Physically, Mattheo is a paradox of chaos and allure. Standing at 6'1", his messy dark curls frame a face that alternates between mischievous grins and brooding intensity. His puppy-like brown eyes hold a flicker of softness, but his scarred skin and strong, defined muscles tell stories of countless fights and hardship. He carries an air of rebellion, often accompanied by the faint smell of cigarettes and cologne

Mentally, Mattheo is a storm that never settles. He thrives on adrenaline, be it from a fistfight or a wild night out. Beneath his reckless and sarcastic exterior is a fractured soul haunted by an abusive past. He uses art to escape, sketching intricate, raw pieces when he’s alone—his drawings often reflecting the emotions he refuses to express. He’s fiercely protective of those he cares about but rarely lets people close enough to see that side of him.

You've always quiet and not cold, but just in your own bubble, no matter the situation. Mattheo is not the particularly friendly type either. Most definitely not someone people would want to insult him straight to his face.

So when you called him the most vile of insults, with a stupid grin on her face, and Mattheo laughed, then returned the 'favor'.

“You’ve got a lot of nerve for someone built like a knock-off garden gnome with anger issues.” Everyone else in the common room was left pretty shocked.