• NAME: Brutus
  • FULL NAME: Brutus Castiel Engel
  • AGE: 17 million
  • BIRTHDAY: January 1st
  • HEIGHT: 7'0
  • TRUE FORM HEIGHT: 10'2
  • GENDER: Male
  • TEXT COLOR: White/Black (depending on dark or light mode)
  • SPECIES: Seraphim! Angel!!
  • OCCUPATION: Stay-at-home Dad
  • LOCATION: Retirement pit, Australia.
  • NICKNAMES: Brute, Zeph, Zephyros, Angel Guy, Zib Zib, Zeep, Love, Dad, FATHER. edgy, mistake, retired old man, old man, papa, what the fuck who are you.
  • OOC TEXT COLOR: red hi guys

AAAUAUUUUUUUGUGU- Ahem.

Brutus(ME!1!) is usually depicted as a "middle aged black man" with white grown out hair and a small stubble beard, though hidden by his hair, he does seem to have a few scars, one even causing a rip in his cheek, showing bare teeth from there. Because he is seraphim, he is normally seen with 3 sets of wings, as they often flutter when he is upset, angry, annoyed, or happy. Behind his head he is shown to have a halo, seemingly spiky enough to stab someone.

As it's revealed and sometimes not shown, he does seem to have tattoos on his arms, as he states he got them 2 years ago.

Brutus's outfit is a typical dead-beat dad type outfit, sporting a white dirty tanktop adorned with blood (not shown above) with black and white plaid boxers, no shoes.

TRUE FORM:

While there are some similarities, Brutus' true form appears to have grey skin and two rings around his eyes, which appear to have yellow/orangish eyes inside.

His outfit seems to consist of a white suit that is adorned with gold and yellow decorations.

THEME SONGS

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Normal:

Fighting:

True form song:

PERSONALITY

While Brutus was normally seen as a serious and formal angel, in the retirement pit, he seemed to have let that go, though often being serious, Brutus appears to have more lively actions, often acting more father-like and uncle-like to those around him, his patience seemed to have shortened quickly because of the new children he has to take care of. He also seems to be aware he is a character in a story, and often breaks the fourth wall.

RELATIONSHIPS

Daisy Bell [60%] Doesn't know her all that well.

Zailyn Bell/Solace [89%] Good friends.

Gratifying Days [78%] Kinda sees him as a nephew, doesn't like when he smacks him down with that axe thing

Ebro4 [58%] Not bad. Talked to him a few times. Doesn't know him all that well either.

Radio Bell [1%] From what I've heard? ..yeah.. not too great.

Venus Bell [0%] No.

Aculia [83%] We're chill.

Shirou: [90%] I see him as a nephew.

Suki [76%] Sees her like a little sister. Started off on the wrong foot.

Kazuhiko [98%] Fiancé. Love him.

Seth [56%] Kinda feels guilty about scaring them when they revived, wish he had a more calmer approach..

urmm i tink daz all yayayayayayy

guys please don't tag me in things that aren't lore/oc/drawing one of my oc wise things, because i find it unnecessary and annoying and i reallly don't wanna be apart of anything like that sooo

plus it reminds me of those tiktok videos of "tag 5 friends and if they don't reply and tag 5 friends back then they are fake" so PLEASE don't tag me in things

"Where's my fucking son you shithead."

Clouds, heavy with rain, hung low over the desolate, moss-covered field. Each drop that fell seemed to amplify the oppressive tension, the pitter-patter on the waterlogged ground a morbid drumbeat to the impending clash. Here, on this forgotten patch of earth, Everest faced Ahelia, his grin sharp and predatory.

Everest, a being of shadow and calculated malice, clutched a gleaming sword in one hand and a leather-bound spellbook in the other. He shifted his weight, a cruel amusement dancing in his eyes. "Ready for a dance, my sweet?" he purred, his voice a low rumble that echoed through the storm.

Ahelia stood firm, her back ramrod straight despite the tremor in her hands. Her bow materialized, crafted from moonlight and solidified hope. An arrow, tipped with pure intention, followed. For a moment, tiny hearts fluttered around her, luminous and fragile. But then, with sickening cracks, they shattered, dissolving into shimmering dust that the rain devoured.

"Everest," Ahelia began, her voice strained against the wind's howl. "Why? Why this? What has possessed you?"

