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| User: | lanselot (235917) |
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| Name: | lanselot | |||||||||
| E-mail: | britjannor@gmail.com | |||||||||
| Bio: | Full Name: Lansing Rosier Nicknames: Lanse (to close friends), though he normally goes by Rosier. Age/Birthday: 46 / November 10, 1955 House and Years Attended: Slytherin (though Ravenclaw was a close second choice) from 1967-1974 Blood Status: Pure Occupation: Medical researcher, former St. Mungo's healer, on-call healer for any death eater injuries Alliance: Himself, first and foremost, but following along with Voldemort has almost always coincided with that need for self-preservation, so his alliance lies on the darker end of things. Status in Society: Boggart: Complete loss of control Patronus: boar Personality: For the most part, Lansing is a brash person. He doesn't soften his words for any reason unless he's speaking to his daughter. He's intelligent, sometimes infuriatingly calm. He rarely loses his temper, and when he does, there is a good reason for it. He insults people for the smallest of transgressions and he never compliments. He's equally as hard on himself as he is on others. He is singlemindedly focused on things, and often becomes obsessive over a certain topic. The most irritating thing, in his opinion, is a stupid person. He can be a know-it-all and is often impulsive, though in hidsight he spends hours thinking things over and how he could have done things differently. He's logical, tries to rationalize even the most abstract topics. He thinks there is an answer to every question, and sees no excuse for failure. He's persistant and doesn't give up without a hell of a fight on anything. To most he seems impersonal and hard, though he is truthfully far kinder than most of the others within the dark lord's ranks. That kindness it just difficult to find. With his daughter, he is another person entirely. He is constantly amazed by her, and has patience to spare while with others he would completely lack it. He's also immensely protective of her, an instinct usually reserved for self-preservation. Strengths: Intelligence, practicality, logic Weaknesses: His daughter, impulsiveness, thinking he's always right, disdain for others. Family and Friends (list relationships with them): FATHER: Evan Rosier MOTHER: Anita Rosier BROTHER: Vallis Rosier (three years older) DAUGHTER: Dahlia Rosier, age 6 Appearance: Lansing Rosier, is, in a word, distinguished. It isn't as if he puts a lot of effort into it. The man doesn't shave unless absolutely necessary, so a salt-and-pepper beard, trimmed short, frames the lower half of his face. His eyes are clear blue and his hair has not begun to fall out at all at this point in his life. His face has become lined with signs of aging, particularly along his forehead from a lifetime of deep thought and frowning frequently. He has the money to dress impeccably, but he rarely does, opting instead for comfortable robes and casual clothing, even at work. His gaze is often cold and his lips are often pressed together in a frown. Sexuality: Straight Achievements: The days of OWLs and NEWTs are far in the past, but Lansing performed excellently on all of his exams, earning some of the highest marks in his years. He is especially adept at potions and charms, though herbology is also a talent. He played Quidditch for the house team as seeker from his fourth through seventh years at school, but never considered it as a career path. He began healer training straight away after graduation, and over the years climbed the ranks at St. Mungos until he dealt in a more administrative capacity. Hobbies: Reading, listening to music, playing the piano. Biography: Lansing Rosier was born the second son to Vallis and Anita Rosier in the late autumn of 1955. He was an unexpected child, as his parents had decided after the birth of his brother that one child was more than enough, especially since Vallis had been born a boy, and therefore could carry on the family name. Still, they were not displeased with the arrival of their second child, and he was not mistreated in any way. In fact, as a child, Lansing wanted for nothing. The sprawling Rosier manor in South Wales had everything a young boy needed for contentedness and then some--he had horses, an older brother to follow around, all of the trinkets and toys he could ever want for, and plenty of food. When Lanse turned eight, however, and had shown no signs of magic, his parents began to wonder if he was perhaps a squib. Desperate to find out for sure, they took the boy to St. Mungo's, where they were told that of course, there was no way to tell if he would show magical prowess or not, but that Lanse was an otherwise healthy child. Healthy and curious. He wandered off during the discussion with his parents, stumbled upon a cabinet full of potions, and began rifling through them to find something that was interesting. He found a lovely blue colored bottle and pulled the top off, taking a drink of it without thinking it over. Nearly immediately, he began to experience the effects of a heavy sedative, and his family and the healer found him a few minutes later half-asleep on the floor, murmuring about lovely dreams. No harm was done, but Lanse was hooked on St. Mungos and all the delightful things that could be found there. In fact, he often faked ill or hurt himself on purpose so that his parents would take him back and he could explore different parts of the hospital. It was profoundly disturbing to Anita and Evan, but to Lanse, it was a form of exploration. When he turned eleven and went off to Hogwarts, everyone expected him to be sorted into Ravenclaw due to his academic curiosity and love of reading, as well as the fact that his brother was in the house. It was a surprise when the hat, after much deliberation, called out Slytherin. Not particularly pleased, Lanse began his years at Hogwarts with the other Slytherin students. He was talented in class, if ill-tempered. If someone called out a stupid question or answer, he would be the first to berate them for it. And he, in his own opinion, was always right, even if everyone else thought he was wrong. He had logical explanations for things that utterly defied logic, he could rationalize an abstraction all day long, and in short, he tended to drive study partners and professors absolutely insane. But the professors were impressed by his quick mind and eagerness to learn, so they put up with his abraisive attitude, sensing potential. He played quidditch, but even that seemed a peripheral thing to him. He was a good seeker, nowhere near a star, but the best the house had at the time. But his focus was elsewhere. He spent hours upon hours in the potions lab even after