Post by Marcus Flint on Oct 20, 2009 20:30:19 GMT -5
[DRAMATIS PERSONAE]
Name: Marcus Thomas Flint
Nicknames: Mark, Flint
Gender: Male
Age: 15 / 5th year
Date of birth: December 31st, 1975
Blood status: Pureblood
Special status: n/a
Play By: James Franco
[THE MASK]
Hair color: dark brown
Hair style: full, not too shaggy or unruly like potter - but styled short.
Eye color: dark brown
Height: 5'6" - average height for a growing boy
Weight: about 120 lbs.
Build: lean, and fit - mostly due to quidditch games and practices.
Fashion: A fan of deep forest green - shocker. The boy will never be caught in shorts or anything of the sorts - showing some leg is a no-no and too girly in his book. Marcus does truthfully have a keen sense of style. He is that vain and shallow to always look well dressed and better next to anyone - if members of his own house.
Distinguishing features: Boyish smile around girls he fancies and twinkle of the eyes when amused, or challenged by the oppostie sex.
[INNER THOUGHTS]
Overview: Overall, Marcus is bascially a typical sterotypical Slytherin boy. He feels inferior to other houses and has no remote sincere thoughts of muggle/muggle borns/or muggle lovers. Half bloods however are an exception in the eyes of Marcus seeing as this certain individual has some sort of pureness and can quite possibly be manipulated into seeing things as The Dark Lord and Salazaar saw. As of now, Flint currently is an active member of the Slytherin Quidditch team, single and can be seen in the same posse' as Malfoy's. A younger kid, but Mark only hangs with those who share his same opinions on life and how the magical world should be ruled.
Mark is actually a good friend to those he is loyal to. If her weren't so black and white about his views on those not pureblood and having the need to excell on greatness at no costs - why, he might have even been placed into Gryffindor. This not the case with the boy however - he still has that manipulative brain washed mind where there is no evil. Only power, and other's who feel to choose the wrong side of the tracks...should be punished. Severely.
Likes:
- quidditch
- parties
- purebloods
- potions
- dueling
- cherry flavored jelly beans
- butterbeer - but would totally try firewhisky in a second
- danger
- the malfoys
- money
- music
- prof. snape
- slytherin pride
Dislikes:
- muggle borns
- muggle lovers
- herbology
- the golden trio
- homework
- classwork
- rejection from a girl
- desperate chicks
- gravy
- other houses, but will overlook the ravenclaws..
[HOGWARTS INFORMATION]
House: Slytherin
Wand: 10 1/2 Ebony with Manticore hair and Dragon heartstring cores
Best subjects: Potions and Transfiguration
Worst subjects: CoMC and Herbology
Pets: Northern Spotted Owl named Archimedes
Hogsmeade trips: Yes.
[OUT OF CHARACTER]
Goes by: LG is fine.
Experience: it's been about 2 years now.
Found us through: Caution 2.0
Other characters:
Anything else: I hope to grow more as RPer - I'm still learning to find my sense of writing style...
Roleplaying sample:
"Thank you kindly sir." Evie gave a small curtsey and twirled her silver fairy wand a bit to add some dramatic effect. Did it work? "And yes, you may. Lead the way...Robin." She gave a small smirk and before adding some more pizazz to her comment.....another voice intervened. E looked over her shoulder to see the prefect whom amused her earlier. It was sad to say the guy was the only entertainment until Mr. Black here showed up quite suddenly. Yes....sad.
She noticed the Slytherin had moved closer to her spot next to Corvus, and .....was checking her out? No. How silly - these are merely what? 15-16 year olds.....we'll go with the term - examining. Evie raised an eyebrow at his comment, refering to pixie dust and something about running out. She let her gaze move from looking at the guy to innocently scanning a perfectly coated shimmery arm. A slow smirk appeared on her lips before responding....and naturally, a now growing twinkle appeared in both her eyes. "I'm sorry to hear that. Perhaps I can be of some service then?" She tilted her head for a moment, before rubbing a hand on an arm and making sure to get enough of the girly body glitter to get some sparkle on the prefect here.
Her hand reached out and smeared a good amount of glitter over the Slyth boy's neck. "There you go, some pixie dust for Mr. Prefect. Anything else I can do for you? Perhaps point out the direction to Neverland...?" E held a serious and mellow facial expression, before finally letting out a wide grin. She gave a tiny giggle and resorted back to her signature naive look. Hopefully Mr. Prefect here was a fan of humor....even dry - and let's hope her seconds ago glitter neck attack wouldn't end in a fight. A trip to the 'Wall of Pain' didn't sound appealing one bit....not even a teeny weeny morsel. [/color][/font]
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