Post by Evan Rosier on Sept 15, 2013 5:01:23 GMT -5
EVAN AIDEN ROSIER.
I DON'T WANNA SEE LIKE YOU.& I DON'T WANNA BE LIKE YOU.
name Evan Aiden Rosier.I DON'T WANNA SEE LIKE YOU.& I DON'T WANNA BE LIKE YOU.
nicknames Evan or Rosier
gender man
playby Hayden Christensen
age 18 July 11, 1998.
year seventh.
wand phoenix feather, Ivy, ten inches.
& I WANNA BE FREE.SO BREAK IT DOWN.
physical description Even with as inviting an aesthetic appeal that he carries- he's far from what first impression might suggest. The baby blues and sandy curls would be far more aptly placed elsewhere. Stormy blue eyes that are more often than not bloodshot, from rage or the night before's activities its a pretty even tossup. Cobalt, he'd been told on several occasions- the kind of eyes that stand relatively strikingly against the tanned skin. His eyebrows are fairly well 'scaped, despite the fact that he puts absolutely no effort into it- the Gods blessed him with the absence of stray hair between the dark blonde pair, not that he'd be likely to pluck them even if they had. Set in angular features, which can normally be seen sneering or scowling, he inherited what he'd heard called the 'sculpted face of his mother's family- with a proud forehead inclined to furrowing and a slight cleft in his chin. His hair varies between a darker auburn and ash blonde, depending on how much sun he's been getting and on how regular a basis. He, thankfully, also missed out on the 'generously' beaked nose of his father's family- although from certain angles his could be called just a tad too sharp, thankfully it rests somewhere between wide and narrow, flaring slightly just before his nostrils. He's never had skin problems as a good portion of his classmates have, but then he does have a problem with moles and freckles- both of which seem to stand out just a little too darkly against his skin for him to find it appealing. His wide lips are usually twisted in either sneer or smirk, bottom lips just slightly more generous than the upper curve. His canines are a bit sharper than the average, but he's been assured on several occasions that this isn't something to be considered an actual flaw. His teeth weren't always as straight as they are now, but after several trips to the same place his mother frequented between first and second year that problem was quickly rectified- his teeth however, due to the steady stream of nicotine, require a daily potion to keep as white as they are.
appearance Evan stands at a proud six foot two, six foot three if he wears the occasional boots or shoes with a rise in it- though normally he favors the flat tennis shoe that can more easily traverse the castle quietly. Normally he can be seen in wash jeans and dark t-shirts, though obviously his family's station requires that he know how to dress in fitting company.
I DON'T WANNA THINK LIKE YOU.& I DON'T WANNA STINK LIKE YOU.
likes +pushing people's buttons
+Smoking
+Drinking
+Annoying his father
+Fighting
+Food
dislikes
-his brother's
-his father
-relationships
-optimists
-studying
-easy girls
-detention
strengths
+Lying
+Charms
+DADA
+Persuasive
+Athletic...ish
weaknesses
-Quick temper
-Prone to speaking before he thinks
-History Of Magic
-Transfiguration
-Keeping out of trouble
personality
Evan has always been able to spin words into a falsehood believable enough even to convince the most skeptical of people. Some might call it pathological, several of the women his father tried hiring to keep up with him as a child had. He's quick on his feet when it comes to coming up with something, no matter the situation, and can persuade even the strictest teacher to his way of thinking... normally. He's never had any qualms over doing it either, he supposed that was where those same woman had came in saying that he didn't have a conscious. He just didn't care enough to let it bother him. If it got him ahead, out of detention, or even just because he felt like it- lying wasn't something that he could bat even an eyelash at. The only time lying ever bothered him period was if he was caught out in one, as rare as it was- and even then it was only the fact that he had been discovered- not about the actual lie itself. There were times he spun something just because- not because it was easier or served him in any way. Sometimes he just liked testing people's limits- stirring things that probably should have been left alone.
