Evan.C Rosier
Sang et Honneur
About Evan
Conquer from within
POWER
WATCH ME CONQUER
Relationships
Does love really conquer?
About Evan
Born Evan Cesare Rosier to Evan Rosier Senior and Jessamine Rosier.
Midnight black curls, bitter coffee brown eyes flecked with amber inside the irises; the same eye color as his father.
He has olive skin, smooth, unbroken and a beauty spot just under his left eye; the oldest of the sons and Felix being the youngest and the apple of their mother's eye.
From a young age Evan was very bright and of a care free nature, often enough setting tasks for his younger brother and aiming to please his father by any means possible.
When Evan was accepted into Hogwarts it thrilled his parents, that once more their bloodline would continue; since Vinda Rosier had died a year after Evan's seventh birthday and upon her death bed she had grabbed the boy's hand so firmly and spoke words that to this day
stick with Evan to form him into the man he would become.
"You are destined for great things, you will inherit something that I thought had been lost; will become your power to build
the foundations of our family back from the ashes"
And when she passed it became a bleak day for the Rosiers.
When Evan was to be enrolled into Hogwarts his father practically frog marched him own to Ollivander's to pick up his wand,
his mother already having purchased his robes and spelled them with the Slytherin crest, any Rosier who wasn't in Slytherin
was no Rosier at all.
His life had been mapped out for him even before he had gotten sorted into a house, but now here he stood in Ollivander's shop
the room smelling of musk and a form of spice.
He went through the motions choosing his wand, one had a grip that didn't suit his stance, the other felt unyielding in his hands;but then there was the final one.
Fourteen inches, cherry wood, a dark gloss atop its surface, the core infused with thestral hairs and flexible.
A fine wand.
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Like it had been said, Evan had been placed in Slytherin, a house that chose the most ambitious students who held great promise; the conquers.
The first year for Evan was something like a dream really, leaving his mark in classes that he knew would benefit him, would force him to aspire to become the great leader he was born to be.
Through trials and errors he had conquered his classes, teachers often giving credit that they had never seen a student have such an ambitious drive to learn and grow with the knowledge they had achieved.
Evan has proven himself to become one of the best students ever to graduate at Hogwarts. it was no small feat that others would be drawn to his charismatic charm and witty banter.
Within his circle he had attained friends from other pureblood houses, this consisted of Lucius Malfoy, Regulus Black, Antonin Dolohov Avery and Severus Snape.
These boys helped to shape Evan Rosier into the best form of himself and force him to strive for greatness at the top of his classes and blood line.
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Evan would develop a king like complex, this often coming from how he spoke or how he carried himself in public before the development of his power which would deem him the 'MAD KING'
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Something had gone wrong.
His father had taken him to a meeting of Death Eaters, he wanted to show his son exactly what the Rosier family stood for...wanted his son to see what the Dark Lord would build when he came back.
The room became heated, conversations turning into arguments and angry fists banging against tables; a debate of the worst kind.
So when someone had asked Evan a question he couldn’t remember exactly what he had said but all he remembered was that the room became eerily quiet.
He felt a hand grip the fabric of his shirt, the room dissolving around them from the bleak settings of some dingy room to the plush interior of the Rosier’s front room!
Hand releasing him as he fell back against the grand piano, fingers hitting ebony and ivory keys to steady himself; vision blurry as he sucked in a deep breath to clear his lungs from what felt like compression.
When he had stabled himself and the approaching footsteps of his mother and brother, across the hard, marble floors both stopping in the doorway to watch the events that would divide their house in two.
It was a quick motion, his flashing his wand towards Evan and Evan having a few short moments to deflect with his wand, the same wand that was made to pair with his father’s own.
He would feel the spell coming, goosebumps rising on his skin, the hair at the back of his neck standing on end as the jet of emerald green erupted from his father’s and a jet of red from his own to form a connection between their wands.
His father’s gaze had become cruel, wrist bent upwards as he slowly forced Evan to kneel, the cruelty pouring into this spell was enough to make his own heart sink.
“Rise, find your ambition Evan, find your power to fight back”
Those words had never resounded so strongly with his soul, never forced the boy to fight for his life more than in this moment in time.
And fight back he did.
On that day something awoke inside of Evan, something dark and powerful that would corrupt his soul and forced him to carve a path away from the one that had been set out before him.
Evan.C Rosier…. Had awoken the gift that Vinda Rosier had said “Would make him powerful”
SLYTHERIN
POWER
Since the day his father had the intent to kill him, Evan had awoken something dark and dangerous inside of him.
His mother calling it an inheritance from his Grandmother's side that has skipped over Evan senior and passed straight to the junior,what it was...no one knew but it had presented itself in a fit of rage which was very uncharacteristic for Evan to explode the way he did.
He hadn't meant to hurt her, he hadn't meant to KILL her.
He couldn't control his rage inside of himself, it was like someone had turned a faucet on and out poured all his hatred, his malice and cruelty that almost mimicked his father.She was an innocent who happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time, her timid nature was her downfall when she had reached to take something from Evan that he wasn't done with; his hand reaching for her wrist making sure to keep his iron grip upon it.
Rising from his chair to square up to the little maid, hand moving from the wrist to her face and slowly spread all his fingers across her delicate features until he felt the NEED to hurt her.
It happened gradually, curls of black mist rolling from his fingers across her face like someone was blowing smoke at her, fingers tightening upon her cheeks before she gave an agonizing scream.
It was like someone had burned her, the smell of rotting meat filling the room as she stumbled back away from him, cheeks that had once been pink and rosy now looked like someone had taken a blow torch to them, the flesh melting away until he could see the inside of her mouth.
The burn growing until she began to claw at her face, knees hitting the black carpet under herself as she screamed a blood curdling scream; the scream of a dying woman would forever haunt Evan as he watched her face practically melt away like an ice cube being left in the sun.
Bodily fluid spreading across the carpet as he knealt down and picked a piece of flesh from what remained on her face, as he pulled the strand away from the corpse, the strip blackening at his touch once more before it started to rot away into nothing....she was no longer moving.
He had unleashed his power upon someone who didn't deserve it, but imagine what he could do with someone who did deserve it?"
This new power would be a downfall or a blessing for the young Rosier, his inheritance that Vinda had spoken praise off had become his curse and it would force Evan to move on a downward spiral once it got it's claws in him.
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To control this power Evan would turn to drinking and drugs, being high out of his mind often calmed him and relaxed his murderous thoughts, but the downside to that was Evan didn't know when enough was enough.
He would become a train wreck who would take all those down who dare to get close, be it with a crucio or his fists he would make sure his wrath would be felt.
Relationships
I would like to say that this account is a multiship, I am happy to accept someone as long as the chemistry is there and not forced.
If you try to force your character into a relationship I will take you aside into the DMs and talk about it, if you persist to do it despite my warning a block will be put in place to remove you.
Please show respect to my other shipped partners, I won't condone bullying towards them in any shape or form, I'll take you inside the DMs so we don't need to make a spectacular fight about it publicly.
I'm happy to write with anyone detail is a must I can't work with one line SLs, if I'm powering out all the details it's an unfair catch.
As much as I love writing I like to take breaks to put some banter forth and focus on the heavier stories when I am recharged so please don't think I'm ignoring if I'm put on the TL and not doing the SL