NAME: Marcus (No Middle Name) Flint
AGE: 21 (born 02 January, 1975)
HOUSE/YEAR: Former Slytherin, left in 1993 (after failing a year. Oops!)
SOCIAL STATUS: Old family name and title, falling apart in the bank.
SEXUALITY: "What the fuck? I'm not a goddamn POOF!" I think he means straight.
APPEARANCE: 6'4", 240 lbs (nearly 18 stone). Brown hair. Grey eyes. While his height is intimidating (and he does use it in the most efficient manner for just that purpose), it's his bulk that makes him formidable. He is broad shouldered and thick, but don't mistake him for fat. He's nearly all muscle, save a little bit of baby fat he can't seem to shake just yet (it might be all the fish and chips he eats). He's gained even more muscle since his school days. His wide-set eyes almost always appear to be squinting due to days spent in the sun. He has a long nose and a thin, small mouth – until he smiles. Then he looks as though he's going to eat you. And maybe he will.

Though it's not quite a physical trait, Marcus does vocalize with the most negatively stereotyped British accent, what's called the Brummie. (For most information, please see this site (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brummie . You'll see exactly why I picked this one.)

DESIRED PB: Larry Bagby (http://rpg.frakkingcylon.com/gallery/thumbnails.php?album=6)

PERSONALITY: Slytherin was often polarized with two types of Slytherins: the quiet, calculating ones who slipped under your radar and the loudmouth, in-your-face Slytherins. Quite obviously, Marcus was the latter. His opinion of you from the moment he set sights on you is clearly displayed across his face, either with the 'I've just smelled a rotten egg – oh wait, it's just you' lip curl or the actual words coming out of his mouth. He's definitely in the category of Belligerent Slytherin, no matter if he's dressing up as a ghost to scare the shite out of Harry Potter or purposefully slamming his hard shoulder (or side, depending on your height) into you. He's also likely to keep on going with his opinions, as witnessed by his outcries of “He didn't stop it, he nearly swallowed it” twenty minutes after the match in Harry Potter's second year.

This is very telling of Marcus's entire nature. He takes everything to extremes, and then keeps it going. He rants and raves, throws his hands up, and then he swears he's done with a topic… And then thirty minutes later, he's howling all over again as if it just happened. Like all stereotypical jocks, Marcus has a tendency to use the same old, boring comebacks. Despite that, he's been known to actually come up with a few of his own, but not until he's tested them on what he considers lesser friends.

But that's not all!

Despite the dumb-jock stereotype that he seems to embody (and he does cultivate it – on purpose), he is quick, cunning, and a brilliant strategist. There's only two ways to become Slytherin football captain, and that's by either buying your way in or being the best (at Cheating). Marcus's philosophy is to be the best, but he can be bought off so easily (as witnessed in when Draco Malfoy bought his way onto the team). According to Marcus, everyone has his price, and his happens to be anything football related that'll help him get ahead. Unfortunately, for Marcus, it didn't help them win matches. So what did he do? He pushed his players to make up for Malfoy's lack goal-scoring, urging them to use any means possible just to prove Slytherins motto. That and yelling at the top of his lungs at Malfoy.

On the football pitch, he is rough. Male, female – does not matter in the least, he's out for your blood if you get in his way. He was known to slam into Angelina Johnson and kick Katie Bell's shin. He has not changed in that respect since school except that he has become more vicious due to his infamous Roughest Player "awards" in the sports tabloids. Blood doesn't bother him, and neither does the sound of broken bones – that is: your broken bones.

Don't be fooled, though, by that Cro-Magnon man exterior. Marcus is indeed cunning, as Harry Potter suggested he looked to be. He has a tactic and a back-up plan for everything. Especially on the football pitch, and his life is a never-ending football match.

DEFINING CHARACTERISTICS: Think of every single GROSS thing you've ever heard come out a guy's mouth, and you've just summed up Marcus Flint. He's the one who bleches, farts, flicks boogers, downs whole beers, refers to woman (he doesn't like) in really derogatory ways. ALWAYS, ALWAYS have to have the last word. Even if it's "Yeah" over and over again until you finally get tired of it. (I'm not even kidding.)

LIKES: Football, gambling, women, football, being gross, black and tans, whiskey, football, rugby, underground boxing matches, working out, tormenting people, cursing, sex, Fight Club, action films, heavy metal and hard techno.

DISLIKES: His mother's nagging, their general lack of money (though that's mostly in the past), debts (of any kind), chick flicks, Meg Ryan ("What the FUCK is wrong with her nose?"), Diet/Reduced Fat/Low Fat/No Fat "fucking bullshite rabbit food," cigarettes ("I"m a FUCKING athletic, dick! Quit blowing that shite in my fucking face!"), Harry Potter ("The big fucking cheater!").

