Character Declaration

[Alexumii]

MC Username: Alexumii

Name: Brutus Atsurr [But he tends to He tends to change his name to conceal his actual identity]

Age: 28
   
Traits and Political Views:
> Believes in free, individual will
> Is a strong believer in syndicalism and environmentalism
> Strong resolve, to the point of stubbornness
> Arrogant and self-serving
> Strongly despises the upper class and people in power, aswell as those who strive for industrialism


Background:
Although born in to an impoverished family,  his childhood was fairly normal. That was until his father succame to a gambling addiction, born from desperation and want for a normal life outside of the slums. Loss after loss, soon their family started falling apart. His father growing more aggressive and becoming more of an alcoholic day by day. Sparing the long story of a horrible childhood from thereon with all its gruesome details, we will time skip to his 14th birthday, which he had spent out in town on his own with his one and only friend. Upon coming home, what met his was a horrific, ghastly scene - blood covering everything in sight, his mother's corpse at the end of the hallway and his father completely absent from the scene.
Keeping a long story short [i am so unbelievably unbothered to write it all down right now], He dedicated his life to locating and hunting down the person he once considered his father. Over the next decade of his life, he learnt a variety of skills (lock picking, tracking people down, interrogation, various forms of combat and so on). And on one faithful day, he had finally found the man he so loathed. Not sparing a single breath, nor letting him spew any empty, weightless words, he simply executed the waste in one swing of an axe. He was beyond his want to make this man suffer, beyond torturing him, and just wanted closure via his demise.
Now, being the sole survivor of his family, jobless, homeless, far from his origins and having accomplished his goal, he decided to locate a nearby town and began planning what would come next. In the meantime, however, he needed some stability and to start forming atleast somewhat meaningful relations with others.
Over years, by hand he built and ran a tavern. Earning and being financially stable enough to even hire am employee or few every now and then. However, he longed for blood, and the urge for excitement, for danger, grew stronger each passing day. His solution for these cravings? - Starting an underground hitman business. Right beneath his tavern, he repurposed an older, second basement section in to a meeting room to discuss plans with his clients. Through word of mouth, of reliability and efficiency, his business grew, and with the lack of evidence from forces of justice they are unable to compile conclusive reasons to arrest him, and those few who try taking matters in to their own hands tend vanish without a trace.