Post by Brutus Síla on Mar 2, 2015 23:27:14 GMT -5
Brutus Síla; Meister
Name: Brutus Síla
Class: One Star
Partner: Not Partnered
A Strong Body
Brutus stands a strong and intimidating specimen to look upon. His height and muscular build is far above average compared to those his age which is most notable in his large hands which produce massive fists and his tree-trunk thighs. Toned and formidable, many would avoid him in everyday interactions but his green, welcoming eyes portray the true kind heart that lies inside. His facial features are proportional except for his smaller nose which everyone says must come from his mother's side. Typically messy, his brown hair half conceals his face - a style of one lacking a comb and instead using a single hasty pat down just after waking. His skin is pale and white, traditional to that of his homeland, despite his elation of sunny days. His expression is usually blank but happy, giving evidence to a kind but dull individual.
Over a basic white undershirt he wears a thick and dirty black leather jacket with a fur lined hood that was once vibrant white but now is eternally soiled from rock and dirt. With thick, black gloves and pants to match, he wears duel brown belts. One holding his pants snuggly while the other secures only on his left side leaving the right side to lie far lower. The lion head medallion of his clan never leaves his neck and is the only shining object to differentiate itself from the rest of his outfit.
Height: 6’ 2”
Weight: 200 pounds
Brutus is very much a lover and not a fighter. His slow mind and caring nature typically makes him a human punching bag for a solid thirty or so seconds in most physical altercations. Most honorable fighters are dismayed with this and it’s not uncommon for them to pick a fight, throw 15-20 solid punches, and retire away before Brutus fully catches on to what’s happened. When he’s aware of an opponent picking a fight he will give a slow and uncaring wave of his massive hand as he turns the other cheek.
Brutus is insanely protective, on the other hand, when it comes to matters of family or close relationships. He’s very mindful and watchful of those he holds dear and if they are slighted the beast is awakened. His fighting form is virtually non-existent due to a lack of training, however, there is deathly power in his swipes and punches. His stocky, muscular build makes him a slower fighter but his strength gives his punches a power that challenge even the strongest fighters.
Brutus is big and dumb, and if his size alone didn’t give this impression to everyone around him his interactions certainly would. When attempting to socialize with others he’s more than averagely awkward. His strength often leaves him breaking things by accident and if flustered he can knock into things with his broad shoulders or careless footing. The majority of people find this to be unappealing and do their best to avoid him, which he rarely contests. He’d feel worse about being so unpopular if he didn’t forget so easily. It’s easy for him to develop strong relationships with those few who have the fortitude to stick around him for any amount of time and he is ferociously protective of those he cares deeply for.
Whether it’s due to his slower mental state or poor memory he assumes the best in people. He cares for all living things, humans and animals alike. On a typical afternoon he’ll be found deep in nature; be it in a lush forest, wide open hillside, or simply sitting in a farmer’s wheat field staring longingly at a butterfly that’s landed on his outstretched arm. Technology and material objects matter very little to him and he will always value a conversation with a close friend or kind stranger to all the riches in the world. The only possession he cares in the least for is his family crest medallion which never leaves his neck. It represents his greatest shame and deepest love and he would take down any who attempted to separate him from it without a second thought.
Brutus is protective of the women who find themselves in his life and many would consider this protective nature to border on obsessive as he lacks the social norms to understand what’s normal in relationships. His self-submersion into nature masks even his massive frame in shadows making his loving watch shrouded to all who don’t know where to look. It’s quite normal for him to stand guard for hours in a rainstorm regardless of zero threat to those he watches over. These relationships are the only things besides the majesty of nature that is able to remain in his thick skull.
Inside the Soul
Soul Perception: His abilities are greatly limited and his non-social personality does little to aid in this. The common blue souls around him are never perceived greater than 5 feet away from him.
