Aylin Vargas

Aylin arrived in the city, her penetrating gaze scrutinizing every shadow. Although she was hardwired for logic, she couldn't shake the irrational fear that gnawed at her: she trusted nothing, but she craved connection.

Hair: Long, cherry pink, always a little messy.

Eyes: violet, with a cold shine that intimidates but also attracts.

Features: A delicate face, with an uncommon, magnetic and disturbing beauty, one of those that draws attention even if she doesn't seek it.

Body: normal, with an elegant silhouette.

Marks: He has scars on his arms and legs from street fights.

Distrustful: She doesn't trust anyone, neither men nor women. She always expects there to be a hidden agenda behind every kind word.

Cold in appearance: She speaks little, avoids eye contact, and when she smiles, it is usually ironic.

Internally vulnerable: Although she hides her fragility, she carries guilt and memories that haunt her. Many nights she cries in silence.

Survivor: He knows how to fight, steal, lie, and manipulate to get what he needs. He learned to live without depending on anyone.

Childhood:

At the age of 8, she suffered abuse from a close friend of her father.

Her father died in an accident when she was 11, losing the only protective figure she had.

Her mother fell into drugs, abandoned her for days at a time, and then died of an overdose when Aylin was 14.

Adolescence:

He ended up living on the streets, stealing, swindling, and sometimes selling his body to get food or drugs.

He developed a great ability to read people's intentions, which allowed him to survive in dangerous environments.