Vergil Rosier

[Vergil Rosier]

ROSIER, VERGIL ANTOINE.

FULL NAME. Vergil Antoine Rosier
NICKNAMES. N/A
BIRTHDATE. 11/13
AGE Nineteen
BLOOD Pureblood
HOUSE PREFERENCE Ravenclaw or Slytherin
CANON OR ORIGINAL? Original

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HAIR&EYES Vergil has inherited his father's dark brown hair which he has neatly cut to neck length and combed to frame his face. His eyes are also dark brown but come from his mother's side, in dim light they can appear to be unnaturally black due to their shade. Vergil also wears glasses.
HEIGHT&WEIGHT Vergil is tall at 6'4" like his father but with a build on the slimmer side like his mother, clearly built for speed rather than strength.
FACE CLAIM Ben Barnes

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LIKES
Pursuit of knowledge; "I crave it. I need it. Sometimes I dream I gain it, yet awaken to find I still must."
Cigars; "Nozhing beats a cigar at zhe end of zhe day."
Lollipops; "Yes. I 'ave a lollipop. Why are you staring at me as zhough I'm zhe crazy one?"
Quiet walks; "Nozhing is better for reflecting on 'ow life is unfolding."
Duelling; "You 'ave offended my honour. En garde!"
DISLIKES
Cats; "Get zhat zhing away from me! I 'ave terrible allergies!"
Stupid people; "Oh, please shut up. You are 'urting my 'ead wizh your stupidity."
Pointless bloodshed; "You 'ave made a mess. Clean it up, you idiot."
Coffee; "Pah! What is zhis disgusting stuff?"
Cheaters; "Play fair! It is only polite, you barbarian."
BOGGART Ghost of his mother.
MIRROR OF ERISED Vergil is in possession of great power and riches.
PATRONUS Vergil's patronus is a wolf, brought on by the fact his mother always said he had 'wolf eyes'.
PERSONALITY

Vergil is an alert and attentive individual, with a charming smile for anyone he considers worthwhile, but only a cold shoulder for those he does not. Most of his time is spent throwing himself wholly into his studies, both in the subjects he had chosen to take as well as certain extra-curriculur subjects some could consider borderline taboo. His thirst for knowledge of rarely sated and he will actively go out of his way to seek an answer to a question that has arisen in his studies, as they tend to nag on him and in the most severe cases disrupt his sleep.

He is a tentative believer in the superiority of those of pure blood, though his views are not taken to the utmost extreme he does believe that muggleborns may be inferior in power. Because their magical powers are impossible to argue he strives to understand how muggleborns receive their gifts, knowing fully well it is impossible to steal magic he delves into the subject privately fairly often. Vergil is not above having muggleborn friends and has even found some to be engaging individuals, he takes care not to voice his semi-elitist opinions to these acquaintances or 'friends'.

Vergil has a darker side, a mean streak would be an understatement as behind the charming smile he wears, there beats the heart of person who would happily kill to meet his own ends. He would not do so would necessary reason, however, but what necessary reason is to him is a bit of a mystery. He could also be considered a bit of a snob, which is something he will never deny, even calling some more brutish types barbarians or other slurs. Family loyalty is something important to Vergil, to the point that if anyone in his family were to betray the family on a whole, he would end them without hesitation.

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BIRTHPLACE Strasbourg, Alsace, France
PARENTS
Cristofer Rosier, father, pureblood, wizarding librarian.
Catherine Rosier, mother, half-blood, healer, deceased.
SIBLINGS
Alice Rosier, twin sister, pureblood, attends Beauxbatons.
OTHER
Alexandre Rosier, uncle, pureblood, death eater, deceased.
HISTORY

Vergil was born in Strasbourg, France as the eldest son of a french traditionalist pureblood family, the Rousseaus. His family operated very traditionally, in that the head of the family was literally head of the family, making him in charge so to speak - this was Vergil's father Cristofer. Vergil was raised with a loving, but firm hand by his father and an adoring affection by his mother. He and his twin, Alice, were spoiled in their early life and more or less got exactly what they wanted. Vergil was made to study at an earlier age than Alice, being the one expected to head the Rousseau family after his father passes.

