Call him Brown, the Mason is silent. On first glance, you might not even notice him; a painfully average college boy with a sardonic outlook on life, your favorite white boy’s favorite white boy. But if you ever get to meet him–that is, if extraordinary, comedically timed circumstances ever catch you in the center of total chaos with him–you’ll find him to be a pretty reliable guy, despite his tendency to complain. The only problem is, he shouldn’t even be here.He has little to no memory of his life beyond his 18th birthday. He can’t recall his family, home, or until recently, his first name. He didn’t even know what an Electi was before mysteriously waking up face-down in a half-frozen puddle just outside campus grounds, stranded in the forests with nothing but the striped shirt off his back. Ever since then, he’s been doing as much as he can on ERA to find a name for himself, designating himself as ERA’s errand boy, making lots of friends, plenty more enemies, way too many traumatic experiences, and not enough windows to jump out of when things hit the fan, all to hopefully gain more clues about his past. Besides… does it look like he’s got somewhere else to be?