Brutus
| If people came with sandpaper grit classifications, the packaging for Brutus would show his in the single digits. Already larger than most, his countenance also lends itself to two things that aid in the fear factor; tons of experience and a touch of insanity. Those who have dealt with the man also know him as "The Brute," though any would be wise to second guess whether to call him that to his face. Very few know the nickname's true origin, most satisfied with simply ascribing it to his size and visage. But those who know him more deeply have seen both sides of his not insignificant bipolar disorder and what he's capable of, both contributing to the real story. |  |
 | He likes his smokes, his drinks, his trade, and his laughs; not always in that order. A mercenary moonlighting as a fence, The Brute is a fantastic man to have on your side and God help you if he's not. There's a mischievous side to Brutus. If you look closely and see one of those smirks stretching his stubbled cheeks, something is afoot in the mind of a madman. |