Evan's pretty in your face about things otherwise- he isn't one to hide behind subterfuge or intrigue, if he dislikes you- as is normally the case- you probably know it. Ruthless. Once he wants something he gets it, no matter the cost. Probably why he spends most of the time he does get in detention because of fighting. He's not good at holding himself back, or putting a lid on his temper once its been unleashed... which is pretty frequently actually. Many times those who go up against him spend a much lengthier time period in the hospital wing than should be afforded for just a skirmish- but then that's why he's been labeled vicious by some of his peers. It's not as if he's actually killed anyone... yet. Though there have been several that he probably could have gotten to that point with before he was pulled off of them. Luckily enough someone has always been there to intervene- be it a teacher or a peer. More often than not a teacher being that most of his peers are unlikely to step between him and the object of his current ire. That or they're actually friends with him- not that he has many. Probably wouldn't have any at all were it not for his bloodlines and the fact that he grew up with many of them being forced into some form of familiarity or another. It's usually his bloodlines that keep his friends from interfering as well- after all more often than not its someone weaker than he that he's gotten into a disagreement with and every pureblood knows that the culling of the weak is a necessary function- weeding out those of inferior... well, everything really.
His temper has been mentioned several times, but then it plays such a large part in his life. He enjoys playing with people's heads- pushing them to their supposed limits and beyond. Most often it goes undetected- or at least appears to. Those times when the person snaps though... are usually his favorite and more often than not end up in someone sprawled out beneath him as he works out the pent up aggression he harbors out on every available surface. He enjoys fighting. Period. Enjoys the adrenaline and the feel of another fist hitting him. He enjoys the pain that comes with it, make him a little crazy? Probably. But the joy at the inevitable victory eclipses all of that. Not that he hasn't been known to lose, especially in his younger years. But he's pretty good at learning from his mistakes, and even when he doesn't come out as a clear victor the other person usually ends up with such an amount of damage for it still to be satisfactory for him. Letting go of his temper isn't something that he has control over... but even if he did? He doubts he'd change anything about it.
He's not all brute force and savagery. He's actually quite intelligent- though he's been told that he uses that intelligence in all of the wrong ways. Who's to say whats the 'right' way or the 'wrong' way? He doesn't much care for other people's opinions. That isn't to say that he doesn't listen to his few friends, he happens to be quite loyal to them... so long as it doesn't cross him in some way or become more of a detrimental kind of friendship for him. He's cruel and calculating yes, he is a Slytherin after all. Which is to say that even if you are his friend... that isn't necessarily a permanent position, something he will neither apologize or feel guilty for. After all, he's all about him- and that's how it should be.
& I JUST WANNA BE ME.SO BREAK IT DOWN.
parents Father-Frank Rosier- 55- Ministry Worker- D.E.
Mother-Lucielle Rosier- 49- Homemaker
siblings
Brother- Frank Jr. Rosier- 22- D.E- Herbologist
Brother- James Rosier- 20- D.E- Quidditch Player
Sister- Christen Rosier- 10.
birthplace England
hometown London
ethnicity English, German, Russian, Spanish
blood pureblood
BREAK IT DOWN, BREAK IT DOWN.SO BREAK IT DOWN.
name Leiasample
The sunlight filtered in unhindered through the heavily framed windows, the green brocaded curtains pushed to either side of their frames as the light glinted of off every reflective surface within the room – and seeing as it was the Slytherin girls’ quarters there were quite a few surfaces from which the rays to glint. Girls were strewn haphazardly over their beds, covers wrinkled up around them, some with an addition snuggled into the mattress with them, but that was overlooked from the decency of everyone else. Drink cans and various other trashes from the night before were scattered over every conceivable surface, clothes thrown over anything and everything around them. Soft sounds of sleep swam through the room; the rustling of sheets as people rolled around, the slight snoring every odd girl, small groans and moans as the girls tried to hide their faces from the onslaught of light, the general sounds of an early morning in their quarters. The night before had lasted much too long, with too many incubators for the good time for any of them to be out of bed yet, each and every bed housing at least one body in them. One particular bed was moving than any other, as the lump beneath the covers moaned and turned completely over, the lone bronzed arm that was out of the general mass of covers flopping over the right side of the bed. Another moan as it flopped again, pulling the pillow over where whoever was beneath its face would be. It would be her luck that no one had thought to draw the curtains as normal at night, instead every girl leaving the windows completely uncovered and therefore allowing this intrusion of light upon their morning. And of course she’d fallen, rather than climbed, into bed the night before so her curtains -as almost everyone else’s that morning- were wide open for anybody to see. A muffled groan and a kick later the covers were at the end of her bed, left arm thrown over her eyes as she lay on her back, her lips pulled into a frown. Sleep was beyond being recaptured at this point. Though she was sure to be the only one up before late noon on this day. Both arms abandoned their posts as she stretched them over her head, auburn locks a tangle as she let her blue eyes open slowly, blinking against the sudden onslaught. "Ridiculous."
