Aramis Rosier

Full Name: Aramis Rosier
Gender: male
Birthday: 7th Dec. 2003
Age: 11
Blood: pureblood
Birth Place: London
Nationality: English


Family:The Rosier family was rather well-known for being faithful followers of the latest Dark lord, Voldemort. But even before these more recent events, they have always been following the dark ways, mingling with dark creatures of all kinds. Aramis and his older brother Ikarus are the sons of a vampire and have inherited this bloodthirsty nature.

History: Aramis is the younger brother of Ikarus Rosier and has been trained by him and their father to control his vampire urges. He also learned early how to fight with all kinds of weapons and is a master with a sword and bow. When Aramis was five years old, he was bitten by a werewolf, but his vampire nature helps him control his change a little better than normal werewolves can, yet he still can’t prevent his body from changing under the full moon.


Appearance: Aramis is very tall for his age and, as is typical for vampires, has a very pale complexion. He has very light, but expressive blue eyes and dark brown hair which is slightly curly. Due to his training, he is muscled and strong, though still rather on the thin side.

Personality: Aramis is a highly intelligent individual, with a sharp sense of observation. He often uses his deductions to manipulate the people around him to do as he pleases and most people tend to be frightened of him. He likes to be on his own and prefers to stand in the shadows, watching and waiting till his time has come. Aramis usually acts polite, but the coldness in his voice makes his contempt for those he considers inferior to him quite clear. And yet, he can be very charming if he so pleases and to the few friends he considers worthy, he is utterly loyal to.


With barely a sound the neck of the little girl snapped beneath his hand and her lifeless body fell limply to the wet ground. Icy blue eyes barely spared her a glance before the tall figure of the young man started to stroll past, down the road and into the next side alley. Aramis was in no hurry, neither the police nor the aurors  would arrive in time to catch him and there was no need for pointless running. It would only attract attention which was something he did not care for in the least. One pale hand reached up to wipe away the blood on his mouth and he smirked without the slightest hint of humour. Humans were so weak.

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