Magna
Details
Full Name: Magna
Race: Jastai/Human halfbreed
Sex: Female
Age: 18
Height: 7'9"
Weight: 400 lbs
Birthdate: 10th of Frost, 101
Birthplace: A village north of Antiris
Profession: None
Housing: None
Partners: None
Titles: None
Factions: None
Fluencies: Common
Conversationals: Ithmi
Ineptitudes: None
Appearance
Though far larger than the average human, Magna is a comparative runt stood next to other Jastai. Her human blood stunted her growth, but still, she holds herself with some degree of confidence. Her limbs are notably thick with muscle, even while resting. She's likely to draw second glances from those that look upon her as her physique reflects her joy in heavy lifting. Red hair flows freely around her shoulders, which she at least tries to keep from her eyes but sees little success with. Most of her skin is nigh flawless, free of scars, and untested by the heat of combat, despite her unusual fascination with weapons. The exception to this is her tan, the sun's telltale kiss that marks her as a worker, and her callous-littered hands. Normally, she dresses in animal furs and pieces of fierce-looking armor, but nothing so heavy that it restricts her movement. Even so, she carries herself with significant weight and appears to move slow. Her footfalls are heavy and audible in nigh every terrain.
Personality
Jolly, loud and boisterous. She loves a good tavern crawl as well as stories from those she meets on her travels. It doesn't take much time in her company to discover that she's a little slow and uneducated, but normally happy all the same. She wears her heart on her sleeve and seldom acts with disinterest or deceit. Everything is fascinating and exciting, and if it isn't, then she tries her best not to upset or hurt anyone's feelings - as she often manages as an unintentional byproduct of her honesty. She recognizes that the people around her are less sturdy than she and takes care, especially indoors, not to break anything.
History
Her father, a strong, pure-blooded Jastai vagrant, fell into a romance with a low born human woman during his travels. And though he loved her for a time, she couldn't stand to look at him after he failed to fulfill her desire for monogamy. So, he left. Only afterward did she realize that she was with child. The following months held strife, as she relied on other members of the village to provide for her; she was unable to work early on with her heavy pregnancy.
Late one night, she entered labor. It was far sooner than any human child would have developed, and so, she was alone. Friends heard her cries, and came to her aid, but they arrived in time only to witness her passing. The child was saved, but without mother and father. The same family that had provided for Magna's mother took her in and raised her as their own.
The only Jastai traits she displayed were her unusual growth speed and gawking size. She towered over even the tallest boys in the village all her life, and the gap between them only grew as she aged. She had a relatively normal upbringing where she worked for her keep, tended the livestock and helped with chores. The village elder treated her equally to the other children during lectures, even though she dwarfed the other handful of pupils. And so, she accepted the world she was born into, believing herself to be a human.
Her education fell short at the age of thirteen, where she was already the size of a fully grown man. She continued to grow another two years, but had turned her focus to laboring around the village. They were lumberjacks by trade, and her freakish strength and stature came in handy. She enjoyed the work, of course. Any excuse to exert herself was something she relished. The men she worked with were happy for help, if not a little embarrassed at being so helplessly shown up by a young girl, but there was something that caught her attention in the way some of the village's women looked at her.
Repulsion. Looking in their eyes unveiled only their disgust, as though she were an animal. She'd never felt different before that day, but it was then that her eyes opened to the fact that she was. The other girls were usually smaller than the men and were, more often than not, physically weaker too. Her effort to ignore her differences fell through, and it became obvious in every way that she was different. Still, she was treated as an equal for the most part and was still appreciated in the workforce. But she couldn't go on ignoring the disparity between her and the other women.
So, with her heart open, she asked the man that she knew as her father of her origin. It wasn't too jarring for the human, who'd expected that day to come sooner or later. So, he explained everything. That day, she learned that her true mother died in childbirth, that her father was not of her blood, and that her adoptive father suspected her to be half giant, as her true mother had spent a considerable amount of time with one such man during his travels.
She had questions but received few answers. Her father's name? He believed it to be 'Haptor'. His race? Something called a 'justian'. Where he went? Her father knew not. The feeling of belonging only waned further following that day. Her mother and father both loved her as their own of course, they told her so. But she couldn't deny a pull in her mind and her heart, one that would see her leave her village in the dead of night to seek answers.
Nearly a year into her travels, she hears word of a tribe of giants known as the 'Jastai' in a region called 'Atinaw'. With her mind made up and a map to guide her, she heads further south.
