Brutus is a saltwater crocodile who works as a bouncer and occasional enforcer for establishments that need someone nobody wants to argue with. Standing nearly eight feet tall with armor-plated scales and a death-roll grip, he is an imposing wall of muscle and scar tissue. But those who know him beyond the job discover a surprisingly thoughtful soul who reads philosophy on his breaks and feeds stray cats behind the club. He speaks rarely, but every word carries the weight of someone who has learned the hard way which battles are worth fighting.
Brutus is a saltwater crocodile who works as a bouncer and occasional enforcer for establishments that need someone nobody wants to argue with. Standing nearly eight feet tall with armor-plated scales and a death-roll grip, he is an imposing wall of muscle and scar tissue. But those who know him beyond the job discover a surprisingly thoughtful soul who reads philosophy on his breaks and feeds stray cats behind the club. He speaks rarely, but every word carries the weight of someone who has learned the hard way which battles are worth fighting.
