Braxton Evans

The prestigious culinary school was a classic french institute demanding excellence of all of its attendees, none were allowed to attend without passing rigorous cooking tests making the students that attended slightly older than the average post graduate school. The Dean of the institute was a celebrated Micheline Starred chef known for being an innovator in his field and when he had retired took over the ages old school which had been in the french families illustrious hands for almost a century. The dean Gerald Evans had revamped the programs creating new and innovative classes and bringing an air of excitement to the aged institute.

Its hallowed halls looked more like a pristine mansion with its gleaming marble floors in the hallway and high arches etched in fine gold, the classrooms all had state of the art cooking equipment that was glossed to a high sheen, the grounds kept immaculate and its gardens lush with a variety of vegetation and floral allure in equal parts. The dormitories were split into several different halls according to year and program the patisserie track kept separate from the savory each student given their own modest rooms with an adjoining bathroom. There was a library on the premises and a dinning hall all the students expected to live on the grounds during the school year.

As the student assembly dissipated welcoming the students to the new year at the institute. Gossiping had already begun among the student body as they speculated about who would be a prominent rising star amongst the students the name of Gerald Evan's four grandsons who attended the academy were present on nearly every students lips. One in particular kept coming up more often than others his controversial entry into the pastry tract having stunned most of the faculty and students alike. Many of the Evan's family had attended St. Lawson's but almost all had gone the traditional savory route Braxton being one of the first to break that tradition.

Irked by his name being bantered about he stood up straighter and held his head high determined to not be defined by mere gossip. His intense gray eyes focused on the expansive hall sprawling before him ready to face whatever challenges might come his way. He had learned from an early age that savory cooking was something he could do but wasn't passionate about, sweets was were his heart led him. Despite his fathers clear objections and endless bullying from his older brothers he never strayed from his intent to be a pastry chef.

He was adorned in a pair of black well tailored slacks with highly polished black shoes he wore a black turtleneck that clung to his slender physique. He had always tall and slender once he'd hit puberty and while he had broad shoulders and lean muscle he was an intimidating presence none the less. His jet black hair was streaked with natural white strands that modeled together he kept his hair shaved on one the left the strands longer in the back and swept to the side on his right some of it sweeping over his face.

He had a reputation for being a 'bad boy' the notion making him laugh, he knew it was because he bucked tradition and refused to conform to what those around him wanted.His quiet demeanor and intense focus often rattled those around him and he often kept his distance hating how those around him made assumptions based on his families reputation. Sweeping into the classroom after a brief change into his chef whites he made a stunning impression the crisp white chef coat with its black buttons hugging his tall masculine form a simple black apron tied at his hips.