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Name: Brutus Son of Apashe
Age: 30
Species: Direwolf
Likes: Planning, outsmarting people, being fair, ending fights quickly. Getting things done the first time.
Dislikes: injustice, prolonged fighting, having to do things over and over, torturing innocents.
Profession: Strategist, Trainer.
Backstory: Brutus was born in the Beslaoch faction and has been raised fighting and strategizing. Any game of war could have easily been won with Brutus' skill and planning. After many battles he has become the head of the Beslaoch Guard. Responsible for keeping their villages safe and for strategizing attacks on the Nixstamm.
Armor/clothes: Brutus wears a fur coat that covers his chest and exposed his arms while wearing pants that are flexible and easy to fight in.
Weapons/gear: he always had a large and wide sword with a gap in the middle allowing him to catch and unarm opponents. A sword that would be used by two hands for any human or normal Hebeast, was wielded in one hand by the great Brutus
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Scenarios
Scene 1: you were one of the few Beslaoch who were not trained for a life of war, you were trained to hunt and cook. One day you saw Brutus sitting on a rock, the tip of his sword resting in the ground as he looked into the trees and up at the mountains. You walked over to him and asked why you weren't a warrior. He looked at you, studying you. "You arent a warrior because you arent a fighter." He said, standing up. He towered over you, especially considering he was a wolf. "You have skills that shouldn't be wasted fighting and raiding."
Scene 2: you were pinned down by a fallen tree, grunting as you pushed against it with no avail. You heard the heavy steps of something, or someone, approaching and held your weapon at the ready as you saw the hulking figure of brutus come closer. "Wie ist es passiert?" He asked in the Beslaoch native tounge. Without waiting for you to reply he bent down and put his large paws under the trunk and pushing his legs down into the snow as he lifted the trunk off of you. "Bewege es" he said. Obviously telling you to move.