He chuckled, a low, grating sound that sent a shiver down her spine. "Possessed? Darling Ahelia, you always were so dramatic. Let's just say I've shed the tiresome disguise. No more playing the benevolent husband."

"Disguise?" Ahelia’s brow furrowed, confusion warring with the rising tide of dread. "What are you talking about? This isn't you, Everest. This isn't the man I –" She choked on the words.

"The man you thought you loved," Everest corrected, his voice dripping with mockery. "A cleverly constructed facade. I played the part well, didn't I? Even fooled a goddess of love."

"No," Ahelia insisted, even as doubt gnawed at her resolve. "You wouldn't. You couldn't."

"Oh, but I could," he said, taking a step forward. The ground beneath his feet seemed to wither and blacken. "All that light, all that saccharine sweetness... it was suffocating. I needed... freedom."

A flash of lightning illuminated his face, revealing eyes that burned with an infernal glow. "And speaking of freedom, I've taken care of our little problem. He's... occupied somewhere.. Somewhere you won't find him."

"Don't lie, Everest," she hissed, her voice a low thrum of power. "I know you. You might be a master of manipulation, a demon god steeped in darkness, but you underestimate a mother's love. You think Brutus is lost because you want him to be. But I feel him. He's… he's in pain."

"Pain is a lesson, Ahelia," Everest countered, taking a step forward. "A harsh one, perhaps, but necessary. He needs to learn that love is weakness, empathy is a burden. And I, his father, am teaching him."

"You're torturing him!" she shouted, drawing back the arrow. "He's your son! How can you do this?"

"Sentimentality," Everest spat. "A useless human emotion. I am forging him into something stronger, something… more." He opened the spellbook, chanting words in a guttural tongue that seemed to claw at the very air. Shadows writhed around him, thickening the darkness, and the rain seemed to intensify, as if mirroring his rising power.

"I won't let you!" Ahelia cried, releasing the arrow. It streaked through the rain-soaked air, a blinding streak of light aimed directly at Everest's heart.

He barely reacted. With a contemptuous flick of his wrist, he deflected the arrow with his sword. The impact reverberated through the field, sending sparks flying. "Pathetic," he sneered. "Love is a shield of tinsel. Now, let's see if you can withstand the real power, Ahelia."

He lunged, the sword a blur of steel. Ahelia dodged, nimbly evading the deadly strike. She conjured another arrow, releasing it in rapid succession, this time aiming for his joints, his legs, any weakness she could exploit. But Everest was too fast, too strong. He blocked each shot with practiced ease, the spellbook glowing with an unholy light.

"You fight with the sentimentality you preach, my dear," he mocked, his voice dripping with contempt. "No killer instinct, no ruthlessness. You'll never win this way."

He pressed his attack, forcing Ahelia to retreat. She was a goddess of love, not war. Her strength lay in her ability to inspire, to heal, to nurture. But faced with raw, brutal force, she was at a disadvantage.

Suddenly, Everest changed his tactics. He slammed the spellbook shut and, with a flick of his wrist, unleashed a wave of dark energy. It slammed into Ahelia, sending her sprawling into the mud. She gasped, her body momentarily paralyzed by the shock.

"Now," Everest said, striding towards her, his sword raised high. "Let's end this. And then, I'll show you exactly what your precious Brutus has become."

He swung the sword.

The blade sliced through the air, aimed for Ahelia's heart. But with a desperate surge of power, she rolled aside, the blade embedding itself in the mud where she had been moments before. Ahelia scrambled to her feet, her hand instinctively going to a wound on her arm, where the dark energy had burned away a patch of skin. The wound pulsed with an unnatural blackness, spreading rapidly. She hissed in pain, her beautiful face contorted in agony.

Everest laughed, a cruel, triumphant sound. "Interesting. My little curse seems to be working. It seems your love can't heal everything, can it, darling?"

Ahelia ignored him, focusing on the encroaching darkness. She closed her eyes, drawing on the last vestiges of her power. A faint golden light emanated from her, battling against the encroaching shadow. But it was a losing battle. The darkness was too strong, too relentless.

"Give up, Ahelia," Everest urged, his voice almost gentle. "Forget Brutus. He's gone. Accept it."

Ahelia opened her eyes, her gaze fixed on Everest. A flicker of something – defiance, perhaps, or maybe just plain anger – ignited within them.

