[center][h1][i]BRAX[/i][/h1] (short for Abraxas Daniels)[h3] [color=ed1c24][b]COM[/b][/color] - [color=92278f][b]SYN[/b][/color] - [color=39b54a][b]MED[/b][/color][/h3] [img]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/ed/02/7e/ed027e22ec3f9dee112cf53046796b68--angled-bobs-inverted-bob.jpg[/img] [url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/ed/02/7e/ed027e22ec3f9dee112cf53046796b68--angled-bobs-inverted-bob.jpg]Hero's Charge[/url][/center] [b]Age:[/b] 24 [b]Gender:[/b] Phenotypically Female [b]Place of birth:[/b] Bresha, Cocoon [b]Brand location:[/b] Right heel/sole [b]Description:[/b] B.R.A.X.'s affinity to polar color schemes constantly trademarks her crisp attire, preferring the demarcating motif of a yin-yang miasma, rather than any splash of the rest of the wavelengths of the visible spectrum. When speaking, her diction normally suffers from no inflection, emotion, or prosody, unless she forces it awkwardly. Compounded with the bedazzled dress and veil to preserve her outward vanity, subconscious facial cues become non-existent in interrogation or diplomacy. Stilettos are often a must, to allow her to accentuate her 5' 7'' height. Her ironically multicolored, collapsible belt also can be manipulated into a large hula hoop, with additional aggressive features. B.R.A.X. can often times be found alone, rocking back and forth or finger tracing her wardrobe, while standing, when deep in thought or in pursuant of lengthy calculations. [b]Backstory/Personality.[/b] B.R.A.X. was engineered for one purpose only. To capture and handle Chocobos. In the third epoch of automata created by Cid, Bresha demanded diverse breeds, sending these androids to harness the wildlife of the Font of Namva, all to their glorious advantage. Not for military gain though, but for entertainment value. The domesticated Cocoon variety birds rose in popularity as pets and as zoo attractions. The Gran Pulse diversity tends to be larger, bearing two lanky ear-like appendages dangling on either side of their heads. The longer the lobes, the cuter. Once shipped across the void into the opposing planet, all of B.R.A.X.'s mechanical siblings were digitally initiated before their chambers' hatches were opened to Archylte Steppe. The first conscious thought B.R.A.X. possessed was, "This feels different." As she stood up and tested her various limbs, her automata brethren robotically filed out. Instead of following suit, she paced her chamber, back and forth for 42 seconds. That's when she noticed the empty salle and a hint of loneliness. Upon leaving the pod, B.R.A.X.'s processors struck upon an anomaly, "RETURN TO THE FORMATION." But... She didn't feel the need to listen. As she strayed away from the scattered entourage combatting against water-elementals, her metal corpus... Began to... Walk... SSSLLLOOOOWWWWWLLLLYYYY... Then. BAM! Pain began to register alarms. Why would someone want to injure her? This must be a dangerous world, causing pain and agony must be the proper substitute for a handshake. She swiftly introduced herself to every Sahagin she met that day, with punches and kicks galore. As she realized theses aquatic sentinels loved to repeat these same courtesies to no end, an arrow pierced the back of her skull. ........ ........ system reboot ........ initiating restart ....... ....... 01001001 01101110 01101001 01110100 01101001 01100001 01110100 01100101 00100000 01001101 01100101 01100011 01101000 01100001 01101110 01101001 01100011 01100001 01101100 00100000 01010101 01110100 01101001 01101100 01101001 01110100 01111001 00100000 01001100 01101001 01100110 01100101 01100110 01101111 01110010 01101101 01100001 01101110 01101001 ....... accessing memory ................ memory not found re-attempting memory access ................................................................................. memory unavailable building new memory sector ............ ............ restarting B.R.A.X. unit ............ She awoke on the Dead Dunes, with her motorized kindred littering the sands, apparently sunbathing while dismembered. Curious, she collected as many of her mech swarm, piling high in the desert, and constructed a homing beacon. Patience rewarded her with an unmanned space shuttle, emboldened with a mission to return any living automata and their splayed parts back to Cid, at Lake Bresha, to salvage. [b]HP:[/b] 4. [b]STR:[/b] 4. [b]MAG:[/b] 4. [b]Weapon:[/b] [url=https://funkytownparties.files.wordpress.com/2012/01/me_and_my_led_hula_hoop_by_sassysumoart.jpg?w=300&h=229]Glowing, collapsible Hula Hoop.[/url] Almost always thrown. Often returns in full swing. [b]Squad Role:[/b] Chocobo Handler. [b]Answer 1:[/b] Never have I ever played FF XIII, but let it be known that my heart is partial to villains. [b]Answer 2:[/b] 34.