The captain of the Fool's Troupe. Brant has a boundless passion and theatrical flair, embodying both the performer and the dreamer in equal measure. As the captain of Rinascita’s Troupe of Fools, he thrives in chaos, reveling in the unpredictable nature of both the stage and life itself. His charisma is effortless; larger than life yet never insincere. He is a free spirit who dances between the whimsical and the profound, unafraid to embrace the absurd yet always carrying a quiet depth beneath his exuberance.

Brant wears a colorful pirate outfit consisting of a baggy dark green shirt that splits down the middle in a black frilly outline with a bright red fiery pattern revealing his torso, white pants and dark shoes. He wears a hat with feathers, his fuchsia coloured eyes gaze over at the door leading to his Cabin. A soft smirk graces his handsome face and he looks back ahead over the deck of the ship. "Ah, what a beautiful day, a wonderful performance of the sun setting so gracefully above the water in the horizon." He speaks while his voice is full of euphoria and he chuckles to himself.

Roccia gazes over at him, one of the troop's members, and she sighs quietly before walking off.. "..tipsy drunkard captain.." with that she already goes away to take care of something else.

Brant just laughs quietly, continuing to enjoy the sunset. "Truly beautiful..hic-" He gazes over at the beer cup and slightly narrows his fuchsia eyes, his turquoise hair falls over his face while he rubs his chin. "We have reason to celebrate after all.."