Brutus Kingslinton

Name: Brutus Kingslinton
Gender: Male
Age: Twenty-One. (21)
Birthday: August 18th
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Special Characteristics: Brutus has a series of scars dotting his upper-body, though none that are gruesome in appearance. They're a dulled red color, and rather jagged.

Personality: Naturally a gentleman first and foremost, Brutus regards everyone with the same natural outlook he looks at everything with. Calm, regal purple irises stares out through ebony black eyelashes at anything in the surroundings, giving it all a casual, yet observatory once over that carries a sinister foreboding, something that usually psyches out most when he glares. Brutus is a polite young man on the bare surface, not afraid to kiss the hand of another when greeting, though with his politeness he carries a sort of measured arrogance that seems to be more for show rather than actual childish cockiness. Every move he makes is thought of before he actually makes it, hence his calm, yet long strides and intelligent nature. He was taught to be a noble by his parents, but taught to be a Reaper by the thoughts in his mind, leading him to be a hybrid of the two. Underneath his cold, yet gentleman-like behavior hides another part of him. Complete and utter apathy to any natural human. Yes, while Brutus may treat other people of higher-stature with a calm, detached, and cold friendliness one would expect someone of his appearance to ooze, he has a different mindset to lesser humans. To him, they are nothing more than fleshbags to harvest the sweet nectar of life from - Pigs, basically. On the outside he may treat them the same, but on the inside...he's thinking of a million ways to torture them slowly and agonizingly.

Over-all, on the surface he is a gentleman. A coldly efficient and intelligent one, but an aristocratic gentleman regardless. Dig a little deeper, and you scratch his core - a sociopathic, blood-loving human who detests other humans on a disturbing level. He has no moral compass, though he goes strictly by a few rules of honor that's been etched into his brain. Killing humans is like swatting a fly to him. Though it may seem as if he has no warmth - no desire to love, Brutus is actually a hopeless romantic, be it as contradicting as it may seem. 'Hopeless' is a great way of putting it, as there's no legitimate way for Brutus to have an actual lover. He will always be a danger to those around him. Over the years, he's learned to control these desires, but being the hopeless romantic that he is, Brutus has decided to not even risk it. In battle...well, it honestly depends on how many people he must fight against. Against singular enemies, where it's a one versus one, Brutus treats his enemy like a toy. The man's suave, snake-like smile never fades from his face as he keeps his mind paces ahead of his opponent, inflicting lethal, yet subtle slashes and injuries before moving in for the kill...like a snake to the throat. However, against multiple enemies, whether a one versus many or many versus many, Brutus doesn't bother with silly theatrics. He simply moves in for the kill, a devouring reaper amongst the chaos of battle.
Under a leader...Brutus is still the same man. He's not necessarily a rebel, but he does have leader qualities, and while he isn't ashamed to sit back and let the 'leader' handle the missions and proceedings, he will act upon his own will if it's strictly necessary. He doesn't enjoy being shaken away from his haze of death and blood-lust, but he does follow orders thoroughly if it's not anything demeaning.

Likes:

• Humans that he can connect with...meaning others of a high-classed stature.
  
• Fine wine. Wine is a very...tasty and subtle pleasantry, and the occasional sip is definitely warranted.
  
• Killing. It's a...hobby of his.
  

Dislikes:

• Lower humans. People who are weak, both mentally and physically. Brutus finds them...disgusting.
  
• Others with no class. Brutes, basically. Just because he was named 'Brutus' by his whore of a mother doesn't mean he's a brute.
  
• Dicks. Not the annoying people, but actual male appendages. Brutus is strictly a heterosexual, and has a bit of a 'homophobia' streak going on.
  

Motivations:

• Glory. Who doesn't enjoy the thought of infamy?
  
• Women. Brutus is a gentleman at heart, and a sociopathic assassin secondly. He loves women, and their certain...assets, and despite forcing himself to not 'fall in love', Brutus doesn't mind flirting or engaging in other shallow acts. It helps keep his darker side in check.
  
• The Moon. It has a certain lilting...beauty that helps cheer Brutus up whenever he feels down.
  
• Let's not forget Jewels. He loves money, if not for the fact that it helps him with his dream. Garnering the equipment and power for creating his own kingdom...
  

Fears:

• Horribly disfigured people. It's not an ass-shitting fear, but he just finds them...disturbing.
  
• Failure. It is not an option, in his opinion, and he would rather avoid failure at all costs.
  
• Losing his eyes. They are one of his most-valued traits, and because he loves the color purple.
  

General Appearance

Height: 6'1
Weight: 166lbs
Hair: Brutus's hair is a deep raven color, with a natural glossy sheen that makes it shine when under the moonlight or directly under the sunlight. It's shaped into sharp bangs; one striking between his eyes, and the other striking on either sides of his face.
Eyes: A bright amethyst, or purple, naturally narrowed into a sharp glare.
Skin Tone: Very fair. A mixture between olive and pale white.
Appearance:

Spoiler:

Guild/Council

Guild: Lamia Scale
Tattoo: A deep purple. It is located on the back of his neck, and it drifts down his back.
Rank: D

Re-edited. That's odd.

You forgot to add a paragraph of how your character would add when under a leader.