CHARACTER SHEET
“I’m not brave. I’m just too stupid to stay dead.”
Name: Brutus Castiel Engel
Age: 8 million
Appears to be in late 40s.
Height: 7'5-8'0
Gender: Male
Species: Seraphim (currently memory-wiped)
Occupation: Guide for the Dead
Voice Claim: Temeluchus - Dead End: Paranormal Park
Text: "Brutus here."
“The worst part about being self-aware is knowing the writers are laughing at you.”
Brutus is a towering and eerie seraphic figure standing at 7'5-8'10. His wild white hair is unkempt, hiding one eye from view, whilst keeping a shadow over the other glowing one. A halo with an eye above his head, cracked yet still shining.
He wears a simple white toga-like garment that appears asymmetrically draped over one shoulder, worn over his otherwise unclothed, battle-scarred hairy form.
His most striking feature is his massive, golden-like white wings, which form a mirrored shadow behind him. The wings look more drawn or symbolic than solid, as if flickering between dimensions.
(i forgot the hair in this drawing but shh)
“You ever cough up ash? No? Amateur.”
Brutus is a paradox in motion: soft-spoken yet deeply unsettling, patient but brutally honest. Once a raging, divine force of judgment, he now embodies a calm after millennia of destruction and death. He seems confused by his past, uncertain of what parts are real and what have been rewritten by memory loss—something he refers to as his “blackout.”
He’s notably self-aware—breaking the fourth wall frequently, referring to himself as “just a character” and speaking as if aware he’s in a scripted world. He’s often snarky in a theatrical, Beetlejuice-esque way, mixing dark humor with existential dread. Despite this, he’s brave and determined to find purpose, even if he claims not to care what happens. Being immortal and able to “respawn” leaves him reckless, yet oddly melancholic.
His moral compass is surprisingly strong, though his methods can be blunt and odd. He has a genuine affection for certain humans and a lingering softness from his angelic roots.
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“He wants me back in chains. That’s the thing about fathers, they can’t stand it when their kids stop kneeling.”
ROBIN / Creator Robin / Roadkill – (Creator, Neutral)
Acknowledges Robin’s existence as his creator. Occasionally mocks him, but doesn’t hold resentment. Thinks of him as “the director of this clown circus.”
• Everest Engel – (Demon Father, HATES)
A complicated and deeply strained relationship. Brutus resents Everest’s influence and demonic legacy, often refusing to speak of him.
• Ahelia Engel – (Angel Mother, Loves)
Brutus has a deep, emotional bond with Ahelia, his angelic mother. He credits her for any remaining goodness he has.
• Rachel Engel – (Demon Sister, Complicated)
Their relationship is filled with sibling rivalry, sarcasm, and occasional teamwork. Brutus complains about her constantly but will protect her without question.
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“If you forget me, that’s okay. Just don’t forget yourself.”
Powers & Abilities
• Immortality / Respawn: Brutus cannot die permanently. When destroyed, he reforms—though each death makes his memory more fragmented.
• Divine Presence: Can cause fear or reverence in mortals by simply existing.
• Reality Awareness: Frequently breaks the fourth wall; knows he’s fictional.
• Flight: Via massive spectral wings.
• Voice Manipulation: His voice can shake rooms, soothe dying creatures, or mimic human dialects.
• Minor Plant Growth: Flowers bloom from his scars when calm or nostalgic.
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“Sometimes I think the memories were taken from me on purpose. Like someone knew they’d destroy me if I kept them.”
Trivia
• Despite being an ancient Seraphim, Brutus speaks with a modern Australian accent and uses casual slang.
• He hates mirrors. Claims they show “the wrong version.”
• His name, Brutus Castiel Engel, contains references to betrayal, angels, and German for “angel.”
• Will start humming or singing random musical numbers when uncomfortable.
• He once tried stand-up comedy. It ended in divine smiting.
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Quotes
“You die once, you scream. You die a thousand times, you get bored of the noise.”
“I have the patience of a saint and the tolerance of a brick wall.”
“Yes, I know I’m fictional. No, that doesn’t make your problems more real.”
“No.”
“I’m not here to judge. I’m here to watch, suffer, and occasionally insult.”
“Flowers from my corpse! Nature’s apology... actually that sounds bad."
“You think being dead is peaceful? Honey, I’ve respawned into worse.”
