name: Brutus Custos
gender: Male
what are they passionate about?: (over 50 words, less than 300)
Brutus is passionate about a lot of things, protecting he loves, making things like stink bombs, attacking those who've hurt those he cares about, playing video games (fighting games in particular), hacking, and personalizing his stuff. His least favorite of which being protecting those he cares about. When it comes to protecting others, he finds that they tend to keep things from him in an effort to keep his temper at bay, which has lead him to digging into their personal lives and invading others privacy more than he'd like to admit it has. There's truly nothing he hates more than clearing his head after he's done something vengeful and realizing how much he enjoined hurting the viscet who hurt someone he cares about. However, there's probably not much he loves more than attacking and humiliating those he deems criminal while he's doing it. The thrill he gets from setting up pranks, uncovering secrets, exposing lies, and destroying bits of others lives truly scares him. In an effort to relax and take his mind off of some of the things he wishes he wouldn't have, he often times throws himself into personalizing his things, whether that be with markers, sharpies, gluing, painting, or stitching; and has done so to the extent of turning everything he owns into either a unique articular of clothing or object. Someday he hopes his passion for personalizing any thing and everything will turn into a good source of income as well as a means of obtaining more than a comfortable way of life. (258/300)
instrumental: boop
extra: (optional)
"You know Brutus," Started the white and black viscet, "You're not going to keep many friends if you keep doing what you're doing." The small black viscet glanced at his adoptive half brother.
"You're just saying that because you're loosing." He retorted, easily pulling off a difficult combo through a series of rapid button pushing and joystick moving. His chosen character finishing off Roderick's with a well placed hat through the skull. "You wanna play again?" He smiled smugly at his companion, happy to show him who was boss. Roderick shook his head.
"No, twice is enough. Why don't we play air-hockey or something I'm somewhat good at."
"You're not good at air-hockey." The young viscet rolled his eyes.
"Then let's ditch this place and go play mini golf." Rick shrugged his shoulders, his eyes wandering towards a party room as he did so. "You think we'd be able to sneak into a party and grab some food?"
"You're not good at mini golf, and no." Brutus answered. He pushed a few tokens into the machine.
"Choose your Character!" the machine exclaimed. Brutus reselected his character before moving his brother's character picker to one he thought he'd like and pressing A.
"You're not the greatest at mini golf either." Rick said absentmindedly, his paws returning to the controller.
"Choose your location!" The game exclaimed.
"Wait no." Rick said pulling his paws away. "I don't wanna play this anymore."
"It's too late Rich. I already picked your character. You gotta play." He said flicking the selection to a random arena.
"Who'd you pick?"
"Ready? FIGHT!"
"Oh the little blue ninja guy." Roderick mumbled, well aware of how much his brother hated it when he didn't remember video game character names, and the degree of which he was probably rolling his eyes.
(300/300)










