<div class="floatleft">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l521/ElliMichi/Evanminiavatar.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Evan Rosier (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=135254.msg6056566#msg6056566)<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Bisexual<br/><strong>Bloodtype:</strong>Pureblood<br/><strong>Wand:</strong>10", Willow, Veela Hair Core (http://www.wizardingworldgifts.com/sites/default/files/Willow-Wand-Wood.gif)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>This (http://www.polyvore.com/evan_rosier/set?id=46144270)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Outside Malfoy Manor, heading inside<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Everyone at the Manor<br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>The man sighed softly as he reread the letter he'd gotten a week ago from his old mentor.<br/><br/><em>Evan,<br/><br/>Come join me in Japan. Your talents are wasted in such a place like England anymore. Come here where the dark arts are still honored so well among the wizarding community. Those pitiful relics called Death Eaters are just clinging to a hopeless cause. Voldemort was a moron. He knew not what he was doing. Ideas such as his cannot be forced so easily on the world. They must be eased into. Look at how much territory my group has managed to gain and hold onto since it started a hundred years ago. Voldemort wanted everything at once and look what happened to him. You're too smart for that.<br/><br/>You and I both know that no one can give you the agony you desire. Hisashiburini zetsubou shitéyo. Majide. I know you must feel the same way. Come join me.</em><br/><br/>Where there should have been a signature was instead a smear of blood. Part of him wanted to respond to say he would be there any moment, but he knew he couldn't. England was his home and as much as he knew he would enjoy his time in Japan with his mentor, it wasn't for him. As accepting as Mabou had been, he knew others there wouldn't be. They would see him as some sort of toy for Mabou and for them to push around. And he also knew that the moment one of them pushed him, he wouldn't just push back. He would kill. If he did that, Mabou would have no choice but to kill him by their gang laws.<br/><br/>He'd yet to respond because he wasn't sure if he would be welcomed here yet or not. He'd taken part in the Battle of Hogwarts, but had not told anyone he was there. He'd simply been a part of the masses of people fighting and then slipped away when it was over. He doubted his mother had told anyone of his return, but only because she was practically out of her mind these days and called him by his father's name. As for his father, he was sure the man's corpse was rotting in the ground outside of Azkaban by now. His response to Mabou really depended on how this next interaction went.<br/><br/>Would the people that he once hung out with accept him again? Did they think he was dead or that he'd run away? Either way, they were about to meet an Evan Rosier that was much different from what he'd been as a young adult. He was more refined now and knew what he wanted. There was no more hesitating in his actions, other than with Mabou, and he regretted nothing. He wasn't simply the child of a Death Eater in some pure blood family. He was Evan Rosier, nick named Evan the Piercer by his group in America.<br/><br/>As the tall man shoved the semi-romantic letter into his pants pocket, he stood outside the back kitchen door to Malfoy Manor. He was ready to kick the door in and announce himself to the whole place, despite the early time of day. Before he could get his foot in the air to do as he planned, a window smashed and he stared at it in shock. Evan heard some rather strange fighting going on inside and someone call out that Lucius had a broken window.<br/><br/>Shaking his head, he raised his wand this time,<strong>"<em>Bombarda</em>!"</strong>the door blew off it's hinges and he waited for the small dusting to disappear before stepping in,<strong>"Tell 'im he's got a smashed door as well."</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Translation: "It's been a while since I wanted to despair. Really."