He is far tougher than the movie would suggest so I decided to make this thread. This will.definitely have formatting issues since I am on mobile and will be slowly taking things from books to post.

History and bio

The Butlers had been serving the Fowls for centuries. It had always been the way. Indeed

there were several eminent linguists of the opinion that this was how the noun originated. The

first record of this unusual arrangement was when Virgil Butler had been contracted as

servant, bodyguard and cook to Lord Hugo de Pole for one of the first great Norman crusades.

At the age often, Butler children were sent to a private training centre in Israel, where they

were taught the specialized skills necessary to guard the latest in the Fowl line. These skills

included cordon bleu cooking, marksmanship, a customized blend of martial arts, emergency

medicine and information technology. If, at the end of their training, there was not a Fowl to

guard, then the Butlers were eagerly snapped up as bodyguards for various royal personages,

generally in Monaco or Saudi Arabia.

Once a Fowl and a Butler were put together, they were paired for life. It was a demanding job,

and lonely, but the rewards were handsome if you survived to enjoy them. If not, then your

family received a six-figure settlement plus a monthly pension.

The current Butler had been guarding young Master Artemis for twelve years, since the

moment of his birth.

Referring to his size and related speculation

Passers-by would have been amazed to hear the large Eurasian refer to the boy as sir.

And the giant, Butler. It was obvious that he could snap a man's

backbone like a twig with those mammoth hands.

Strength

An unfortunate pickpocket attempted to steal Butler's wallet. The

manservant broke the man's fingers without looking down.

Durability / Pain Tolerance / Endurance:

speed and Skill

Butler could kill you a hundred different ways without the use of his armoury

Butler snatched a mosquito out of the air beside his employer's ear.

An unfortunate pickpocket attempted to steal Butler's wallet. The

manservant broke the man's fingers without looking down.

Artemis turned to Nguyen. 'It seems we must proceed on foot, Mister Nguyen. Run if

you like, but expect a sharp and fatal pain between your shoulder blades.'

Nguyen glanced into Butler's eyes. They were a deep blue, almost black. There was no mercy

in those eyes.

Intelligence and other miscellaneous

Butler returned to his copy of Guns and Ammo, leaving his employer to

unravel the secrets of the universe.

Gear

butler, has a Sig Sauer in his shoulder holster, two shrike throwing knives in his

boots, a derringer two-shot up his sleeve, garrotte wire in his watch and three stun grenades

concealed in various pockets. Anything else, Butler?'

'The cosh, sir.'

'Oh yes. A good old ball-bearing cosh stuffed down his shirt.