3:15am. Metropolis is teeming with unseemly characters from the underworld. Brute walks quietly down an alley. Is that blood on his knuckles? Let's just say when a fight breaks out, you want Brute on your side.

Brute has what his mama calls, "spells". These said spells have terrifying results. The last one caused an emo-kid sized hole in the brick wall out back.

Comic book thug, demonic entity, or bad ass clown--- Brute's visage depends on the wearer's deepest, darkest wants. Horns, ears and "spells" sold separately.