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| [size=0][font=georgia]•• the name's [b]name.[/b] •• i'm a [b]age[/b] year old [b]gender[/b], living it up in [b]location, can be just time zone or country or state[/b]. •• i've rped for [b]time[/b] and i've had [b]amount of admin experience[/b] of admin fun •• i [b]can or can't[/b] make graphics. you should check it out by clicking [url=][b]this (insert link of sample pieces)[/b][/url] •• describe yourself. [b]yep, that's me.[/b] •• i think an admin should [b]something you think admins should do or you find important as an admin[/b]. •• i like to use [b]favourite play bys.[/b] as my masks. •• i usually like to play [b]favourite characters[/b] in the marauders era. •• this is how i roll: [quote]role play sample inserted here.[/quote][/font][/size] |
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| The day had started way too early for Evan Rosier. He had been up all night long drinking at a friends house, trying to forget all his worries and drinking his rage away. And of course, this was never a good combination when you had to go to work at 6:30 AM. Like almost every other work morning, Evan came to the Ministry red-eyed and with a pounding headache. The headache was the worse, first Evan would Apparate into the main entrance of the Ministry where it was just bustling with wizards causing a lot of unwanted noise and shoving him to get by. But being in the Department of Mysteries was equally as bad because it was so damn quite and it was just him, his pain and his thoughts. And Evan Rosier's thoughts were dangerous things. Crazy things mulled through his brain, thoughts of murder, torture and death. He was in fact a Death Eater, one that very little people knew about. He worked hard to keep his identity secret but lately, Evan was ready to quit his job at the Ministry and just be a Death Eater full time. It was fun so why not? Working at the Ministry seemed pointless. Although it was fun to listen to others talk about what they were doing to stop the Death Eaters, there was enough Death Eaters in the Ministry that he didn't even have to be there. If he quit, he could just party, pillage and plunder all night and sleep all day. It sounded like a heavenly dream. Hours passed by painfully from the Department of Mysteries. Evan watched the clock more that morning than he did work. Finally though, it was lunch time and Evan could leave the Ministry for a good hour and no one would even notice his absence. After all, it was his lunch time and Evan decided to go where he always went for lunch: he went to Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor in Diagon Alley. It was only a short Apparation away and Evan was happy again. Florean was standing at the ice cream counter when Evan came in the glass door, the bell chiming overhead to announce his arrival. The bell was unneeded though for it became habit for Evan to come to the ice cream parlor for lunch and Florean could depend on the Evan's patronage every day. He only missed lunch at Fortescue's when he didn't work or was invited elsewhere with colleagues or friends. Evan went to the ice cream counter and ordered his favourite hang-over remedy that Florean seemed to make just for him. "Chocolate frog coffee ice cream float, please." Evan said politely. Oddly enough, he was nice to Florean because the man never did anything wrong to him. He just did his job so Evan never had to yell at the man. He had even added coffee to the chocolate frog ice cream float at Evan's request...and bribery. When Florean slid the float across the counter and Evan laid out the sickels. He tipped an imaginary hat and went to his usual seat by the window. For all Evan knew, Florean Fortescue knew his secret identity. It was entirely possible as Evan often entertained friends and Death Eater's at his parlor. Evan's friends lacked discretion and Evan remembered buying shakes for everyone at the parlor one day because he had a rather successful night with a few other Death Eaters who were with him in the parlor the following day. If Florean knew, he didn't say anything. He probably knew what was best for him. But oddly enough, Florean showed no indication that he knew anything about Evan's outings. Sometimes Evan could tell if a shopkeeper knew anything about what he did by the shake of their hand as they handed him his change and yet, Florean didn't tremor when giving change. Evan took a few sips of his float and smiled, it's concoction already seeming to do the trick for his headache began to shrink immediately. He took out the Daily Prophet, laid it out on the table and began to read. It seemed like he was a star today because there was his work on the front page, the brutal torture and murder of some Ministry clerk and his family. Of course, Evan wasn't mentioned at all but those deaths had been his handiwork and the work of a few of his fellow Death Eaters. Evan smiled to himself just as the doorbell rang. He didn't bother to look up, he just flipped the page and read the rest of the story. Rosier didn't even look up until he heard the chair on the other side of the table scrape out. That caught his attention and forced him to raise his head. |