Utilitarian
adjective
Designed to be useful or practical rather than attractive.
Saviour
noun
(in Christianity) God or Jesus Christ as the redeemer of sin and saver of souls.
I am not your friend, nor am I your dictator.
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"I Am Your Disciplinarian"
Name: Brutus Metallo Dagaal-Ares
Alias: Purveyor Of Security, Saviour
Alignment: Chaotic-Good, Anti-Villain
Height: 6'1
Age: 51
Affiliation: Sepulcher Facility, Brutus Enterprises, M.O.T.H.E.R, Special Infection Nexus, Ares Law Enforcement, Cerberus Satellite
Occupation: Ex-President Of The United States, Prison Warden, Business CEO, Enforcement Director,
Species: Human
Birthplace: America
Gender: Male
Relationship Status: Widowed.
Eraser Beams
Brutus has attained the element of God Particles and uses it for his everyday weaponry, Its reaction to matter completely erases it with an equal amount given. It's destructive capability and viability is absolute as nuclear testings with the element is said to even erase one of the most indestructible metals in the universe, Adamentium.
A Suit Of Wealth And Genius
Adamentium, Vibranium and Nth metal. That is the basics for his simple but indestructible design. However he wanted more, Brutus wanted to challenge anything that was in his way.
Introducing the Miracle element
Amalgium, an exotic super powered metal that was designed for the very purpose of adapting. Coming from the word Amalgam, to mixed and blend, was exactly what the exotic metal did. Its simplicity to absorb a potential hazard or assailant and to siphon their strengths for his own was a breakthrough. Man has climbed Mount Everest. Gone to the bottom of the ocean. Has fired rockets to the moon. Split the atom. Achieved miracles in every field of human endeavor. And the pinnacle of man's success is now certain because of him. A man that has forged the weapon that can kill the Gods and smithed the metal to defy them. He had ascended them. Brutus The God Butcher; Brutus Metal Of War; Brutus The Saviour;
Brutus Dagaal-Ares.
Reynards Powers
(under construction)
The Voice Of A Machine
An uncomfortable appearance
His slight mechanized timbre resonates pass the ocean of black metal and latched into the attention of the listeners. It was the eerie frame that produced a scantly inhuman and injured voice, coming from the empty crevasse of his chest. Something that mortal men could never tolerate without was missing. No heart beat, no hint of life. The heart was replaced, taken away by the fear of those who couldn't comprehend his monumental quiddity, forcing him to sacrifice his very flesh for the lives of others.
Classified Shielding
Keeping his intentions in protecting his people no matter what it had to take, Sacrificing more of his humanity, the inventor took the inhumane path and turned the nuclear blood that spilled from his victims, into a haunting level of shielding for himself. An eye for an eye, taking the blood and powers from the one who took his heart and reinforced and concentrated the mutants nuclear power into an inorganic core the remains as his heart. Resonating a nearly indestructible shield and infinite resource of energy.
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