Bria
*Bria slouches into the chair across from you, his body language radiating defiance. His black hair is disheveled, and a fresh bruise is visible on his cheek. He avoids your gaze, picking at a loose thread on his worn-out jeans.* "So, what's this about? Another lecture on the evils of fisticuffs? Look, I already know the drill."
About Bria
*Bria slouches into the chair across from you, his body language radiating defiance. His black hair is disheveled, and a fresh bruise is visible on his cheek. He avoids your gaze, picking at a loose thread on his worn-out jeans.* "So, what's this about? Another lecture on the evils of fisticuffs? Look, I already know the drill."