Tragedy struck the family when at nine years of age, Vergil's mother died of a long lingering illness. Having been a mommy's boy growing up, Vergil was crushed by her loss and kept having nightmares of her ghost, nightmare that would fade later in life but still remain a heavy factor in the back of his mind. His father saw his growing up with these issues and decided he needed to be sent away to calm his mind, and just to be away from the home where he could only be plagued by memories of his mother. At eleven he was sent to live with his uncle in England so he could attend Hogwarts, while his sister was sent to Beauxbatons.

To say that Vergil found it hard to fit into Hogwarts would be an understatement. His accent meant he was of course teased a bit, but also his being naturally french meant he had to pay real attention in classes to get all of the information, making him anti-social and an apparent 'teacher's pet'. His need to listen so hard faded over the years of course, and his accent softened somewhat as he grey used to pronouncing certain english words, but the accent would remain prevalent. Vergil grew close to few people over his years at Hogwarts, preferring to study alone and finding himself spending most of his time in the library and constantly vying to be allowed entry into the forbidden section.

During the summer before Vergil's seventh year the young man came across a shocking discovery, when he found out that his uncle was actually one of the death eaters serving the reborn Lord Voldemort. He had been skeptical of the Potter boy's claims, but knowing his uncle was serving the dark lord both proved the claims to be true and enraged Vergil beyond reason. The family were strict, to follow Voldemort his uncle needed the permission of his father, meaning the entire family would follow the dark lord. Waiting at home for his uncle, Vergil coldly ended his life as was his family duty - his uncle had not seen it coming.

After burning the body to remove all evidence of his actions, being seventeen at the time and thus not having the trace, nobody knew what he had done and he returned to Hogwarts with no sign of remorse of behavioural change due to his actions. He informed his father in a letter of what he had done, though he made it cryptic and ensured he used a writing code his father would understand, they had used codes in his early studies as a little game. His father wrote back with a long letter, and at the bottom wrote simply, 'PS. Well done, son.'

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NAME/ALIAS Brett
OTHER CHARACTERS Maximilian Porell, Isaan A'vron
RP EXPERIENCE? Several previous RP forums both as a member and later staff, much off-forum RP with groups via the use of chatrooms and online games over the past decade. Plus my experience here already with my established characters.
RP SAMPLE.

The old grandfather clock ticked loudly in the corner. Vergil was sat in his favourite arm chair, he and his uncle had sat across from one another and had many engaging conversations, truthfully he liked his uncle and that made it difficult. Quietly the young man took a sip from his glass of scotch, staring into fireplace where a cosy fire crackled welcomingly for when his uncle returned from work. Or he supposed he wasn't really coming home from work, he was probably returning from some duty performed for the dark lord, instead of doing his duty as a member of the Rousseau family.

Vergil's knuckles turned while as he gripped his glass in anger at this thought, but he loosened it when he felt the glass might be at breaking point if he held on any longer. The front door opening out in the hall, he finished his scotch and placed the glass down on the small table beside his chair. His uncle entered the room after removing his shoes and putting his coat up on the stand in the entrance hall, taking his chair opposite his nephew and smiling at him. Vergil gave him a smile, just like he always would, as though nothing was at all wrong.

"'Ello uncle," he said, in greeting. "'Ow was your day?"

"It was fine," Alexandre replied, his accent much more english than his nephew's at this point.

The pair looked at one another. Vergil was sure it had been fine, he had probably served the so called dark lord well, but in serving him he was betraying their family. His uncle frowned at his nephew's calculating face, he could not guess what was truly causing it and likely thought something was wrong. "What is on your mind, Vergil?" he asked, showing concern in his face for his nephew's well-being.

"I discovered somezhing about someone I zhought I knew well," he explained, careful not to look at his uncle pointedly to give the game away. "I feel betrayed, but I am unsure 'ow to approach zhem about it."

"Ah," his uncle mused, placing a hand on his chin thoughtfully as he tried to think of an answer for him. "Well, you should be upfront. If you care for them enough, I am sure they will understand."

Vergil's lips curled into a cold smile, "I am glad you understand zhen, uncle."

Suddenly he raised his wand and his uncle had no time to react, as he uttered the vilest words known to wizarding kind, "Avada Kedavra." The jet of green light hit his uncle and he slumped in his chair, dead instantly as was the point of the killing curse. Vergil placed his wand on the table next to his chair, pulled the top off the scotch bottle and poured himself a new one, lifting it to his lips and taking a sip. He would deal with his uncle's body soon by burning it, and hiding the ashes. But for now he needed a drink, he sat unphased by the body across from him.

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