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Guillermo Barrera was born in Hasaragua, a small South American country known for its exports of various nuts to the First World. Although nuts are often seen as a humble staple product in many American households, there are precious few places to grow, process, and sell them from, giving Hasaragua a blessing and a curse. The world would always look to this humble Latino nation for an essential staple, but the people would always be under the yoke of capitalist oppression. Guillermo's father was a planter, that ran a small farm, and one day, when the CIA decided that the local farmers fomenting for better conditions was dangerously Marxist, his father lost his farm to a huge farming agrobusiness corporation.
Guillermo was nine. Normally, he'd be yet another employee of the corporation, slaving in squalid conditions, but he was a natural entomologist, and he was also very well read, having taught himself English.
Guillermo was taken from his father, sobbing his last tears, and placed within a boy's school for future Hasaraguan patriots. Guillermo had wanted to classify rare species of insects, to benefit farming and planting, as a child. Instead, he would learn the most lethal surgical techniques known to man, his humanity slowly removed with inhumane sociology from various world militaries, gathered over the course of human events and placed in the hands of American drill cadres sent to Hasaragua by the nameless, faceless masses that just wanted a jar of mixed nuts for the holidays.
Guillermo was raised into a proper soldier, learning mathematics, literature, psychology, military theory, and science. He also learned how to shoot, fight hand to hand, drill in ranks, and he learned the proper military bureaucracy to function within any hierarchy. As he got older, he was introduced to anatomy, counter-intelligence tactics, propaganda history, and military ciphers. Graduating from the academy at sixteen years old, he was placed into the field, and became a security analyst and interrogator for the Hasaraguan government, that had become independent of the CIA years ago, changing politics having meant distance between the regimes.
Civil wars raged in Hasaragua, the funding from the West that the dictatorship relied upon to stay in power having faded away. Instead, Guillermo worked with DEA agents that could barely stomach him, the young sons of America having changed in their inclination. He was no longer with the father that taught him to kill, instead he was with half-brothers that hated him. He represented something savage to them, something they were ashamed of. Guillermo, hated them in return.
When the Hasaraguan government was overthrown by a people's revolution, Guillermo fled the country. He found himself in the Yucatan peninsula, in a whiskey saloon where American tourists spent their largesse on a party that only existed where vice and history crossed profanely. He heard, from a Mafia tough guy, that there were people with incredible abilities that weren't like Superman's. These men and women, both the cops and the crooks, had found a place where their exceptional abilities made them superstars.
Guillermo, the next day, got into a coyote's truck (human smugglers), and began his path to New York, Gotham, and Bludhaven, to eventually become Brutale. He stitched a Kevlar costume for himself, and put himself to work, as a hired assassin, dreaming of the day when national honor would return to the Latino countries, and he could see what he thought was his vision of Latin America be fulfilled.
His vision never existed except to his conscious mind. In his subconscious, he only wished for his father.
