Born amongst fellow giants in Storm Hill, Drakkin was taught to be
honorable an good. His parents often helped the poor, feeding and clothing
them, fought against armies that would serve the Gods of darkness and even
tend to the sick. As he grew, Drakkin was trained in the art of war, pushed
to the limits of his body and mind to become a fierce combatant and
strategist.
In time, Drakkin met a storm giant. The two spent a great deal of time
together and soon married. Although there was no overwhelming feelings of
love, there was a great deal of trust and support between the two. Years
passed and the two decided it was time to begin a family. The woman birthed
one child and he became their life for five years. It was on this fifth
year that a close friend brought Drakkin news, he'd overheard a man speak of
having spent the the night his wife, five years ago. Drakkin did not
believe this at all, he trusted his wife, and went home to her right away.
He sought and answer to what he thought were obvious lies, but she did not
deny it, in fact confirming it. Drakkin left the hill for some years after
that, and swore to never allow love to interfere in his life again.
Description:
Twelve feet tall with a light mist, cold to the touch. Eyes glazed over bronze, observing all before him, never closing. His skin is more green than blue, tinged gray and it glows gently. His face does not move, no expression or emotion present at any point. Bits of algae grows around his neck, hands and feet.
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