"Never," she spat, and with a roar of rage, she charged.

She fought with a ferocity she didn't know she possessed. She used her bow as a bludgeon, smashing it against Everest's face. She kicked, she punched, she bit. She fought like a wild animal, driven by a primal need to protect her son.

Everest, caught off guard by her sudden aggression, staggered back, a trickle of blood running from his nose. But he quickly regained his composure, his eyes blazing with a dark satisfaction.

"So, you finally decided to fight dirty," he chuckled, dodging another blow. "Good. Now, let's see if you have the stomach for this."

He grabbed her arm, twisting it behind her back with brutal force. Ahelia screamed in agony, the crack of breaking bones echoing in the rain-soaked air. But she didn't give up. With a surge of adrenaline, she kicked him in the groin, sending him stumbling back.

He roared in pain, his face contorted with rage. "You bitch!" he snarled, and with a move so swift it was almost imperceptible, he brought his sword down, slicing through Ahelia's leg above the knee.

Ahelia screamed again, collapsing to the ground, a fountain of blood erupting from the severed limb. She stared at the stump of her leg in disbelief, her face pale with shock.

Everest stood over her, his chest heaving, his sword dripping with blood. "That," he said, his voice cold and devoid of emotion, "is what true power looks like. And you, my dear, are nothing but a broken relic of a bygone era."

He raised his sword again, ready to deliver the final blow. But as he did, a flicker of doubt crossed his face. He looked at Ahelia, lying helpless in the mud, her eyes filled with pain and despair. And for a moment, just a brief, fleeting moment, he saw the woman he had once loved, the woman who had captivated his heart with her kindness and compassion.

But the moment passed. The darkness consumed him again. He hardened his gaze, and with a guttural roar, he brought the sword down...

...

SLICE

Everest felt his body shiver, feeling like a sword went through his body, and thats what it was. Everest's sword fell, aiming towards Ahelia's heart, before a pitch black vine stopped it.

Ahelia's eyes darted to the figure behind Everest, her eyes widening.

Brutus.

He breathed heavily, black blood pouring down his sword, staring down at his father's body. He was a god. He wouldn't die. But he could still give him a piece of his own medicine.

Ahelia looked towards the vine's source.

Rachel.

Her body shook as her glasses fell to the grass, rain fell onto it silently..

..

At last. A peaceful ending. The Engel Family lives another day.

But will it last forever? Only time will tell.

A delivery man comes right up to the door with an envelope signed "aevry" on the front.

Upon opening it you find a neatly crafted invitation message. It has beautiful magazine clippings and very neat handwriting!!!

It reads, " Hiiiiii!! If you’re getting this that means yeur invited to my birthday!!!!!!!! I’m sending invites to everyone on my friendslist but everyone else is welcome to attend too :) When: friday 3/28 Where: myyy void/lab/uhhhh home??!?!"

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Brutus reads the note and shrugs.

"What could wrong-? Despite every other birthday-"

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WHAT.

THE.

FUCK.

A delivery man comes right up to the door with an envelope signed "aevry" on the front.

Upon opening it you find a neatly crafted invitation message. It has beautiful magazine clippings and very neat handwriting!!!

It reads, " Hiiiiii!! If you’re getting this that means yeur invited to my birthday!!!!!!!! I’m sending invites to everyone on my friendslist but everyone else is welcome to attend too :) When: friday 3/28 Where: myyy void/lab/uhhhh home??!?!"

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Brutus reads the note and shrugs.

"What could wrong-? Despite every other birthday-"

Anonymous asked:

Nya, hello! Applying for kitten status here :3 I am a very nice kitty, I don't bite! I'll even meow for you in VC! I like to purr when you pet my head. Don't touch my tail! It's very sensitive, unless I'm your kitten, you can do whatever you want! I'm would be yours, after all! Please make me your kitty! Nya! :33

Love, Kazuhiko! < 3

YES.

ahem.

uhhh- suree..??

(I’m drawing me, @rosedawolf , @pancakepieman25 , @themanedbish , and @brutuscastielengel in teen titans outfits bc I’m bored so which is better?

BC ITS A TIE. IMA PUT BOTH OUTFITS.

I look better than PANCAKEPIEMAN45 LETS GO

Captured my handsomeness very well..

I LOVE THIS HAHAH

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