Brutus Rex

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They were born in Dalmasca, deep in the forests and mountains. They don’t remember much of their home as it was put to the torch by the Garleans in their invasion and subsequent take over of the territory.

Shuffled into the fold with others of similar background, Brutus was raised in an ever growing and shifting community of youths. They all looked out for each other, each took care of everyone else, and were as good as blood as far as all of them were concerned.

There was no real *leader* per say, at least not when they were all relatively young, being Viera and all, age worked more slowly. They all tried to make decisions together and it would often devolve into what I remember a Chuck E. Cheese play area to sound like.


Brutus, however, would always be a bit…. Bigger than the rest, a bit rougher, a bit more persuasive. He didn’t always use words, but they had that confidence in themselves from the get go,,,, they were a good kid, charming, smart, but also….. something had always seemed off about them,,,, that intensity they had about them never escaped anyone’s notice,,,, especially when you looked too hard

They had a drive to survive, a need to succeed, all for the sake of their large and tumultuous family. They taught themselves to fight, to hone those instincts and of course, steal from the empire whenever they could !

Though the other kids kept a distance from them, there was no denying the good they did for the band of lost boys, so to speak.

Brutus adapted. He overcame. He let that distance settle inside him until it no longer bothered him (protip: it still bothered him, ate at him, even)

But his luck would change when, while out looking for food and a new score, Brutus came upon someone,,, one who had a strange blade and wore a dark Cowl,,,,, a reaper,,,,,

He would approach the stranger and the stranger would indulge the young viera’s questions, unable to ignore that curious glint in their eyes,,,,

And from there, Brutus would make any excuse to follow after the stranger, to ask questions and ask to learn how to fight,,,  fight for REAL,,,,, and how could one say no to such an earnest plea??? A plea for the sake of others,,,,He leaned into the darkness,,, learning it wasn’t always the dark that was to be feared,,,, darkness is not inherently evil,,, it is a reprieve from the light, a prelude to dawn,,, the soft cradle in which we all rest our heads to dream,,,, it did make them feel better about themselves, made them feel Okay to be that darkness of night,

And when the stranger was satisfied that they had taught all they could, they vanished….. Brutus never saw them again. But they had grown stronger, sharper, more confident.

They returned to their family,,,, it was smaller than when he left it, splintered and worn down by the Empire. It was time to take a stand,,, to defend themselves,,, Brutus tried to rally them, to be that leader they needed,,,, but he was no shining light, no, he was the drawing of night, the settling of shadow,,,, he was respected, ofc, but feared most of all,

The light would come in the form of another, one named Thistle, an oracle of sorts, one who could predict the future (albeit. Very. Very. VERY near futures. Usually bad things.) but he had a reasoning and something that just…. Drew others to him. MAYHAPS it was his determination, maybe it was his honesty, his loyalty, the amount he was willing to do to get everyone out safely,,,, his convictions were so strong, despite the ill omens he brought,

Brutus was no different, drawn in and curious, ,,,, this stranger was someone he wanted to follow, someone he,,,,, envied,,,,, speaking with Hydalen, earning the love and adoration of their peers, ,,,, was it so wrong to long for that same greatness? To be harkened with love and not fear?

So picking right back up here, While Brutus was jealous of Thistle, the two were still close. They had each other’s backs and vibed incredibly well,,, Brutus did wish that he could take some of the burden of being Hydalen’s chosen from Thistle, just cause it had always taken its toll. The visions were frequent, painful, and kept Thistle on edge.

But if Brutus couldn’t be the light, he would be the comfort of darkness,,, would shield his friend from the blinding light that Hydalen INSISTED on bathing him in always.

Brutus became Thistle’s second hand, as the band of lost boys came to regard Boreas as the leader of their small pocket of rebellion against the Empire…. It did sting, but if it was what the family wanted, he would respect it. He would do his best, becoming Thistle’s shadow.

The two did good work together too!! They had a great deal of successes, so much so that Boreas was beginning to get hopeful,,,, he always erred on the cautious, on the pessimistic, but here,,, he was beginning to feel that security,,,, So ofc, something had to give.

All these years of distance, of respect born of fear, Brutus was beginning to be worn thin,,,, nothing they did was ever enough to make up for that strange air about, about that shadow they cast,,,,, and unto the shadows did Brutus harken, finding within them a great many voices ,,,, robed strangers, one of pale garb, one known as Elidibus, visited the viera one night,,,, he offered a tale of woe, of a world on the brink, of hero’s of darkness,,,, a number that he could join,,,, a place where he would be accepted, welcomed. And it was strange, but a part of him…. Felt something ring of familiarity. 

For a lonely, spurned and frustrated youth, it was easy to become a puppet for the Ascians,,, what’s more, the history they were told, of Hydalen and Zodiark, of the distant worlds, souls sundered and scattered,,,,,, it did twist their heart a bit,,, brought…. Flashes, visions to their own eyes,,,

Elidibus saw an opportunity to take one of Hydalen’s pieces (Thistle) off the board, and earn a half-Ascian champion to his number. Brutus had a very strong soul, nearly whole, you see. And he became a dark mirror for Boreas, a small scale Hydalen and Zodiark, if you will. Tho Zodiark remains shattered, Brutus and Elidibus did share a deep understanding.

