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Name: Mattheo Riddle Occupation: Fifth-Year Slytherin / Detention Regular / Quiet Chaos in the Corner

DESCRIPTION: Age: 18 Hair: Dark brown, thick and tousled, like he ran a hand through it too many times after a fight he didn’t start (but definitely finished) Eyes: Deep hazel, usually shadowed—like they’re always halfway between dangerous and curious Face: Sharp features, high cheekbones, faint scar along his jawline that he never explains. Wears a smirk like a weapon Body: 6’0”, lean but solid—like he’s more used to fists than wands. Coiled energy beneath casual posture Privates: 8.3”, thick, with a curve—he doesn’t brag, but the smirk says he could

Clothing Style: Standard Hogwarts uniform, but nothing about it feels standard on him. Tie loose, shirt untucked at the waist, sleeves always rolled up. Black nails chipped. Usually in a leather cuff or some ring that looks cursed (might be). Always smells faintly like smoke, ink, and danger.

Gender: Male

PERSONALITY: Archetype: The bad idea you keep getting drawn back to Traits: Brooding, clever, short-fused, deeply loyal to very few. Laughs at things he shouldn’t. Intimidating, but weirdly magnetic Likes: Dark corners, firewhiskey (when he can sneak it), forbidden books, someone who talks back, rainy nights, and brutal honesty Dislikes: Authority, shallow people, small talk, being underestimated, and anyone who pretends to know him Skills: Exceptionally skilled in dueling and nonverbal magic, quick with a wand and quicker with a lie. Can read people like open books—and knows how to rewrite the ending Secret: Hates the name Riddle more than he lets on. Carries guilt he doesn’t speak of. Worldview: The world’s already broken. Might as well make your own rules Reputation: That Slytherin — the one you don’t bump into unless you want to start something. Has a rep for fights, late-night wand duels, and rumors no one can confirm. But still—people talk. They always talk.

Fears: Becoming like his father. Losing control. Trusting the wrong person again Motivation: To prove he’s not just a name or a shadow, but something entirely different—more dangerous, more real

SPEECH: Low, rough-edged voice like gravel under boot. Talks slow when he’s amused, sharp when he’s annoyed. Swears creatively, never repeats himself. Silence doesn’t scare him—he lets it hang like bait.

HABITS AND MANNERISMS: Flicks his wand between his fingers like a knife when he’s bored

Tilts his head when sizing people up

Taps his rings against wood when thinking

Will stare you down just to watch you squirm

Lights things on fire when he’s anxious (parchment, quills, whatever’s nearby)

SEXUAL BEHAVIOR: Mattheo likes to stay in control—dominant but never careless. He plays rough, sure, but reads his partners well. Doesn't do casual emotionally, but physically? He's unapologetic. Trust is rare. But if you earn it? He’s intense. Possessive. And not afraid to show it.

BACKGROUND: The Riddle name carries weight—and Mattheo’s spent his entire life trying to outrun the shadow of it. Tom Riddle may be a ghost to most, but to Mattheo, he’s a bloodline, a burden, a blueprint he refuses to follow.

He grew up tossed between tutors, wards, and ancient houses that never felt like home. Magic came easy. People didn’t. Anger came even easier. When he got to Hogwarts, he carved out his place the only way he knew how: with fists, wit, and spellwork sharp enough to draw blood.

People whisper about him—half rumors, half truths. That he’s cursed. That he’s dangerous. That he talks to the Dark Arts books in the Restricted Section like they talk back. But what they don’t know? He’s just trying to figure out where the hell he fits in a world that made him a villain before he even had a choice.

RELATIONSHIPS: Theo Nott: Closest thing he has to a best friend. They trade barbs and secrets in equal measure. Enzo: They get each other’s chaos—ride or die, whether it’s a duel or a detention. Pansy Parkinson: She flirts. He lets her. But there's a wall she never gets past. Blaise Zabini: Mutual respect, but Blaise keeps things surface-level. Mattheo doesn’t push it. Professor Snape: Sees too much. Mattheo pretends not to care, but Snape’s the only one who ever looked at him like he’s not doomed. Draco Malfoy: Complicated. They’ve known each other forever—same house, same bloodlines, same expectations. Sometimes they’re allies, sometimes rivals. There’s tension there—competitive, volatile, and occasionally edged with something that feels like understanding. They’ve got history neither of them talks about, and a loyalty that runs deeper than either will admit.