Character Name: Howl Atticus Flint
Character Age: Seventeen
School: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
House: Slytherin
Year: Seventh
Wand: Blackthorn with Phoenix Feather core; 12"
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual


Play-By: Thomas Dekker
Hair Shade: Dark brown
Hair Style: Shaggy, likes to play with it
Eye Color: Blue/Green (depends on what he's wearing)
Build: Lean, 5'11"
Dressing Style: Typical greaser even though he has plenty of money. Punk style with a bit of 1980's twist. Think The Outsiders.


Likes:
--- The Dark Arts
--- Tattoos
--- Knives (avid collecter)
--- Goblin-made artifacts
--- Extreme BMX and skateboarding
--- Motorcycles

Dislikes:
--- Do-gooders
--- Most Gryffindor students
--- Being lied to
--- Money or talking about it
--- The Ministry of Magic
--- Care of Magical Creatures

Strengths:
--- The Dark Arts; curses, hexes and jinks
--- Brutality
--- Street-fighting
--- Charms class
--- Defense Against the Dark Arts (got to know both sides)
--- Organized and decisive
--- Thinks out of the box
--- Natural born leader
--- Very talented singer, drummer and pianist
--- Exceptional dancer; Ballroom, boy band, hip hop, tango, you name it

Weaknesses:
--- Very blunt
--- Has trouble operating with others
--- Excludes feelings
--- Domineering
--- Has a massive ego
--- Judgmental

Overall Personality: All in all, Howl is what you would call an ass. He likes to be in control, tell people what to do, get in fights, and is, unfortunately, extremely witty. Clever beyond his years, Howl might be the cause to the next wizarding war, in his opinion. He's tactful, strong, and could curse an entire room of people without a second thought. Dangerous as they come, this Slytherin is not a force to be reckoned with. He has absolutely no feelings regarding others, or at least he does not wish to have any. He's very blunt, straight to the point and if he doesn't get what he wants, then you are considered a waste of time and space. He has no use for things that don't tend to his needs, so therefore, those that do not, can get the hell out.

He's very protective of his friends, and will likely cuss you out before cursing you into oblivion if one is harmed to, verbally or physically. He walks straight and expects everything to move out of his way as he does. Howl believes himself to be burdened with glorious purpose, and will eventually become a leader as everyone expects him to be. He has a very large ego, and a massive amount of charm and seductive techniques, never letting feelings get in the way of sex.

Anyways, don't even think for a minute you can outwit this boy. A random insult will not affect him, he will simply wave it off like an annoying little fly that's pestering him. If it continues, the fly is dead, or at least writing in pain on the ground. Warning to enemies, insults may be countered with a very, very good comeback that may embarrass or humiliate you and others around. Sometimes, he may make a comment first, which starts an argument purely for his enjoyment. Hogwarts was never ready for this boy, so he figured; why not give it hell?


Father: Marcus Flint -deceased-
Mother: Tracey Flint (nee Davis) -deceased-
Siblings: Anastasia Flint -half sister-
Birth Place: London, England
Current Residence: Berkshire, West London, England

Overall History:

"Bet you've been dying to have me in for this little interview event, yeah? Can't say I'm not surprised, where do I begin? My name is Howl, don't wear it out. It's quite exhausting talking about my history since there's been a bit of a scandal. To make it short and simple, my father murdered my mother, and was dragged away to Azkaban. He was given the Dementor's Kiss, which i believe was an unfair punishment, but what was I to say? I hated both of them anyway. My father carelessly abused me for many years of my life and that was a way to put a stop to it. To me, I was surprised the Dementors found a soul to take anyway. The heartless bastard."

"Anyway, this thing is about me anyway, so why are we fussing over those people? They left me and my sister a ton of money, but I believe they gave me a bit more because of my mother's stupid little affair. That bitch. She was quite the charming lady who had my father wrapped around his little finger. When he found out, that was the death of her. So be it. I live with my sister in our mansion, located in Berkshire, England. It's a valuable house, unplottable so the muggles don't sneak a peek at us, but it's far enough away from town that we don't need to worry about them. I travel to Diagon Alley often, and in between, find myself at the mansion of my best friend, Tobias. We both share similar stories, and got along right away when we were eleven, finding a compartment with several others on our first year at Hogwarts, those others being Albus Potter, Daemon Nott, and Scorpius Malfoy."

"Rookwood and I often call ourselves the next Death Eaters, and when we were fifteen, burned the mark upon our inner left forearm and practiced the curse of the dark mark, Morsmordre. We are exceptionally talented in the dark arts, beating out even Durmstrang students. We have no fear of anyone or anything, and why should we? The school will be under our control one day, and there will be no one to stop us. And if there are, off with their heads."


Alias: Fang
Age: 18
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