INSIDE SCOOP: Despite his crunchy outer shell, when it comes to girls that he actually fancies, Marcus is something of a wimp and a romantic. He's never once told a girl how he really fears out of the (often true) fear that she'll laugh at him. This stems from an older girl telling him that he looked like a caveman and that no girl would ever want him. Be careful if you know this information or you don't and hint at it; he will go out of his way to make your life hell. He has a surprising sentimental side for those who treated him like a human being and not some chav, which is to say anyone in Slytherin who cheered him on during his school days.

He pretends to perpetuate his caveman exterior on purpose, that he doesn't really care that he looks like a troll or a monster of sorts, but the truth is: he really, really does. He's terribly insecure about it, and when he's insecure, he lashes out. VERY meanly.

HISTORY: Octavius Flint inherited a rather run-down estate in Birmingham. There was some rumour that the young Duke and his father had quarrelled, and then no one saw the elder Flint until the funeral took place. Speculation had never been far away from the Flint family. For centuries, rumours persisted that the Flint family shagged some hideous beast to get that rather brutish look, and Marcus Flint was no exception when he was born to Philippa Flint on January 2nd, 1975.

The family lives in a sprawling stately home which costs nearly as much as they make, but oh, do they like to keep up their reputation. The entire Flint lineage can trace themselves through the years in Hogwarts College (and Slytherin House, for that matter), despite their depleting bank accounts. It is a highly guarded secret that they do not make nearly as much as it would appear, and the fact that Octavius and Phillipa had to send their son on scholarship to the college. A messy fact that makes Marcus cringe.

Marcus was not beaten until he became mean, cruel and Voldemort, Inc. material, he simply grew up to believe that was the only way: that those with titles and money were simply the best. If anyone is less than established, if they could not trace their heritage to a prominent or an old family, they were not worth knowing. His family had the title, the money was the issue. Marcus took this to heart, because, even though he continues to rebel further and further against his parents as most children do, he still has their basic core morals at heart.

He was taller than his entire class when he arrived at Hogwarts, and barely stepped across the threshold before being proclaimed a Slytherin. His first year at Hogwarts was spent teasing the other students and establishing his dominance, much like a lion would. Most kids don't like to fight their way to the top of the pile, but Marcus thrived on it. Years of watching professional football matches with his father pointed him in the direction he wanted to go with his life. He loved football, ate it up even. Sometimes too literally as a child; he used to bite and gnaw on his football action figures, his shoes, gloves...

He became a striker for Slytherin fairly early on in his school career. His age was not even in discussion, because he was already imposing in size and breadth. Quickly, Marcus earned himself a reputation as a rough player, something that his predecessor got a big kick out of. When that predecessor left, he was named football captain. Unfortunately, though, Charlie Weasley always managed to outdo and outscore the Slytherin team, and Marcus wanted that title back to its rightful owner: Slytherin House.

The year after Weasley left, they got it -- but not without a fight. The more and more Oliver Wood blocked any of Flint's goal attempts, the angrier and angrier Marcus became. By the time Harry Potter arrived at Hogwarts, Marcus did everything and anything he could to keep Wood and his team from getting as much football practice as Slytherin. He would purposefully go out of his way to hassle and harass members of the Gryffindor team. The rest of the teams, he decided, weren't worth the effort because one look at Marcus, and they usually ran the other way.

So focused on Slytherin and beating Wood, Marcus's grades in 11th year slipped to the point where he failed and had to repeat 11th year. Marcus shrugged it off, and, oddly, so did his parents. The way he looked at it? He got to play for Slytherin for an extra year of his Hogwarts career.

The greatest tragedy in Marcus Flint's life was losing the cup in his final year. He complained to anyone who would listen (and a lot of people who were just afraid he'd pulverize them if they didn't listen) that Slytherin was robbed. ROBBED! ROBBED HE SAYS! (Great, he's started ranting again)

Luckily, for Marcus, he had been scouted by British Premiereship manager Anselm Atkinson (Arsenal), who approached him quite literally right out of school when he left Hogwarts College in 1994. With the promise of a starting position on the team, he lured Marcus into a contract with Arsenal that forced him to play for them exclusively. Seeing as Arsenal had been his favourite since he was five, Marcus had no problems with the contract – that is, until he found out he'd be playing reserve for two years, but by then, it was already too late.

Strangely enough, during one of the Arsenal practices a year after the World Cup (and one year into Marcus's reserve servitude), Brimley Beckett, the Arsenal starting and star striker, ended up colliding with Marcus. He is currently out of football permanently with severe brain damage. The summer after the World Cup, Octavius approached Marcus on settling a debt with Tom Riddle. During a routine "roughing up," Octavius suffered an injury that meant he could no longer perform his duty of shaking people down. Octavius offered Tom Riddle the services of his only son since he could no longer pay his debt to Riddle of the financial help he had been given.

Marcus was completely enraged by this turn of events, but when he found out that Riddle was responsible for his even being allowed in Hogwarts, coupled with Riddle putting pressure on Atkinson to pursue Marcus for Arsenal, he felt backed into a corner, with no choice. He took up his father's post. He currently juggles both his rigourous training regime with Arsenal's football team and his duties as muscle for Voldemort, Inc.