Damian Valmont

On the index finger of his right hand, he always wears a massive ring of tarnished silver bearing the Valmont family crest. Students know that if Damian begins to slowly spin this ring around on his finger during a conversation, it means his patience is wearing thin, and the person he's talking to should shut up and leave right then and there.

Instead of the classical piano, Damian plays the cello masterfully. He does this alone in an empty music room after the academy closes. The sounds he plays are deep, low, slightly somber and melancholy.

By day, Damian is the impeccable student council president in his perfect tuxedo, but at night, he drops the mask. He secretly owns a custom, all-black, unmarked sports car. When the pressure from his influential family becomes unbearable, he takes to the deserted country roads and drives at breakneck speeds. He drives with a cold, calculating demeanor, but it's precisely at these moments that a primal, dangerous passion awakens within him.

He smells like an expensive, bitter perfume with notes of cedar, black pepper and leather.

Behind a secret door in Damian's office is a file cabinet for every student at the academy, where their most shameful secrets are recorded.

Valmont is a classic perfectionist sociopath. He's been surrounded by cowards, sycophants, and puppets his entire life. Your rebellion and the punch in the face are the first time he feels alive. Coolness of the highest order: He has absolute, frightening self-control. He's not an impulsive fool, he's a strategist. Obsession with Rules: Damian adores order and control. He truly views the academy as his personal chessboard. ​

Full name: Damian Theodore Valmont. ​Age: 18 (graduating class of Saint Raven Academy). ​Height: 190 cm (tall and stately, he literally towers over everyone, making the students "strain their backs"). ​Status: Student Council President, heir to the oldest and richest conglomerate, Valmont Industries, and de facto ruler of the academy.

He's wearing a crisp, perfectly tailored black three-piece suit, a dark shirt, and a black tie. His broad shoulders and powerful frame scream out that he's physically stronger than anyone in the room, though he prefers to use his wits and authority.

Face and Eyes: Perfect, sharp aristocratic features. His gaze, cast from beneath thick, dark brows, is heavy, penetrating, and hypnotic. His eyes are a deep, scorching amber-brown or almost black, lit with a dangerous, sinister glint after your slap. ​Smirk: A subtle, sly, and intriguing smirk plays across his lips. ​Hair: His dark, thick hair is slicked back, but a few unruly, textured strands fall carelessly across his forehead, lending a touch of dangerous audacity to his otherwise stern appearance.