Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190326124223/@comment-7262318-20190326151900

Name: Brutus

Age: N/A

Sex: Male

Race: Super Mutant

Appearance: Towering at 10 feet tall, wrinkly and scarred face. Light Green tint to his skin, beady yellow eyes and teeth. Basically what you'd expect from a super mutant.

S. P. E. C. I. A. L. (Optional): S - 10, P - 5, E - 8, C - 7, I - 4, A - 2, L - 5

Tag Skills (Optional): Melee Weapons, Unarmed Combat

Perks&Traits (Optional): Resistant to Physical Damage and Rads.

Equipment: Armor and Axe weaponry made from scrap metal and rusted junk. Armor is fashioned to look like an old gladitorial attire, bearing resemblance to Legion uniforms. A sash and belt decorated with the top halves of skulls align his chest and waist.

Backgrounds: Brutus woke up one day in a desert, naked and clutching onto an axe. That's about where his memories began. He set out across the Wastelands to discover his purpose, aimlessly cutting through raiders and slavers, and occasionally some high-powered maniac with an army at his back.

His mentor, Grant "The Bison" Morrison, passed away a few years back after a fierce battle in Denver. Grant left an impression on Brutus, even if it was a small one. He tought the mutant to read, write, and even how to properly use a gun. Though he remained the hardened, angry super mutant that sought for the blood of his enemies and the glory of battle, he did at least learn some things regarding compassion and justice from the old NCR veteran. Ever since his passing, Brutus has tried to find this "good path" and stay down it, even if it didn't always work in his favor.

He made a lot of enemies during his crusades. And now apparently, there was some other evil hunting him and "others like him". Brutus welcomed the challenge that this Shrike presented, and tuned into the frequency that the little slip of paper told him to.

He was anxious to see what threat this Shrike truly posed...