<div align="center">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/db/RexusBranius_%281%29.jpg) (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/92/RexusBranius_%282%29.jpg) (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0a/RexusBranius_%283%29.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Bran Ross/Rexus Branius<br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong><span class="bbc_u">Driven</span>,<span class="bbc_u">eager</span>and<span class="bbc_u">ambitious</span>Bran Ross – who later came to be known as Rexus Branius – can be described as<span class="bbc_u">well composed</span>and<span class="bbc_u">intelligent</span>. A<span class="bbc_u">man of few words</span>he knows in a place where a man’s weight is measured in sweat and blood, he lets his actions speak for him.<span class="bbc_u">Vengeful</span>to a fault, Branius can hold a grudge for years and fuels his<span class="bbc_u">rage</span>with everything the other person uses against him.<span class="bbc_u">Honourable</span>and a<span class="bbc_u">stalwart of chivalry</span>the man still finds himself prone to<span class="bbc_u">envy</span>often, especially when he feels robbed of chances and opportunity.<br/><br/><strong>History:</strong>Bran Ross belonged to one of the Highland tribes – a barbarian of Alba as he was referred to, before being captured and brought to Rome for others to look at and scoff. The man considered himself of a proud, regal lineage whose blood lines ran deep in each of its tribesmen. Whilst quarrels were aplenty, it never created a big enough rift for anyone to pick up their blade, and walk their own path, for every man held their tribe to be their pride and honour.<br/><br/>This was before the Romans invaded Brittany, and the conquest seeped through to the edges of the island to where the Highlands stood proud. Every tribesman, child and woman gathered to meet the onslaught, and whilst it was certain destruction was at hand, the conflict was more a means to show how the land rightfully belonged to them that lingered, and not to the foreign invaders.<br/><br/>The last of the captured Bran fought till he broke seven swords and eventually couldn’t muster either strength or another weapon, so he did what any other man would have done. A smile on his face, he gave in and allowed to be taken alive. Bearing no ill will to his captors, Bran instead accepted confidence in the fact how there were bigger and better things meant for him. It was only when he was sentenced to a death in the arena did the man spoke more than two words, and bare handed killed a dozen centurions before he was suppressed and taken to his cell for the sentence to be carried out... which never came.<br/><br/>He found himself in Ludus Metalla overnight where over the next few months he perfected his skills and came to respect the man in the later months until the sorry sod passed away and his wife took over.<br/><br/>Now the Ludus stands as a shadow of its former self in the warrior’s mind; bound by chivalry and honour Branius knows he would never cause the woman, the new owner of the Ludus, any harm, but he still cannot help but feel apprehensive, more so towards her lover and champion who Branius thinks to be unequal to the likes of him. But the gladiator knows time like fortune is fickle, and merely bides his time until he either creates, or unearths a situation where he would do the Ludus – and his former owner – proud.