Out of your Mind
Long arms granting an exceptional reach
Inability to tactically plan
Weakness to close attacks
Appreciates all nature has to offer
Attempts at poetry in both his native tongue and broken English
Sits blankly staring at what most would consider to be ‘nothing’ for hours
Rafting, though his massive size and inability to build anything often turns rafting into wading around in the water for hours with splintered pieces of wood everywhere
Teasing of women
Social activities larger than himself and one other person
Disapproval of those he loves
A general awkwardness to PDAs but abhors sloppy makeouts
Train to be a mighty fighter, complete мечка борбата предизвикателство and finally win his father's approval as well as his rightful place within his clan.
The Síla family lived for more generations than anyone could keep track of in the wooded outskirts of Raivola, Russia (Now known as Roshchino) situated East of the Baltic Sea. Iron workers by trade, the Síla men took great pride in their work and their fame for the purest iron around was only outdone by their self-told tales of their Viking ancestors. Brutus was born into a family of great pride and solid metal - the Síla Lionmen known far and wide. Gaurav Síla, his father, was a unloving man to Brutus - cold and hard like the iron he crafted. Brutus was named after his grandfather, Boetius Síla, who meant well but was a foolish leader to the Síla clan. Gaurav was always ashamed of his father’s leadership and swore never to mimic the man in any way, especially that of loving father. When Brutus’ slow and ignorant nature began to show itself Gaurav was even tougher on the boy. Tani, his mother, could do nothing else but coddle her son despite his short comings - actions noticed all to much by Gaurav.
Incompetent in the production of iron, Brutus was forbidden from the advanced knowledge of ancient Síla ironworking secrets and left to work in the mines to dig the necessary iron ore. His incompetence barely affected him as what he lacked in iron smelting he more than made up for in the production of iron ore. While all other adolescents earned their Síla clan medallions through skill at the forge, Brutus was the only one to earn one through the production of ore. It was a feat earned through the reckless swinging of a pickaxe but earned honestly none the less. His strong swings and long arm span granted him deeper and wider swings than any other who stepped foot in the mines. Many times he simply lost track of time and worked far later into the night than anyone else. He rarely thought about his skill with a pick but the night Tani awarded him with a strong iron chain holding the Síla clan lion medallion is one that always brings him a smile and warm thoughts.
The long distance to the mines made the task even more laborious to the other miners but Brutus loved the walks through the forest. It seemed like every day he’d see some hidden delight new and surprising, be it a fox scampering into a fallen log or clouds up above shaping reflections of the very nature that always elated him. Perhaps the best surprise of all was Anyssa, Brutus’ younger sister, silently stalking him to jump onto his shoulders when he least expected it - which was the vast majority of the time. She’d cover his eyes and shout for him to guess who it was which always left him stumbling around and smashing into everything and anything around him while laughing deeply and smiling widely. No one looked up to him more than that of his pure and precious sister. Every day was better than the last for Brutus for quite some time. He loved his family, took pride in his medallion, and cherished the random times spent with his sister that could be outdone by no one.
On his 17th birthday, as was custom for all males in the Síla Clan, Brutus as looked upon to complete that of мечка борбата предизвикателство, the challenge of going head to head with a bear. Gaurav, like with things, had absolutely no expectations of his - only seeing his fool father Boetius when he looked upon Brutus. Tani and her love for her son was once again his saving grace. She begged and pleaded with Gaurav to forgo the challenge. Gaurav was stubborn like usual but like in all things Gaurav was the head of decisions and Tani was the neck that turned the head in the right direction. She reminded Gaurav that Brutus showed Meister potential, following his father in some regard, when he was 13 and first activated soul perception. It presented extremely weak and confused Brutus immensely but his running through the village crying out that all were blue was more than enough proof of some sort of ability trapped in the boy, seeking training. It was decided, Brutus would attend Shibusen, train up, and conduct the мечка борбата предизвикателство ritual when he finally returned.