Slowly, almost as if it pained her to move, she sat up from her position on the bed, her legs swinging laboriously over the edge of the bed as she clutched at her forehead with her free hand, the other still on the bed supporting her body erect. It didn’t help that this past week she’d been more stressed than most others, or that she’d actually slipped and gotten an A on one of her papers. That was very near unheard of in her world. So of course last night had been almost a release, and she planned that this day go very much the same. It wasn’t as if she could redo anything that had been happening recently anyways. Her hand passed over her face as she looked to the clock on the mantle, her frown growing ever more pronounced. What she needed was for tonight to have carried over into this morning, and for a stiff drink to be placed within her hand. But that was a good sight unlikely seeing that everyone else had plans today, and very few people would condone her drinking before afternoon even fell. But other people didn’t matter in this case, she reminded herself with a sigh as she let her hand pass wearily over her eyes. So a quick shower would undoubtedly be followed by her going out for a drink, or if she changed her mind by then, just a change of scenery. She supposed standing would be fairly easy, it wasn’t as if she had gotten entirely wasted the night before, though she instantly regretted the thought as her feet connected with the floor and she dragged herself upright. She’d have to remember to thank Monica for that later. Filing it away in the back of her head she grabbed the towel sitting atop her trunk, tossing it over her shoulder as she padded out of the dorm room barefooted. She was still dressed from the night before, a pair of jeans and a simple tee-shirt, though she did plan on changing before she reached her final destination, some point after her shower. She sighed, already half way down the flight of stairs before turning and making her way back up. She needed her clothes. If she proceeded the way she usually did there would be no need to come back to the dorm room at all. Except for the clothes she was now wearing, and she could easily send those back without going back herself. She silently went back to her trunk, digging through it for another pair of jeans and a black tank top. Leather boots and… she rummaged for a few more moments before she caught hold of her leather jacket. Throwing them all in a throw bag and adding the essentials of her makeup, and she was on her way again.
She’d really have to remember to thank her when next she caught sight of her; the thought ran through her head as the water poured down upon her bowed head. She really hadn’t needed the shower this morning, she’d already taken one the night before… but it served to awaken her senses, and it helped that the searing hot water helped to ease the tension in her shoulders. One of these days she’d look into going to some massage therapy or something, for now though mornings like these were the closest she could get. She spent the better part of twenty minutes just sitting under the spurts of water before getting out of the shower and toweling off, her attention first going to her hair. Opting for the gentle waves over actually taking any time to straighten it saved her energy, though getting dressed manually was a good deal more complicated with some of the moisture still clinging to her skin. She was at least awake now, and the clothes were certainly easier to put on than they had been to find. It was a simple outfit, but she liked it for that very reason. There was no point in dressing up to go drink by oneself, and she looked good in it regardless. Though this was thought without the conceit that most people would associate with it. She didn’t really care for anything on her face beyond eyeliner and a smudge of mascara, her fingers making quick work of applying both before satisfied with the results. Her ears still head the accumulation of rings from the night before, and she hadn’t cared enough to get any extra jewelry while she’d been in the dorms. Casting a quick look in the mirror she threw her bag over her shoulder, heading out of the bathroom and out of the castle all together. Thank God for already being seventeen, otherwise she’d have to go a good deal further. The thought was barely accompanied as she left the giant front gates of the castle, her eyes slipping to the bag at her side momentarily. She had forgotten to send everything back up to her dorm, but the money in the bottom was well covered by everything else anyways. And it wasn’t like she’d be paying anytime soon. She fought the urge to close her eyes while walking, her annoyance with how frenetic everything this morning had been coming through into her thoughts. There really hadn’t been much thought put into her decision, and everything had been done almost zombie like after it. She’d have to remedy that later, though she doubted her analytical nature would let her put up with much more of it anyways. Plus, she didn’t need to think much while she was drinking. That was always a high point of it. Though such things were easier to be left un-discussed, and unthought-of of.
