Rosier, Evan

[Evan Rosier]

Behind the Character

[/b] The one and only Chelly. ((Well, Chelsea really. But no one calls me that))
Contact: Aim-WatchMeFllAprt08 MSN- [e-mail]
Roleplay Experience: Since I was like, ten. >.< [/ul]

Basics

[/b] Evan Blake Rosier
Nicknames: Blakey by his mother. Call him that, and he will kill you.
Age: Seventeen
Birthday: September twenty-fourth.
Year: Seventh
House: Slytherin[/ul]

Physical

[/b]Reaching a tall height of six foot two, Evan can look very intimidating. Add the small scowl he is usually found wearing, and he's just plain scary. His skin is usually a light tan, nothing too dark. He doesn't go out of his way to tan, it just comes naturally when he's outside. The tan of his body contrasting with the chesnut gold of his short, usually spiked in the front, hair. He is pretty muscular, weighing in at around 185. Nothing exactly too spectacular, right?

Wrong. His body looks may be only average, but his facial was something to behold. He's a guy one would call handsome, a square chisled chin and defined cheek bones. Carefully kept along his jaw is a light five o'clock shadow. Most his age shave all the way, but he thinks it makes him look older. His eyes, the most beautiful and also mysterious thing about him, were a deep olive green, randomly flecked with honey and gold.
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Mental

[/b]Fitting in with his family name, Evan also fits in well with his house. Slytherin. Though he is extremely quiet, he is very sneaky. He uses his looks and charming smile to manipulate people to do his will, though it isnt really his fault. Living in a house with a bunch of Slytherin, he was just brought up that way. And could you imagine? His father is proud of the way he's turned out. Distant, bitter, and quiet.

On the other hand, of course, he is a very fierce and loyal friend. Many people see Slytherin's as people who are just out for themselves, which in a round about way they are, but they have real friends too. And if they trust them enough to let them get close, they are deeply loyal. Which is why when any of his friends have a problem, they come to him. They know that he wouldn't bad mouth them to gain anything.
Likes:
-The color green
-Flying
-Girls
-His mother, though he would never admit it to his friends.
-Outside, in the sun.
-Girls
Dislikes:
-Gryffindors
-People who don't know their place.
-Muggleborns
-The color red. He hates it.
-The forest. Though he would never admit it, the place creeps him out
Patronus: White Tiger
Talents:
-Flying
-Charming girls
-Being an ass nicely. Meaning, he can be extremely rude but seem so nice while doing it, you don't even know it's happening.
Boggart: His disapproving father
Life Goals: [at least five things][/ul]

Family

[/b] Father-
Christopher James Rosier
Mother-
Ashley Lynn Rosier
Siblings: None
Personal History: What is there to say about the background of Evan Rosier? Well, let's start when he was born. Being the first born, by many years, he was spoiled for awhile. Around the age of thirteen, when his sister's were born, not only was he not the only child anymore, all of a sudden so much more was asked from him. Now, he was the oldest, and the only boy. His father, being very hell-bent on his ways, has since drilled into his skull that purebloods were important. His father had also become extremely strict, though Evan would never blame his beloved little sisters. Most likely, when he is older, he will have an arranged marriage just like his parents.

Which, you would think Evan wouldn't mind, the way he was brought up. But, secretly he's read books about the way marriages are supposed to be. About love, and candles, and romance, and chocolate, and all that. Though he would never say any of this to his father, as he is deathly afraid of him. Now, what is the young Rosier to do? [/ul]

Other

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The shadow of night covered the grounds as a boy of seventeen walked briskly towards the dark trees. It was past curfew, and the forest was off limits, but he could honestly care less. Wrapping his black cloak tightly around him, he entered the barriar of trees. The forest was quiet, and smelled of fresh dirt and leaves. Having gotten past where he could be seen, the boy now took his time walking. He watched the trees carefully, his emotionless silver gaze taking in each different kind, and markings only his trained eyes would see.

There's the Pine with the L shaped branch.
There's the little fern with half of it's leaves picked off.

No one else would care what these trees looked like, but he had a mission. He was out here for a reason. He had to keep reminding himself that, or he'd get side tracked and just watch all the trees. They had a way of entrancing the young man, though he wasn't sure why.

Finding a certain tree, a unusually high pine, he felt around the trunk, the bark rough beneath his finger tips. There. He pulled open a small door, grabbing the piece of paper carelessly stuck inside. His platinum blond hair whipped in his eyes as he tried to read the paper in the pale moonlight.

Walk straight until you hit the first tree, turn left.
A pine with two bushes on each side, two over from the first tree.
Knock three times, and wait.

Rolling his eyes, he thought to himself.
Why couldn't they just keep it in the same place? No one in their right mind comes out here, especially at night.

Sighing, he stuck the paper in his robe. Taking one good look around, he memorized the circle of trees. It'd help him get back to the castle later. Finally deciding he had everything set, he followed the papers directions. Getting to the tree, he breathed deeply. He was ready for this. He reached out and knocked, hard, three times on the bark. It sounded hollow. A small space opened, shining light into his eyes.

"Who are you, and what is your business?"

A gruff voice asked, and all the boy saw was a pair of chocolate eyes.

He knew he didn't have to tell his business, because it was none of the man's. All he said was his name.

"Draco Malfoy."

Anything Else: -admin edit-
Evan is practically my dream man.
I would jump him in a second if I met anybody like him in real life.
Random fact...[/ul]