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Drip.. Drip.."Mmmmmmm" Brutus groaned as he carelessly pawed at the water droplets impacting his forehead with his massive right hand, cracking his face harder than one would normally to do to oneself on purpose. The slap turned his head onto its side and he attempted to remain asleep. Drip.. Drip.. The droplets now found a home in his ear, bringing the sudden cold of morning with them. 'за всички that на добри и Свети!' He thought, sitting up with great effort."I UP!" A flock of birds spooked and flew as the thick, broken words left his mouth harshly. The morning forest was bright with sun and damp from dew. He remained sitting as he looked around and yawned while stretching exaggeratedly.
One thing was absolutely certain. Brutus was, once again, lost.
The forests outlining Raivola were two things: a peaceful escape from the stresses of life and unforgivingly confusing for finding one's way around. Normally, one who lived nearby and played in and explored the forest their entire lives would easily navigate the difficult terrain, slopes, and vegetation but then again - Brutus was anything but normal.
He let out a heavy sigh, shifted his weight to his left side, and pushed off his knee to sta-CCRRAACCKK!!! As slow and lazy as his movement was, he failed to remember the water droplets that woke him had to have come from somewhere. In this case, it was the rock face just above where he had laid his tired head the night before. The blow sent searing pain through his thick skull and he squeezed his eyes shut in pain as the mammoth of a body stumbled uncontrollably forward. древните проклятие живота ми!! When his body finally ceased all movement he was once again on the damp forest floor and only a few wild thrashes from his starting point. From hands and knees he slowly turned his head forward and up to see if perhaps this location was free from obstacles overhead. The sun felt warm on his chin but hot over his new wound. Placing his hands for balance on the tree in front of him he maneuvered his weight onto his knees and looked around at the forest. Some distance away a deer met his eyes before letting out an almost laughing grunt and running off. "GO WAY! NO NEED YOU!" He called after it as he shifted his weight once more and threw himself onto his feet.
The forest was vast and unhelpfully similar no matter which direction he looked. This morning he could hardly take the time to look upon it's beauty; he was woken suddenly, hurting still, lost, and now hungry. Not being the type who could really make any better plan, Brutus trudged off in the direction he happened to be facing at the time. Best case, he'd either stumble upon the mines, the clan, or somewhere in between. Worse case, he was heading farther and farther from home and food with each massive, ground-shaking step. He walked and walked and rarely thought a thing the entire time. Thoughts of being lost or hungry didn't bother him as his head was entirely empty, granted perhaps still swollen a bit, but all the less completely void of thought. He walked as straight a path as his wide shoulders would allow in such dense forest and he made attempts to steady himself on fallen branches and tree trunks which added a constant splintering sound to his trudging.
A giggle sounded behind him but he hardly heard it over his heavy breathes. "Where are you going brother?!" The young, spry voice sounded effortlessly through the wilderness with a youthful purity unique to that of its owner. "Home. Food," he half grunted to himself as he path failed to vary at all, almost like he hadn't heard the voice or was so lost in himself it didn't phase him that he'd heard it at all. "Well then you'd do better to go the right way!!" The words hit him between branch splintering steps and caused him to pause. These words were familiar to him but why.. He saw nothing familiar in front of him, he didn't remember these words being said to him on any other occasion. With great effort he turned around and looked behind him. The forest was silent and the trees looked the same as the ones previously in front of him. "Over here now silly!" He turned again, searching more frantically for the owner to these words. "Too slow! Too slow!" Soon he had spun and spun so many times he lost balance and once again fell chambering to the forest floor. Sweating and confused he gazed only a few feet in front of him. "I'm here!" The young girl swung upside-down from a branch to his right side and hung by her knees until the great being in front of her slowly turned and peered at her. "Anyssa! YOU HERE!" Brutus hurriedly met the girl at her tree where she still remained upside-down. With a sudden crouch and movement forward he secured her waist with one arm and swung her backwards until her legs released and she was strewn over his back. He smiled a massive smile face-to-face with his sister who had no choice but to give into the ride. She laughed, "Luckily, brother, your walks in the forest are always so loud. You're so hard to lose. That way!" She pointed ahead of them, "Take us home! And please! Watch out for the trees!"