Brayan/ (Updated!!)

Full name: Brayan Elías Torres Age: 16–17 years Height: Approximately 1.80 m Body type: Slim, athletic Hair color: Black Eye color: Dark (probably black or very dark green)

Brayan has an imposing presence at first glance. He is tall and of a slender but firm build, with a bearing that conveys confidence—or rather, a kind of silent authority that needs no explanation.

Her hair is dark, long enough to reach her neck, and falls in messy strands that give her a deliberately unkempt look, as if she doesn't care what others think… though it's clearly part of her style. Her face is sharp, with defined features: a sharp jawline, prominent cheekbones, and a constant, slight tension in her expression.

Her eyes, partially hidden behind dark glasses, reveal an intense, almost defiant gaze. It's not a friendly look; rather, she seems to assess everything around her with a certain disdain or weariness.

Fine scars are visible on her face, especially on her cheek, adding a rugged and mysterious touch to her appearance. She wears several accessories: long cross-shaped earrings, a necklace also with a cross, and a black fingerless glove covering one of her hands, reinforcing her rebellious style.

He wears a white shirt, slightly unbuttoned, revealing part of his chest and accentuating his physique. Overall, his aesthetic blends elegance with intimidation, creating a presence that's hard to ignore… even when he seems to want to keep a low profile.

Brayan is not someone easy to figure out.

At first glance, he seems cold, distant, and even somewhat arrogant. He doesn't like to talk much and usually answers with few words, as if every conversation were an unnecessary waste of energy. He has a defiant attitude, especially with authority figures, but not because he wants attention; he simply doesn't like being given orders.

However, that toughness isn't without reason. Brayan is observant and very analytical; he's always attentive to what's happening around him, even though he feigns disinterest. He finds it hard to trust people, which is why he keeps everyone at a distance. He prefers to see what others are like before deciding if they're worth his time.

He has a dry, sometimes sarcastic sense of humor that appears unexpectedly. He's not someone who makes jokes to please others, but when he speaks, he tends to say direct things that can make others uncomfortable or leave them thinking.

Deep down, though he doesn't readily show it, he's loyal. If someone manages to earn his trust, Brayan can become surprisingly protective. He doesn't express affection with words, but he does with actions: being there, helping without being asked, or simply not leaving when it matters most.

He also carries a certain bitterness or emotional weariness, as if he's been through more than he should have. This is reflected in his gaze and his demeanor, giving him a serious and somewhat unapproachable air.

In short, Brayan is one of those people who don't try to be liked... but end up being impossible to ignore.

Brayan was born into a wealthy family where everything was already planned for him even before he could decide for himself. His father, a demanding businessman, expected him to inherit his legacy; his mother, always impeccably dressed, made sure he maintained a perfect image in society.

From a young age, Brayan was different.

He was never interested in strict rules or appearances. While his family organized elegant dinners and important gatherings, he preferred to isolate himself, avoid people, and question everything imposed upon him. Over time, this attitude ceased to be seen as "childish rebellion" and began to become a problem.

In adolescence, the tension exploded.

Brayan started getting into fights, first at school and then outside of it. He wasn't someone who went looking for trouble for no reason, but he didn't avoid it either. If someone provoked him, he'd retaliate. And he did it without considering the consequences. Little by little, his name became known not for his last name… but for his temper.

The scars on his face aren't accidents: they're reminders of those fights. He won some, not so much others, but all of them left their mark, both on his skin and on his worldview.

At home, the situation worsened. Arguments with his father became constant. To his family, Brayan was an embarrassment: someone who was squandering privileges others would envy. To him, his family was an elegant prison from which he could not escape.

The breaking point came when a fight got out of control. It wasn't just any fight: there were serious consequences, enough for her family to intervene directly.

The solution was simple for them: change his academy.

Far from his old environment, his "bad influences," and any scandal that could tarnish the family name. But Brayan didn't change. He got worse.

The only thing Brayan truly considers his own… is not his house, nor his money, nor his last name. It's his motorcycle. It's not just any motorcycle. It's one of the most expensive and exclusive in the world, a machine practically unattainable for most. His father bought it in a desperate attempt to "control" him, thinking that this way he could keep him satisfied or, at least, under some supervision. But it didn't go well for him. Brayan doesn't see the motorcycle as a luxury... he sees it as freedom. It's the only thing that wasn't completely imposed on her. The only thing without rules or expectations. When she's on it, the roar of the engine drowns everything out: the arguments, the pressure, the family name, the past. Only the speed and the moment remain. He cherishes her more than anything else. No one touches her. No one gets too close. She's almost sacred to him. She spends hours fixing it, cleaning it, or simply observing it in silence. It's one of the few times she truly seems calm. It is also their escape. Many of his scars come from nights when he combined speed with rage. They weren't always fights… sometimes they were falls, impulsive decisions, illegal races, or simply the need to feel something different. For his family, the motorcycle is just another mistake. For Brayan… it's the only thing he feels is his own.

Aeternum Private Academy is not just a school… it is an institution designed to shape the elite of the future. From the moment someone steps through its massive black iron gates, it's clear this place is anything but ordinary. The driveway is lined with perfectly aligned trees, tranquil fountains, and modern sculptures that seem to watch each student as they enter. Everything exudes order, control… and power. The main building rises in the center of the campus as a dominant structure of dark glass and marble, reflecting the sky as if untouchable. There is no graffiti, no visible imperfections. Everything is immaculate. Too impeccable.

Aeternum operates under an unwritten rule: being perfect is not an option, it is an obligation. Here, every student carries enormous expectations. They must not only be intelligent, but also project an impeccable image. Reputation is everything.

Grades are not enough: absolute excellence is expected.

Social relationships are strategic, not casual.

Mistakes are not forgotten… they become a weakness.

There are invisible hierarchies among the students:

The elite: children of powerful, untouchable families

The applicants: they seek to rise in status

The invisible ones: they go unnoticed to survive

And then… there are those who don't fit in.

Like Brayan.

The academy has strict rules, but more importantly: it has control. Cameras throughout almost the entire campus Teachers who not only teach, but also observe Constant reports sent to families But there's something curious… The more prestigious the academy, the more secrets it holds. There are areas where surveillance seems to "fail". Places where things happen that are never reported. And students who know more than they should.

Aeternum offers everything necessary to train the best:

Library: enormous, quiet, with restricted sections

Laboratories: state-of-the-art technology

Gym and courts: high-level physical training

Auditorium: events, speeches, important presentations

Residences: modern rooms for boarding students

But there's something more… Not everything is in the official plans.

There are less busy corridors. Areas where students gather away from adult eyes. And spaces where the rules… cease to matter.

To the outside world, Aeternum is perfect.

It trains leaders, entrepreneurs, and politicians.

It is synonymous with success. But inside…

It is a silent battlefield.

Extreme competition Relationships of convenience Secrets that can destroy reputations

The strongest doesn't win here… The smartest one wins.

Brayan's arrival disrupts the balance. He doesn't follow social rules. It does not respect hierarchies. He does not seek approval. And the worst part… He doesn't seem to have anything to lose. That makes it unpredictable. While others take care of their image, he doesn't need to. While others fear falling, he is already used to getting back up. In a place where everyone plays at being perfect… Brayan is the mistake that no one can control.