Post by Evan Marcos Rosier on Mar 4, 2021 8:02:11 GMT
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Evan Marcos Rosier
HISTORY Mother: Hilda Silva Rosier, 50, pureblood Father: Evan Rhys Rosier Sr, 57, CEO of Rosier, pureblood Siblings: Rhys Rosier, as spicy as a bag of flour, bleh, 5th year something or other, pureblood Partners: None, currently Others: Eh. No one worth mentioning. Boggart: The family company being investigated and his dad throwing him under the Knight Bus. He gets arrested, thrown in Azkaban and his complexion goes to hell, to hell, damnit! Mirror of Erised: Himself with a successful modelling career. Patronus: No patronus, but it would be something graceful and amazing. Probably a swan … Evan was the first born child to Hilda Silva and Evan Rosier Sr. He was loved and showered with affection by his mother while his father never really had the time to be a family man, Evan Sr. was always away on business, working hard to build the Rosier fortune. While they were a Sacred 28 family and their line was one of the purist, Evan Sr’s father had been a second born and had not inherited the family gold, but he’d had enough to start his own business and it was strong enough to take off. The import/export business was very lucrative, especially when you dealt in illegal goods. Not that our darling Evan Jr. would know anything about that … Evan became a big brother when he was 7. Rhys was the nosiest thing that Evan had ever had the displeasure of having to deal with and there were a few times where Evan took Rhys outside and left him there. His mother was a hot-blooded Brazilian who would yell at him in Portuguese, scaring the ever living daylights out of him. He grew up bilingual but his mother would only ever yell at him in Portuguese, naturally Rhys was a mamma’s boy and never got into any sort of trouble, but Evan just thinks that’s because he lacks a personality. At the age of 11 Evan was off to Hogwarts. He was sorted into Slytherin alongside long-time friend, Finley something-or-other, at that age Evan hadn’t bothered with surnames, but he learnt pretty early on in his Hogwarts years to take note of surnames, some families needed to be avoided or spat on. Evan has always had a flare for the dramatics and likes to make sure that he looks good in all that he does, he won’t go anywhere without his comb and a little bronzer, fluorescent lights are his worst enemy, thankfully there was none of that at Hogwarts, although the lighting was always dismal, particularly in the dungeons, which was terrible because that was where he spent most of his time, but that didn’t stop him from pulling the ladies and the guys. Evan did very well during his time at Hogwarts and still does well to this day. School was a breeze for Evan, he had a natural ability to just absorb knowledge. He was many a teacher’s pet and a total suck-up. He was a know it all that boasted top grades. In his fifth year he became the Slytherin male Prefect, and it was just as well, somebody needed to make the house of the great Salazar Slytherin look good and the duty fell upon his perfectly sculpted shoulders. In his seventh year Evan became Head Boy, which had not been a surprise to him, but he sure acted like it when he got his letter in the summer holidays. He organised a large celebration of him, which was by far the greatest party to have ever been thrown, it’s just fact. After graduating from Hogwarts Evan was shown the ropes of the family business. He hated it. He got it, he understood how it all worked and what not, but import and export? Really? No, his face was longed for the world. Evan charmed his way into a job as a model but it was short lived, while he was the most handsome fellow you could ever want to see, he was too short. His dreams were dashed and he fell back into the family business. He hates it but it’s better than getting what he calls ‘a real job’ and at least it holds his interests. Still, life is a little on the dull side for Evan. HIs parents have made mention that it’s time for him to start looking for a wife, something that terrifies him. What if he doesn’t want a wife? Well he needs one for a legitimate heir, and he swears there is no way his younger brother is getting his un-moisturised hands on the family company, so he’s resigned himself to a wife, but that doesn’t mean that all his fun will come to an end, definitely not! He’s still young and there are plenty of countries that still need exploring, if you know what I mean. OOC  Play By: Gavin Leatherwood Your Alias: Coco! Pronouns: Why you always so damned nosey? Age: Practically a baby. Other Characters: Shhh… Where did you find us: At the bottom of a love potion. |
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