Ikarus Rosier

Full Name: Ikarus Rosier
Gender: male
Birthday: 14. Feb. 2000
Age: 14
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. Ikarus and his younger brother Aramis are the sons of a vampire and have inherited this bloodthirsty nature.

History: Ikarus has been trained by his father to control his vampire urges and also how to fight with all kinds of weapons. He prefers the subtle killing with a dagger or poison to a sword, but he has helped training his younger brother with that as well. Their parents placed great importance on their sons being able to take care of themselves and so the Rosier brothers usually stick to themselves only.


Appearance: Like his brother, Ikarus is rather tall and pale. He has blue eyes, but of a darker shade than his younger brother. His hair is straight and dark brown and sometimes he wears it short, sometimes long, depending on his mood. Ikarus is strong and well-built, but even thinner than his brother.

Personality: Ikarus is by far the more confident and out-going of the two Rosier brothers and he enjoys to be the centre of attention. His charming and smart bearing makes it quite easy for him to get to know people, though he usually does so only superficially, as he cares only for a few special people. He is cunning and sometimes even bordering on sadistic, as he doesn’t place much importance on the life of others. Ikarus is immensely possessive and protective of whom he considers his friend and even more so his family. He will only ever truly bond with one person that will be his mate for life.


„Here, kitty kitty!“ Ikarus called out, his voice taking on a slightly mad glint as he calmly strolled through the forest. “Come out and play!” He called again, hearing the frantic steps of his victim only a few feet in front of him. With a mighty leap, he jumped forward and tackled the boy to the ground, his dagger sinking into the soft flesh of his shoulder. “Hunting is always the best part of the game, don’t you think?” His voice was dripping with sardonic humour and his helpless victim was whimpering in pain. “I am just getting started, do not worry, this will take a while…”