Evan Roser

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OOC:
Name: Jen
Age: 25+
Pronouns: She/Her
Timezone: EST
Triggers: None
Activity level: So much activity that your head will explode.
Other: I'm always gonna be down with Thestrals.

IC:

First preference: Evan Rosier
Second preference: :x
Reason for choosing this character: I am REALLY into writing death eaters. I can't really explain why I like them so much. I think it's because I always believe that in order to be so inherently 'bad', there has to be some really heavy psychological baggage in play here. The deep seeded damage undoubtedly dumped upon these kids by their parents and their familial legacies twists them into these barely recognizable husks of human beings. Granted, I'm sure that playing an order member has it's own perks. But I've never really felt the urge to portray one.
That being said! I'm usually a huge fan of the Lucius Malfoy portrayal. But I wanted to try something different. A dark heart who spends less of his time in the spotlight, I think. That's really what I was looking for when I chose Evan.

Face claim: Taylor Kitcsh would actally be my DREAM cast for Evan, please. If not I might enjoy Charlie Hunnam.

Any changes: None changes. Everything looks real good.

Traits:
[ + Loyal ] Some might say loyal to a fault. When you're in to something deep enough, and your laurels are constantly being tested, you need to have people at your side that you can trust completely. Without that loyalty, the things that you do aren't always going to feel like they're right.
[ + Honest ] Like loyalty, honesty is one of the cardinal traits. Everything that comes out of Evans mouth (to the appropriate people) is (at least) some form of the truth. The man is not a fan of having to lie to get what he wants, and if that means that he needs to physically create a version of the truth that didn't previously exist... So be it.
[ + Reticent ] There are people who might consider his quiet nature to be a flaw, but not Evan, and not the people who are closest to him. The ability to keep his mouth shut is a special ability that many people do not possess. He's constantly using it to his advantage - and so are the other members of the DE.
[ - Wily ] Evan is especially skilled at gathering information where it seemingly does not exist. It's not always with words that he gains his edge, but sometimes with physical force. Be it his tongue, hands, or a weapon, there is nothing that Evan will not do to get what he needs.
[ - Bitter ] There are some days when he's not sure what cause he is or should be fighting for. These days are clearly evident when his attitude is off kilter. He's apprehensive; argumentative with anyone who tries to engage with him. If you had been dealt the same hand that Evan had, you might have days like these, too.
[ - Inhospitable ] It's not easy to get close to Evan Rosier. In fact, if he hasn't already met you or accepted you in to his life, there is a good chance you're not going to find a way in. There are exceptions to every rule, of course. But his paranoia and monosighted nature make it nearly impossible to align ones self with the man.

Biography: Evan didn't have the easiest childhood. He worked both endlessly and tirelessly in his attempts to please his parents. This was evident in almost everything he did with his life, including his choice to continue his families legacy in the ranks of the sacred twenty-eight. What his father demanded from him was total excellence. For him to bring honor to their name and everything that it stood for. So Evan became the child, the son, the MAN that Nigel Rosier commanded him to be. It was hard work, but Evan had everything to prove. The resentment that he began to feel toward his father was both inadvertent and insignificant. It affected his life in ways that he wouldn't come to realize until he was much older. When all of the things he'd done in his name were too far gone to be taken back.

He'd learned to use both violence and fear as tools. They were a means to an end, or at the very least, a contribution to the bigger picture. Purity. Elitism. <i>Loyalty</i>. Three things that Evan was tought would bring him the most satisfaction in his life. For a long time he accepted this -- doting on the ideas that Nigel drilled into his head. That there would be no room for traitors to their race in the world they were creating; and there was no space for those who were lukewarm or flippant in their beliefs. Evans loyalty knew no bounds, and soon he was taking on the weight of the destruction that happened at the behest of the elders. Torture. Destruction. <i>Death</i>. His hands were soaked in the blood of his enemies.

Or at least, that is what he was led to believe.

Evan wasn't unintelligent by any means. He did well as a boy in school, although he remained quiet and impenetrable through the majority of his years. His silence was widely mistaken for ineptitude, when in reality it allowed him to slip undetected through shadows and circles with which he might not otherwise be allowed. In fact, it wasn't until his betrothed had ultimately betrayed their organization that Evan started to question the fundamentals of their cause. In silence, he pondered morality -- if Andromeda couldn't get behind what they were fighting for, did that make it wrong? She was a beacon of light in a dark and dingy castle, and for a while, Evan began to question everything that he knew.

That was, until a mudblood attacked his parents in London.

Nigel survived thanks to his ability to conjure up nonverbal magic on a whim. Lenore had not been so lucky. Even grieved for his mother wholeheartedly, understanding that this emotional vulnerability could be perceived as weakness. He didn't care. Not until his father demanded justice for his murdered wife. Justice that needed to come at the hands of his only son. Evan wouldn't be made aware of his fathers hand in the death of Lenore until years later, when the indignation of his anger was absolute.

It was a mistake when he was young for people to assume that he was harmless, and to underestimate him now would undoubtedly be fatal.

Para sample or previous rp experience:
[http://bloodletting.org/forums/forum_posts.php?topicID=24993b37c68c2c8ca1fad213d1c3c0a8472ab] (As Jameson Orlav) An exerpt;
There's an underlying task that lay dormant in the back of Jameson's mind. In a way, everything he did orbited around the assignment he had been given when she first turned him. And for many months he worked as coherently as possible to make things harder on himself than they needed to be. The new vampire had almost succeeded at killing his wife. Had nearly ripped off her head in the nursery where their child lay sleeping just feet away. Jameson tore into her neck, steadfast and lacking conscience, fully aware of the repercussions should he fail and the consequences should he succeed.

Elouise managed to to save herself that night. But Moscow had fallen, and so did everything that they'd built together.

Time passed faster than it ever had. Months felt like minutes, and for someone who was virtually ageless, it felt like a blessing. Distance was forming between himself and the life that he had shoved behind. The safest thing he could have done for Logan and for Elouise was to force them into hiding. In the darkness, he could do them no physical harm, though mental anguish he had surely brought upon his wife was undoubtedly catastrophic.

The vampire himself would choose to live his life with the same anguish. There were no days that he woke up and decided it would be better to turn off the way he felt. The proverbial switch that existed inside of him which would give him total control over whether or not he wanted to actively participate in feeling. He would always participate. Every single day, the same way that Elouise would wake up and feel the pain of betrayal by the man who was supposed to protect her.

That's how it was. Until parts of Jameson had become so beat down and stomped on that they were nearly unrecognizable, even to himself. The feelings and emotions that he clung too were subject to the same massive onslaught of havoc and destruction that the people around him were.

What was left of Jameson was a shell.

Roughly half of the population agreed that it was better that way. The other half would never experience the world as a better place. Without the disease of the un-dead. The place he wanted to help create.

That dream was dead, and so was everyone that Jameson ever loved.
Literally.


Anything else: Nothing for now!