Brax

After his adventures on floor four had finally finished, Brax had stepped into the teleport gate and transported to the Town of Beginnings so as to drop off his final snowflakes. The time on his chronometer said that he still had time, but to be extra sure he quickened his gait towards the town square where Jingles held court. He stepped up to the boxes and deposited the last of his snowflakes, watching the counter rise by 48. Eminently satisfied by his contributions, Brax turned to leave but was stopped by the elf with it's following statement: "So, Brax, how do you think you did?" Brax t

Brax made a final stop in the Town of Beginnings, his day almost complete. He had not been back for quite some time, having spent many of his days out and about in the wilds, hunting down snowflakes and monsters galore. Indeed, he had almost forgotten that he would have to drop his earnings off in the Town before the end of the event, in order for them to count. As he strode up to the boxes, and the elf that sat by them in repose, Brax calmly stated, "I have returned, strange creature, with the results of my hunting trips. Will you accept them?" "Yes, of COURSE I will, you naughty, naught

Another trip into the wilds, another bag of flakes to give the strange, very strange, elf residing in town. Brax strode back up to Jingles and deposited his earnings: "Here you are, another 68 flakes for the 'Naughty' box." "My, my, perhaps we should call YOU the Snow Crusader, hmmm dirty boy?" said the elf suggestively, shaking his head in Brax's direction. If the unemotional man could feel dirty from words alone, the elf's tone would set his spine tingling and skin crawling. Instead, the armored individual just shrugged at the statement, saying "Call me what you will, I care not for titl

Brax strode back into town, having completed several hunting trips out in the wilds. He did not know what to think, having been put on the 'Naughty' list for this particular contest, but since he did not feel much anyway, he let the matter pass over him like water under a bridge. Having said that, he knew he must represent himself and his team well, given that he had agreed to participate in the endeavor to begin with. Striding over to the elf and his boxes, he stated, "I believe this is where we drop our snowflakes off, yes?" "Indeed, armored warrior, place your snowflakes in the "Naughty

Having finished up a round of training on the 2nd floor, Brax thought it a good idea to restock on essentials. The largest marketplace was on floor one, so he was perusing the wares when Jingle appeared. Never one for frivolity, Brax initially scoffed at the idea. However, he could not deny that this could be a necessary thing. There was no true downside to participating, and it would afford him some further interaction with members of the community, potential party members and all that. Though mostly immune to the holiday spirit, Brax still had the social necessity for human interaction,

Brax, the Pactagonal Knight Profile Username: Brax Real name: Brandon ????? Age: 29, Birthday 2/21/86 Gender: Male Height: 6 ft About: History/personality Not much is known about Brandon before his 29th birthday. His first memory was waking up in the hospital, somewhere in Dawson Creek, British Columbia. The doctors told him that he had been in a major accident, something involving a car and a child in the road. He had saved the young girl, but was struck forcefully by the vehicle, causing significant brain damage. They diagnosed him with retrograde amnesia and alexi