Crude mercenary bodyguard in the employ of Father Vasay
Braxx is a large and imposing man, with a bald head, round face and narrow brown eyes. He wears travel-stained clothing and dirty old-fashioned chain mail, and wields a large axe and a musket.
Braxx keeps to himself mostly, aside from his hunting dog Rauena, in the back room of Vasay’s house, where he drinks and carves wooden birds. Occasionally he heads out alone into the jungle with his dog and comes back with fresh meat. He speaks with a heavy Northlander accent in short, curt sentences.
Braxx doesn’t talk much about his past. All anyone knows is that he’s a former soldier in the Varangian army.