It hadn’t taken her very long to reach Hogsmeade, though she was a bit surprised when she looked up and was in the area. Her brows drew down just slightly to furrow, though she easily smoothed it out quickly, trying to think of where the drinks sounded better today. The Hogs Head was completely unappealing, saved instead for nights when she didn’t want to see anyone. And today was not night, nor did it fall under that category. The Three Broomsticks was usually too littered with people for her tastes, though she doubted anyone would really be there at this hour. She’d barely finished that train of thought before she was in front of it, turning into the doors slowly, letting her eyes adjust to the low lighting compared to the outside. She was wrong, there were a few people already in, she let her eyes wander over them before she stepped fully in, letting the door behind her close. She had been right in the sense that there weren’t many… but still. She sighed, nodding her head at a group playing cards,she didn’t know them exactly, but they seemed to think they knew her. Ridiculous kids, but there was no sense in being outright rude. She made her way slowly to the bar, her eyes running over the only person sitting there. Now him, she at least knew who he was. A year ahead of her, and Gryffindor, but that couldn’t always be helped. Aiden something, she knew she had him in a few classes, or at least she thought she did. She had at least. She shook her head softly as she sat a seat away from him, further from the door, closer to the back in her line of thinking, as her eyes slid away. It didn’t matter, and anyways her thoughts were still a little muzzy. She didn’t have to wait long before the bartender made his way over to her, his inquisitive look the only prompt she needed. “Whiskey. Straight.” Her voice came out a little strained, still light as usual, though it was a bit more difficult than she remembered, this talking business. The room was warm, the presence of her jacket far more pressing than it had been outside. She shrugged out of it softly, her bare arms met with the cool air left over from her entrance, however it wasn’t cold enough to put it back on. Her elbows went on the bar as she leant forward slightly, her mind absorbed as she waited for the delivery of her drink.
Slowly, almost as if it pained her to move, she sat up from her position on the bed, her legs swinging laboriously over the edge of the bed as she clutched at her forehead with her free hand, the other still on the bed supporting her body erect. It didn’t help that this past week she’d been more stressed than most others, or that she’d actually slipped and gotten an A on one of her papers. That was very near unheard of in her world. So of course last night had been almost a release, and she planned that this day go very much the same. It wasn’t as if she could redo anything that had been happening recently anyways. Her hand passed over her face as she looked to the clock on the mantle, her frown growing ever more pronounced. What she needed was for tonight to have carried over into this morning, and for a stiff drink to be placed within her hand. But that was a good sight unlikely seeing that everyone else had plans today, and very few people would condone her drinking before afternoon even fell. But other people didn’t matter in this case, she reminded herself with a sigh as she let her hand pass wearily over her eyes. So a quick shower would undoubtedly be followed by her going out for a drink, or if she changed her mind by then, just a change of scenery. She supposed standing would be fairly easy, it wasn’t as if she had gotten entirely wasted the night before, though she instantly regretted the thought as her feet connected with the floor and she dragged herself upright. She’d have to remember to thank Monica for that later. Filing it away in the back of her head she grabbed the towel sitting atop her trunk, tossing it over her shoulder as she padded out of the dorm room barefooted. She was still dressed from the night before, a pair of jeans and a simple tee-shirt, though she did plan on changing before she reached her final destination, some point after her shower. She sighed, already half way down the flight of stairs before turning and making her way back up. She needed her clothes. If she proceeded the way she usually did there would be no need to come back to the dorm room at all. Except for the clothes she was now wearing, and she could easily send those back without going back herself. She silently went back to her trunk, digging through it for another pair of jeans and a black tank top. Leather boots and… she rummaged for a few more moments before she caught hold of her leather jacket. Throwing them all in a throw bag and adding the essentials of her makeup, and she was on her way again.
