Marco Rinaldi is a pale young boy, short and standing around 4'5". He has black shaggy hair, usually unkept in some fashion. His eyes are a deep brown, and slightly tired from the amount of time he spends on his studies. He has a resting expression of disinterest, it's hard to tell whether or not this is on purpose. He is also often found with uneven nails, since Marco routinely fiddles with them as some sort of habit. Due to his pale nature, it is easy to tell when the boy is embarrassed, as his ears go bright red.

Generally, Marco is very quiet. He is a very blunt child, though has been discouraged from speaking his mind out very often. Thus, he's found it more safe to not talk much. He is a hard-worker, and tries to start on his academics early and finish them ahead of time. Additionally, he likes to be ahead of the curve, and will routinely seek out extra credit to learn more and more, even if the curriculum does not encourage him to do so. He is a naturally curious child, and likes to explore on his own when he has the time. Particularly when he is alone, as he isn't very social. He enjoys his alone time, feeling like it is when he's at his best.

The young boy is apart of the Rinaldi pureblood family, and as such, he was raised with the knowledge of magic from a young age. He and his twin brother, Salvino, were raised from an early age to be talented wizards. And so, that's what Marco decided he would do. He always tried hard. Never asked questions. Did what he was told to. That was the life that Marco knew, and that he was content with.

His parents expected them both to be in the same house, and Marco felt the aura of competition descend upon them. They were brothers, one of them would be more influential in their family. Marco hoped that he would be the one to be at the top. After all, he behaved like he was supposed to. So why would his efforts be a loss? This was the mindset Marco entered Hogwarts in. To be the greatest. To be the best at what he was taught to be.

That's what he wanted, right?

Marco's first instance of magic was relatively simple. He was in his room, studying muggle knowledge of his current year in school. But today, he felt relatively stressed. It was hard for him to express this stress, and as young as he was, he didn't know how to handle it all yet. Thus, he sat in his room. Tense, focused, but on the bridge of screaming. Not realizing this his energy was being channeled elsewhere, the boy turned to see one, two, then three of his books floating in the air. Then four, and five. Stunned at this display of magic, he broke concentration, and five heavy books crashed to the ground. His parents and brother rushed in, just in time to see it all fall. After a brief moment of silence, a short smile crossed the boy's face. He had discovered his magic. Finally. He was on his road to greatness.