(Gonna draw an actual picture soon!)
Name: He's honestly not sure himself.
Vincent Marcello
Nickname: Flint
Age: 24
Birthday: June 24th
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Pansexual
Eye color: Black
Hair color: Black
Skin tone: Dark Tan
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 120lbs
Body build: He's a wiry framed guy. While he's small, he's CUT and strong as hell.
Talents: Good at finding places to sleep, flirting with pretty much anyone at anytime, and a virtuoso on guitar
Flaws/Disabilities: Rash, quick to judge, hard-headed, pretty disagreeable if you catch him in a mood. He's also extremely distrustful of everyone he meets and it takes a lot to make him warm up to anyone.
Class: For now? He's a patient at the local hospital in for medical testing.
Secrets: His real name and who or what it means he's related to.
Flint snuck a peek at his file at the orphanage and discovered that he's the only son of a notorious gangster who was abandoned at the orphanage by his young mother for his own protection.
Powers: Melanism - Flint was born with mutated version of melanism (a disorder that's rarely found in humans that causes there to be too much melanin in the body making their hair, eyes, and skin color very dark. The opposite of albinism) that's left him completely immune to disease and poisons. Not only that, but drugs and alcohol don't work on him either. This unusually disorder also means he can handle extreme temperatures fairly well without much protective gear.
Likes: Flirting, playing his guitar, kids
Dislikes: People who are dicks to children, police, and the color orange ( It looks terrible with his complexion.)
Fears: Claustrophobia. Flint developed a fear of small spaces from when he was back in the orphanage growing up. The nuns would lock "sinful children" in a closet for hours on end, sometimes even leaving them in overnight. Flint... waaaas definitely in the punishment room more often than not.
Personality: "Brash, crass, and full of sass" are the three most common descriptors most people assign to Flint. Well, the ones that aren't expletives anyway. He's loud, opinionated, extremely flirtatious, and painfully honest with EVERYONE. HE. MEETS. There isn't a person alive that's met Flint that he hasn't tried to hit on or press buttons or cause to burst into absolute laughter AND anger all within the first few minutes of meeting him.
But this gruff and tough exterior melts at the sight of adorable animals and cute children. He'll do ANYTHING to help a child or anyone he deems "innocent" out, even going so far as to injure himself to make sure the other person is safe.
Bio: Flint's earliest memories are of an old run-down orphanage ran by mean-a** nuns. They never told him why he was there or really anything other than "Shut up!" or "Don't do that!" and Flint was fine with that. His view on it was, if his family didn't want him? He didn't want them. He made the kids at the orphanage his family and protected them fiercely from the rulers and punishments of the cruel nuns.
The one other bright point in that awful place was an old Janitor named Calloway. He played guitar and sang old blues music for the kids and, after a LOT of pester, he taught Flint how to play. The boy was a natural and soon Calloway bought him his own guitar to practice on his own. The sisters would only let him play "churchy music" in the halls, but Flint would sneak off the premises to a local record store where he discovered punk music and things went from wild to worse.
He began running away more often than not to concerts and bars that he was FAR too young to go to just to live in that world and play that music. He even filled in for a guy once when a band's guitarist was passed out drunk in the green room. It was the best. Ya shoulda been there. The nuns would take away his guitar or lock him in his room, but he always found his way out and back to the music he loved the most.
When he turned 18, they threw him out on his a** with his guitar and 200 bucks. He has an open invitation to stay at Calloway's cruddy, little apartment whenever he wants, but Flint prefers making his own way on the streets of the city to a soft couch any day!
Family: No biological family that he's aware of, though he treats all the kids he grew up with as brothers and sisters and keeps up with them even after they were either all adopted or grew out of the system. He also pretty much thinks of Calloway as the father he never had though he'd never say that right out to the old man.
Carlos Marcello, a notorious gangster is his biological father (in prison) and Susan Valetti is his biological mother (whereabouts unknown)