She’d really have to remember to thank her when next she caught sight of her; the thought ran through her head as the water poured down upon her bowed head. She really hadn’t needed the shower this morning, she’d already taken one the night before… but it served to awaken her senses, and it helped that the searing hot water helped to ease the tension in her shoulders. One of these days she’d look into going to some massage therapy or something, for now though mornings like these were the closest she could get. She spent the better part of twenty minutes just sitting under the spurts of water before getting out of the shower and toweling off, her attention first going to her hair. Opting for the gentle waves over actually taking any time to straighten it saved her energy, though getting dressed manually was a good deal more complicated with some of the moisture still clinging to her skin. She was at least awake now, and the clothes were certainly easier to put on than they had been to find. It was a simple outfit, but she liked it for that very reason. There was no point in dressing up to go drink by oneself, and she looked good in it regardless. Though this was thought without the conceit that most people would associate with it. She didn’t really care for anything on her face beyond eyeliner and a smudge of mascara, her fingers making quick work of applying both before satisfied with the results. Her ears still head the accumulation of rings from the night before, and she hadn’t cared enough to get any extra jewelry while she’d been in the dorms. Casting a quick look in the mirror she threw her bag over her shoulder, heading out of the bathroom and out of the castle all together. Thank God for already being seventeen, otherwise she’d have to go a good deal further. The thought was barely accompanied as she left the giant front gates of the castle, her eyes slipping to the bag at her side momentarily. She had forgotten to send everything back up to her dorm, but the money in the bottom was well covered by everything else anyways. And it wasn’t like she’d be paying anytime soon. She fought the urge to close her eyes while walking, her annoyance with how frenetic everything this morning had been coming through into her thoughts. There really hadn’t been much thought put into her decision, and everything had been done almost zombie like after it. She’d have to remedy that later, though she doubted her analytical nature would let her put up with much more of it anyways. Plus, she didn’t need to think much while she was drinking. That was always a high point of it. Though such things were easier to be left un-discussed, and unthought-of of.
It hadn’t taken her very long to reach Hogsmeade, though she was a bit surprised when she looked up and was in the area. Her brows drew down just slightly to furrow, though she easily smoothed it out quickly, trying to think of where the drinks sounded better today. The Hogs Head was completely unappealing, saved instead for nights when she didn’t want to see anyone. And today was not night, nor did it fall under that category. The Three Broomsticks was usually too littered with people for her tastes, though she doubted anyone would really be there at this hour. She’d barely finished that train of thought before she was in front of it, turning into the doors slowly, letting her eyes adjust to the low lighting compared to the outside. She was wrong, there were a few people already in, she let her eyes wander over them before she stepped fully in, letting the door behind her close. She had been right in the sense that there weren’t many… but still. She sighed, nodding her head at a group playing cards,she didn’t know them exactly, but they seemed to think they knew her. Ridiculous kids, but there was no sense in being outright rude. She made her way slowly to the bar, her eyes running over the only person sitting there. Now him, she at least knew who he was. A year ahead of her, and Gryffindor, but that couldn’t always be helped. Aiden something, she knew she had him in a few classes, or at least she thought she did. She had at least. She shook her head softly as she sat a seat away from him, further from the door, closer to the back in her line of thinking, as her eyes slid away. It didn’t matter, and anyways her thoughts were still a little muzzy. She didn’t have to wait long before the bartender made his way over to her, his inquisitive look the only prompt she needed. “Whiskey. Straight.” Her voice came out a little strained, still light as usual, though it was a bit more difficult than she remembered, this talking business. The room was warm, the presence of her jacket far more pressing than it had been outside. She shrugged out of it softly, her bare arms met with the cool air left over from her entrance, however it wasn’t cold enough to put it back on. Her elbows went on the bar as she leant forward slightly, her mind absorbed as she waited for the delivery of her drink.