classes, experimenting with combinations of ingredients, trying to formulate new potions with new uses that had not yet been imagined. He had marginal success, finding and patenting a scar-removal potion during his seventh year by spending months staying after NEWT level potions and experimenting, but for the most part he was disappointed in himself for not doing better. He threw himself into work at St. Mungos immediately after graduation, not even taking the summer off to recoup from school. He was simply in healer training for the first couple of years, and after that worked in various departments, changing often in order to stay sharp on all of his medical knowledge. He didn't specialize on purpose--he wanted to know it all, no matter how impossible that was. The years passed. His brother moved to France and was married to a pureblood witch there. He missed the wedding. His three nieces and one nephew were born without so much as a visit from their uncle. His mother died, and he took off long enough for the funeral before returning to work. It seemed like nothing could evoke an emotion. Patients died, families grieved, children came in with horrible illnesses and injuries, and to Lanse, they were all puzzles. Games. And he wanted to win. He was a Voldemort supporter from early on, not for any scientific or deep-rooted belief, but because it seemed like he and his people were going to win, Rosier was a pureblood, and therefore being actively on the winning side would be beneficial. His father was also a death eater. He helped the cause in a peripheral manner, showing up when it was important and when he would garner recognition before disappearing back into the hospital to do his job. He remained loyal through the years when the other side was on top, quietly waiting for the time when his side would inevitably rise again. Rosier was never suspected for an instant. The ill-tempered director of medicine at St. Mungo's was nothing more than nother medical professional bitter with his situation for some reason or another. People speculated it was because he was alone. Only, that wasn't quite true, either. He had been seeing a halfblood woman, a Croatian mediwitch, in secret, for years. They had met at a medical conference in Berlin, and had visited one another surreptiously ever since. She was training to become a healer herself, and Lansing helped her out, studied with her, so that she could perhaps pass the examination. He even offered her a job, should she gain her healer's certification, at St. Mungos in whatever specialty she desired. While it was obvious that the two would never be publicly a couple, and marriage was not even a distant option, they were happy in their relationship. Lansing was in love, something he never thought was possible. Everything was perfect. And then it wasn't. While Katya and Lansing were celebrating his fortieth birthday at a restaurant in Italy, Katya burst into tears. The 28 year-old healer, who had just begun her career at a hospital in Bulgaria, was pregnant. And it was his. It was obvious that Lanse couldn't claim the child as his own or else he would be considered a blood traitor, and Katya understood that as well as she could. He promised to support her in every way he could, but that he couldn't make it right in the way she wanted, by acting as this unborn child's father. It was just not plausible. Katya left the restaurant and he thought he would never see her again. He sent money every month to her, and every month the owls were returned unopened. Until once, the owl was returned with another parcel. It contained a picture of his daughter, Dahlia, and he had to visit. He went to see her once, and then again, until aparrating to Bulgaria had become almost a daily occurrance. He had given up his position as director at St Mungos and begun researching medicines, but even that was neglected to see his child. If the war hadn't been growing more dangerous for halfbloods, he would have moved Katya nearer so that he could visit more often, but that simply wasn't an option. It had been a week since he had seen Katya and Dahlia when Lansing got an urgent owl from the hospital in Bulgaria. An epidimic had spread through the hospital, beginning with one patient. Many of the healers and mediwitches had died as well before the cause was determined. . Healers from England were sent to help out, along with some from France. Lansing was among those sent, and he found that Katya had already taken ill and was beyond a cure. Overnight, he had gone from an absent father-figure to a single father who had to take care of his daughter, alone. The little girl was three years old and terrified when Lansing took her from her mother's home to his own home in South Wales. Lanse had no idea how to care for a child, and enlisted the help of his brother and sister and law to help him out through the tumultuous first month. He took the first vacation of his career. Eventually, things settled down. Knowing the danger that his daughter would be in, Lanse and Vallis found a way to explain the child. Vallis' wife had a cousin who had died recently. She had been unmarried. They forged the papers to show that Emilie, instead, was Dahlia's mother. On paper, at least, Dahlia was a pureblood, and there was no need to question it. Lansing was a loyal death eater, by all appearances a blood-purist though he didn't truly believe it, and his daughter had what appeared to be a legitimate lineage. There had been no marriage, but the child was, legally, Emilie and Lansing's. Barring disaster, everything was in order. Now, Lanse lives with his daughter at his home in South Wales. A nanny cares for her during the day while he is at work, currently doing research in order to hopefully develop new diagnostic spells. He's also been experimenting for years on a cure for the disease that killed Katya, but so far there has been no luck.He doesn't work his long hours any more, having a daughter to come home to. He serves the Dark Lord when he is called upon, and since he more than paid his dues in the first war, he is an inner circle member. He is not one to duel without necessity, nor to torture or kill. It isn't that he's opposed to the practice, he just sees no point. And while he is not looking to change sides in the war, he knows that scientifically, there is no discernible difference between pure and half-blooded or muggleborn witches and wizards. Despite this knowledge, he has penned studies on the superiority of pure blood at the request of his Lord. It isn't something he's proud of, but it is in the interest of self-preservation, as well as protecting his daughter. He can afford no scrutiny or else they will find out about her, and that is one of his greatest fears. | |||||||||
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