Taking a break from my Gunslinger (because there's so many damn weapons from these mods that
I'm over-encumbered on just SMGs and handguns), and to start a little challenge by Longknife about trying the K9000 on Very hard playthrough! Not only that but I'm gonna do every heavy automatic weapon that spits lead to give them all a run for their money with this badarse, darkly-twisted musclebound character!

His name Is Brutus Kaiser, a Heavy Weapons Trooper for the NCR, he's snarky, powerhouse, with a mean temper that'll make a Deathclaw piss itself. However, despite all these nasty qualities, he's always been supportive of those around him (just in a brutish, hardcoe way). He was also part of the 1st Hoover Dam battle, helping the troopers and rangers fight off the legion, even assisting in Boulder City ("large chance of failure, small chance of survival...well then! What are we waiting for?!" he cackles as he approves of the idea. Hey, any risk brings the fire in your blood eh?). Finally during the explosion of Boulder City, Brutus was knocked out by the concussive force from the blast, and sadly, the legion troops spotted him as one of the beings who caused massive damage to their onslaught, and quickly dragged him within enemy lines as they retreated. There, he's been brutally beaten, tortured, and given a 'gift' that he'll never forget, a price to pay for his savagery, a mark is placed on his face to show to all that he is more beast then man, the searing pain from the battlefields will never leave him again. A week or so after the battle and being a PoW, Brutus was soon dragged off towards the outer rims of the Fort to be placed on a cross as close as possible to nearby NCR territory as a way of showing how even the greatest of their troops will fall before the might of the Legion..and that's when he snapped. Refusing to go out like a whimper, he quickly broke free from his torturers, kill them with his bare hands and teeth, and with a dark laugh, rushes and leaps to the Colorado River, before any more troops could come and apprehend him. Barely making it to the other side, he dragged himself out of the riverbed, and onto shore, slowly crawling his way back into NCR territory, where things he never expected to happen to him come forth into reality.

Discharged from the Army, and his own people and citizens fearing his darker self, Brutus relies on his only two friends now: His cigars, and drinks. the taste of the cigar in his mouth and the puff of smoke drifting before him helped ease his mind of the gazes the people do when seeing him, each and every one of them, filled with fear and intimidation, treating him as if he's some monstrous creature of nightmares. The Drinks help calm him of his past, the events that occurred that lead him into this part of life. Going for Gun-for-hire, merc work, and just about anything his nation can throw at him, not for the money, but to get away from it all, to get away from a hellhole he used to call home...to get away from the searing burning on his face...to get away from the demons from within.....the anger.....the power, and yet, fate has other things in plan for him. Hearing about work in the Mojave, he has no choice but to walk right back into the land where it all began for him. Yet he feels that perhaps this is the exact place where he can also release this hatred out...perhaps the pain will stop, and his old self will roar out...perhaps he will Begin again in the harshness of the Mojave. Grumbling at the mixture of thoughts, he takes the job of a Courier, raising his eyebrow at his package, and with a swab of his beer, storms out of the office where destiny awaits...

Right before Benny pulls the trigger, Brutus feels something exploding inside of him, as if the creature from within has finally had enough of hiding within the shadows, a fire that nothing else can burn out, burning at his very core, not showing fear towards death, but rather rage that no other being could hold. "No..." he spits out as Benny holds Maria out towards Brutus' forehead. "Not even Death will save you from me!" he growls out with a smile.---

----As Benny puts away his gun, and looks outward towards New Vegas, he has no idea what he had just done.Oblivious of his actions, he just sent not only himself, but the entire Mojave on a collision course towards a thousand freight trains, and going to begin World War 3 all over again.

He didn't kill Brutus...no.
He just woke him up and pissed him off.

and this is his story..