, while the Death Eaters gather numbers in darkness, Evan’s drive for vindication leaves him wearing. Eager for change, while the fear striking the community brings him gratification; it isn’t enough when ex-Minister of Magic EUGENIA JENKINS [rival] walks freely with no scars to bare. Blaming her and BARTEMIUS CROUCH SR. [rival] ineptitude for the lack of finality regarding his father’s case; Evan desires to see them face the same hardships his family endured; an eye for an eye. Plotting the demise of their loved ones, Evan has entrusted his plans to only his right hand; Castor and their sister PERSEPHONE WILKES [acquaintance]. Knowing Castor would fly with him into fire and with Persephone’s aptitude for gathering information; his hopes to bring them grumbling to their knees feels within arms reach. Plotting revenge secretly amidst the Death Eaters' plans to infiltrate the Ministry, Evan’s vendetta could see the politicians scramble and weaker should he succeed; giving the Death Eater’s leverage. Finally, they could get what they always desired. Fire would rain and he’d gladly bask in the embers of the Ministry’s downfall.
— he is a LEVEL 8 WIZARD & readied for war ;
