Halas was born in the remote isles of the far west into a seafaring
tribe, known largely for their innovative fishing techniques. She was
singled out early on in her life for her slender build and disinterest in
manual labor. Instead, she could always be found with her nose tucked into
a prayer book or pouring over the tribes few scrolls, written on tattered
sea silk. It was a stranger that washed ashore on a shoddy raft that first
recognized Halas for what she was: a young and naive priestess.
Throughout her ensuing studies, Halas came to hear tell of a fighter that
came nigh up to her knee, though as ferocious as they came. He had
frequented a number of clinics throughout Serin, his wounds providing
healers with challenging but meaningful work. It was after a particularly
glorious victory that he wandered into Halas' clinic for bandaging, after
which an unexpected friendship was formed and they became inseparable.
Halas had exhausted the towns reading materials, and the high priests were
no longer able to answer her questions or keep up with her constant
inquiries. Wishing to continue her learning and yearning to satisy her
seemingly boundless curiosity, she and the dwarf set off to distant lands to
seek new challenges and opportunities.
Description:
A lithe, towering giantess priestess stands here, easily exceeding twenty
marks tall. One side of her head has been shaven clean, while the other, a
radiant yellow, is tightly plaited with sea silk and falls squarely over her
shoulder. Eyes, a radiant violet color, reflect the color of her hair,
giving them the appearance of a blazing glow. They are complimented by a
warm, gentle, and welcoming smile. Her slight frame, while surprisingly
well defined, is clearly not that of a fighter. She moves with surprising
grace and poise for her size, and seems to smell of petrichor.
Lightning crackles gently across her skin.