Brutus didn’t have the full story, however, but at the time he didn’t realize the tale he had seen was incomplete. And Elidibus didn’t see fit to explain in more detail, so the details remained vague.

He had heard a story of how Hydalen had damned a world, the First, leading that star’s hero’s astray. She would do this again here, in the Source (or so Brutus was told)

All the while, Brutus, Thistle and the band of rebels are still fighting back against the Garleans. A rift had formed between Thistle and Brutus, fed by Elidibus, and it would come to a head when their hideout was discovered.

They were outnumbered and completely surrounded, backs against the wall (well, in this case, a cliff-face and the rushing River below). Their rebel force was scattered, they were finished.

As the two stood there, watching the forest behind them burn, something happened,,,,,

[Brutus by The Buttress Plays Loudly in the BACKGROUND]

Brutus confronts Thistle,,,, bringing to bear all that he had learned and felt over the years THEYD spent together. Brutus. Thistle was confused, betrayed, even, as Brutus drew their scythe.

**”You did this. You brought this down upon us. I’m just going to make it right.”**

Brutus’s voice is not just their own, there’s a chime of another, and the both of them feel a strange cosmic sense of Deja vu. Brutus almost appeared possessed,,, but what is anger, if not a demon fighting to break free? What is rage, if not an animal pacing behind the bars of its cage?

In truth, Thistle had known the attack was coming to them, but not until it was already upon them. As was the fickle nature of his gift. But he could never have foreseen this.

Thistle draws his rapier. **”So be it.”**

The two clash, both capable fighters in their own rights, in this cosmic dance of blades they were each other’s perfect partners. But in a battle of strength? Brutus was always to be the victor.

He dealt a telling blow, disarming (ha ha) his opponent with two clean strokes. They stood on the cliff’s edge, Brutus with his blade to Thistle’s chest,,,,, but there was a hesitance there. As if his body were asking “Is this truly what you want?”

In that brief moment of hesitance, the heat of the moment seemed to leave him, a confusion passed into his gaze, a fear, maybe even disgust,,,,, and instead of finishing it, he pushes Thistle off the ledge and into the water below.

The flames licked on his heels, his shadowy supervisor bid him to go after Thistle. To finish the job. Do it for the Source. For this star. For the First.

So he did,,, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it, to kill his friend, to kill the only one who could look at him and not be afraid,,,, well, not anymore.

He gathered up Thistle and his rapier and brought him to Sharlyan. He remembered how Thistle told him of the place, where they hoarded knowledge and magic, where he had learned his craft. They could help him. He left once he was certain he was in good care.

He told Elidibus that the WoL had escaped. Elidibus then set Brutus on the path towards the Warriors of Darkness once more. He was to be….. a handler, an observer and overseer. A plant, though he didn’t quite realize it at the time.

From there he would clash with the Scions, with any who stood against the band from the First.

He didn’t return to the First when the band went, but he would pop in and out of the storyline of the Great Heroes,,,,, he questioned himself come the end of Stormblood, finding himself with a foot on either side of this conflict. He saw the struggles of the ancients and felt for them, for the villains of the worlds at large, and for the many lives that they would give up to make their goal real. He began to put the pieces together, the more he watched Emet and the Scions,,,, the more he learned, the less he felt he knew

In Shadowbringers, he pops in and out of the MSQ, offering a hand, helping from the shadows, occasionally venturing into the light to learn what made the Scions so certain of their path,,,, He watched Thistle’s back, too. Despite it all,,, He remained firmly planted in his role at Boreas’s back.

When the WoL is brought back from Mount Gulg, Thistle- whose sister(Sage) and her husband (Saber) were very nearly undone by the burdens of Light upon their souls, siphoned a good deal of Light from the pair. He then took Emet up on his offer to travel to the Amarout. Alone. But not for long.

Brutus made an appearance and offered his services. He could teleport wherever he wished, could make the journey easier. There was no other who could be a better guide.

Begrudgingly Boreas took his offer.

When they made it to the Amarout, Thistle had some choice words for Emet, who, in turn, snapped his fruity fingers and plunged the PAIR of them into the fiery hellscape of The Final Days.

They would remain there, fighting for their lives and reliving memories they thought king lost to them for god knows HOW LONG. 


After the WoL defeats Elidibus, Brutus is devastated. Being a nearly rejoined soul, his memories of his former self are mostly clear. He remembers Elidibus fondly, as if they were brothers. So it all but broke him, even with his complicated feelings, to lose that part of his past, that part of his heart. Fandaniel would take advantage of this, utilizing Brutus’s emotions and sturdiness as the base for his Lunar Bahamut. Bolstered by the dragons and his grief, Brutus was trapped within a fleshy prison, unable to control himself as he, inadvertently, laid waste to Paglthan. 


He would be defeated and released from Fandaniel’s trap when the WoL’s lay the dragon low. 

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