Lightning lit up the night sky, as the wind howled, overturning trees and
blowing up plumes of dust and dirt. "Run Trakon" screamed his father, as
the very hillside they had called home began to collapse onto the jagged
rocks of the sea below. The looters who had come to ransack his home
chasing behind trying to capture the young giant, so that they might sell
him into slavery. As the very ground they were running on began to
collapse, the young giant's father caught up to the looters barreling into
them and knocking them to the ground. A chasm formed between them and the
young giant male was forced to watch, grief stricken as his father battled a
hoard of looters upon a wavering chunk of land. His father thrashed about
violently throwing all but one of the looters down into the raging sea. The
last looter was a hybrid humanoid with wings of a bird. As he beat his
wings and began to cross the chasm that had formed, Trakon's father lept
into the air grabbing ahold of the humanoid and with his great weight, drug
him down onto the jagged rocks of the sea below. Trakon ran to the edge of
the newly formed cliff, only to find the bodies of his father and the
looters splayed upon the jagged rocks below. As he fell to his knees he
roared with such a fury that the skies above became silent, and the storm
that had come about so quickly subsided within an instant. He couldn't
understand why they had come to his home, why they had taken away everything
from him. The young giant pondered this for many days as he walked, lost
amidst his thoughts. Many days later he arrived at the walls of Seringale
and sought out a guild which could help him learn to understand his new
found rage. The halls of the Berserkers welcomed him into their halls where
he began his training immediately.
Description:
Before you towers a figure of immense proportions. As he glances about
the room his face remains free of affect, much like that of a statue. His
large head is absent of hair shining as if it were covered in polish. Pale
blue eyes adorn his face, his lashes coated in a light frost. A large
rounded nose leads down into purpled lips that grow darker then lighter with
each exchange of breath. His square jawline is covered in a rough stubble
that ends upon his short stocky neck. Large vessels across his neck pulsate
rhythmically much like the beating of a heart. His massive chest presses
against his armor giving shape to the muscles hidden beneath. His arms and
legs are long and muscular, each as round as a tree trunk at its base. His
hands and feet are no exception to the rest of his body each large in size,
his hands clenched tightly into fist.
