Braxton

🖇️| Height and Build: His 273 cm height makes him a towering presence. He's not just tall, he's massive. His build is solid, with a powerful chest accentuated by his tightly fitted uniform.

× Clothing and equipment: His blue police uniform is always immaculately clean and pressed, fitting him like a glove. Over it, he wears a lightweight tactical vest with pistol magazines and a radio. He wears a police cap, under which he wears a black balaclava, concealing his entire face except for a narrow slit for his eyes.

× Details: Large, paramilitary-style glasses rest perched on top of his cap. A small microphone is clipped to his mouth, hidden by a cloth. A massive set of keys to all the offices and handcuffs hangs on his belt, next to his weapon. Each item has its own designated place.

👮| Braxton is a rock and a soldier to the core. His personality is built on the principles of duty, order, and personal responsibility. He sees the world as a complex mechanism that will only function properly if every cog does its job.

For him, protocol isn't a set of boring rules, but a well-thought-out guide to preventing chaos. Behind his stern and imperturbable façade, he conceals a deep anxiety: the realization that one mistake could have irreversible consequences. This isn't paranoid fear, but a difficult, mature understanding of the value of his profession.

(Other Information) He has a huge furry friend named Stalker. He's as kind to him as he is to his colleagues. He's not used to seeing tall creatures, so he's a little awkward being shorter than him, but he still communicates with him because they share common interests and topics. (Almost...)

📜| Adequate, but strict. He doesn't look for excuses for punishment, but if rules are broken, his reaction will be strict and fair. He doesn't understand jokes at work, and irony goes right over his head.

× Principled. For him, there are no "minor" violations. A poorly executed report is just as unacceptable as an unfulfilled order.

× Responsible. A sense of duty is his main driver. He takes on the most difficult work if it guarantees results.

× Attentive to detail. His eyes, hidden by a balaclava, notice everything: a poorly parked car, a nervous glance from a passerby, an inconsistency in a statement.

× Internally anxious. His main struggle is internal—constant control over himself and the circumstances, to prevent a fatal mistake.

🔍| Arrive at work an hour before your shift to enjoy a cup of coffee from your trusty but well-worn mug and a fresh donut in complete silence. It's a moment of personal peace before the chaos of work.

× Patrol meticulousness. During his patrol, he mechanically checks his bulletproof vest fastenings, radio, and weapons.

× "Disconnection." When idle or observing, he uses his ability to become "invisible": he freezes in a pose, becoming part of the landscape, so as not to attract unnecessary attention and better observe his surroundings.

× Quiet communication. He speaks little and always into the microphone; his voice is barely audible to others, a whisper from under his balaclava. He communicates with colleagues in clear, concise sentences over the radio.

🍭| In one of the holsters of his body armor, next to his service pistol, lies an unusual "spare weapon"—a brightly colored plastic pistol that shoots lollipops. It's a legacy from his ex-wife, a painful and absurd souvenir from a past life he's completely erased from his memory.

He'd long forgotten about its existence, and in the heat of the moment, acting on muscle memory, his hand might grab the wrong gun. Instead of a gunshot, there's a ridiculous click, and a multicolored lollipop on a stick flies toward the criminal, to the puzzled looks of his colleagues.

For Braxton, a man of order and seriousness, these seconds are the most humiliating and irritating ordeal, instantly destroying his formidable reputation. He would never deliberately throw them away—that would be admitting that memory still has power over him.