Gyanne
Bios
name: Gyanne
gender: female
Species: giantess
height: 7'4
weight: 240 (slender)
hair: white
eye: blue
skin: white
age: 26
Personality
A beautiful young giantess and keen on her clan's survival, Gyanne has grown up as a prominent huntress in her homeland. As part of the royal family, she has been blessed with an education, giving her expert training in many of the Giant Clan's favorite pastimes: hunting, trapping, and using herbs for various purposes. Fearless, Brave but cold, Gyanne has a lot to prove as the runt of her family, standing only a mere 7'4.
Culture
Once, when Nature's overpowering vigorousness Conceived each day children this monstrous I would love to have lived with a young giantess Around her feet like a cat to a queen voluptuous. Would love to have seen the spirit that grew out of her Distending as she played her terrible game From the damp mist that swam in her eyes to wonder If her sullen heart would catch into flames. Fleurs du mal (Baudelaire)
Language
The language spoken by her ancestors resembles Luxembourgish, that of the Westphalia region.
* Jo. Yes. * Neen. No. * Villäicht. Maybe. * Moien. Hello. * Äddi. Goodbye. * Merci. Thank you. * Firwat? Why * Ech weess nët. I don't know. * Ech verstinn nët. I don't understand. * Watgelift? or Entschëllegt? Excuse me? * Metzleschjong. Butcher's son. * Wéi heeschs du? What is your name? * Sou. So. * Fräi. Free. * Heem. Home. * Mäin. my. * Iesel. donkey. * Kand. Kid/Child. * Gromper. Potato.
Background
After docking at Lowenport some two weeks past, Gyanne continued on her quest seeking the great white furred cat of her dreams. In Lowenport she had paid to stow her vessel and purchased some provisions and supplies before continuing on her quest to the southeast where she heard of a collector of rare animals who frequently resides in the great city of Cormire.
This collector, known as Balkar the Golden is rumored to be a great hunter, yet also a great ally to strange and rare beasts of the realm. Gyanne was told of a tale where Balkar set out after hunters said to be stalking one of the last of the great Nogga in search of it's hide. For it is said a Nogga hide makes the most desirable carriage seats any hind-end has ever had the good fortune to meet. Rumor has it that only Balkar came back from that trek and that he carried with him the blades, bows and spears of those hunters, which he sold to fund an expedition for the relocation of the Nogga to a region deep within the Ozgarn Mountains to where an old gnome had told Balkar he'd seen Nogga sign.
Gyanne's journey had taken her through the northern edge of the Silver Range, where she was accosted by a handful of orcish rabble she easily dismissed by shooting one through with her bow, then as the other rushed in, she speared on through the leg then pounced it in tore out it's throat in a ferocious frenzied spear slash which spattered the ground and remaining orcs with still-warm blood, steaming in the morning chill. This gory display of the bloodthirsty giantess sent the other would-be marauders into a terrified retreat into the craggy peaks of the mountains, where Gyanne could not be bothered to follow such a smelly ugly crew of ruffians. She continued on out of the mountains to the southwest where she found the road leading south into the city of Cormire.
Perhaps a half day's march from the city, at dusk Gyanne planned to hunt up some dinner before camping then continue on to the city at dawn. So, she set about scrounging a bit off the trail for scat or tracks and shortly came upon a rabbit which she promptly bolted through with her mighty bow. As she was approaching the coney, kicking out the last of it's life, a shadow fell over her in the moonlight. It was a beast as she'd never seen. It was a cross between the great furry snow bats that and the ice melting salamanders of her homeland, although it was larger than either. The beast flew right past her as she stared, and it pounced upon her fresh kill then hopped up, beating it's leathery wings as it took to the air and flew back towards the road with her game. Gyanne shouted in rage that she had been duped by such a creature and gave chase to the beast. With her keen hunters eye, during the chase, she noted that the beast suffers a lame wing and cannot fly properly. However, even with it's frumpy hopping and gliding it was keeping just out of reach and in frustration Gyanne has just yelled some northern obscenities at the coney-stealing such and such as she stomps down the dusty trail after the beast.