Vincent Dadoni

Age: 23
Gender: M
Race: Human/Giant
Birthplace: Grogka
Skills:
Fist fighting and melee - 8/10, that's all he did to get food and fend off people for a good while.
Strength - 7/10 in human form.
Agility - 5/10.
Perception - 6/10, kind of oblivious of his surroundings at times.
Sword dueling - 3/10, he didn't really get a lot of training with it in the first place and hasn't wielded one in years.


Biography: Short version: Vin is generally a good guy. But he's annoying. He has good intentions, but at times he can be a bit brazen and egotistical. Gets lost in freak blizzard storm somehow, waking up as a 50 foot tall giant in another land.

Prelude.
Son, grandson, great grandson, and great great grandson of a blacksmith, it was almost 100 percent sure that Vin would follow suite. He did, officially becoming a blacksmith after being his father's apprentice for years. He came to reach the age of 18, where he had to leave to another town where no blacksmith was occupied in. He lived a good life, being the only blacksmith in the small village. One night, there was a terrible blizzard outside, you could barely see 10 feet ahead of you in the thick snow, and Vin was at the local tavern, chewing on some beef. He looked out the small paned window and thought about his place in the market. There was a sword he needed to finish by tommorow and he had spent the whole day finishing up others. He made a decision, he figured he could navigate through the thick snow, and find a few landmarks to guide his way there. He left the table, pushing the tavern's door open and trudging out through the snow.

He began by taking a left, moving over to the right side of the snow covered, dirt road. He took a right, just barely halfway to the market. But he was freezing, all he had was his leather skin vest, thin wool sleeved shirt, boots, and pants. He closed his eyes for a moment, and opened them. The wall to his right had dissapeared, he side stepped, expecting to the silhouette of the wall. He didn't. He turned around in all directions, starting to panic. He called out for a villager. No answer, just the biting wind. He wandered for hours, going left, right, up, down.

"I was just in the street, how I am.."

He fell over from exhaustion..

The next morning he stirred a little, before he came to his senses and shot up. "Gotta make a swor--.." He looked around, no snow. He felt a small head ache coming on, closing his eyes and holding his temples. "Ugh, great, got myself lost.. but now that's just one less customer to the business.." He sighed, opening his eyes again. He saw something he didn't see before, a small sapling, right next to him. He stared at it for a moment, flicking the top of it with a finger. It shook lightly. He looked up a forest of small trees, on average up to his neck. "Hmmm.." He stood up slowly, puzzled, standing up next to a tree. He stood on his tiptoes, the forest went on for a while. He rubbed his chin, reaching to pinch himself in the arm. He commanded himself to wake up, and nothing happened. Turning around completely. There was a brown pathway it seemed, but it was pretty narrow, on the other edge of the pathway, another thick forest. He saw something move in the shadows, leaning over and squinting, it looked near to a squirrel. When he focused on it, he could of sworn it was a bear. It looked up at him and turned, on all fours, lumbering into forest clumsily, like a bear would. His head spun as he tried to deduce the sudden turn of events. He sat down and thought, learning against a tree..

Vin found a tribe of giants in the mountains of the deep wilderness, and thought living with them would be the best for a while, until he found out they ate and enslaved humans. Being the second largest of the tribe, and the newcomer at that, he was expected to prove himself in hunting. But, he did. He took up as many humans as he could, before any other giants could snatch them up. Some even complained to the Chieftain at how he would take a whole quarter of a town for himself. The chieftain only laughed and replied,"He's our best next to Gizor, he needs more."

But the truth was, Vin kept them in his large hut in daytime, and released them at night. Once releasing them, he'd go off and eat animals. He'd always come back, and say he went on his own to go find extra food. But he didn't just stop there, he snuck into other huts, releasing the "food" and slaves back to their towns or close to them. Many of them were grateful, the small villages deemed him as the "Great Liberator", who for unknown reasons let back his supposed food into their homes.

But one night he was caught releasing his rival's food, Gizor. Gizor was the biggest of the tribe, just by a few feet from Vin. He stood in the doorway of his hut, staring at Vincent. He never liked him, he was the smartest of the tribe besides the Chieftain and his daughter who was also the leader of the hunts, Isabella. He was fixated on keeping his hair shorter and out of his eyes and shaving with makeshift tools in the summer. He talked like a common human, his accent was common, he might as well BE a human, which is why Gizor despised him. He took a deep breath and spoke in his deep Anglo-accent "Vincent.. what are you doin' with mah li'els, boy?" Vin stood stock still, glancing down at the cage full of people. "I'm hungry Gizor, and you got most of 'em. Lay off." Gizor advanced offensively, jabbing a finger in his chest. "Listen to me, boy, I've been in this tribe mah whole life, and you come 'ere and.." He bobbed his head, a deep frown going over his unshaven face. "You don't take ordahs unless it's from da Chief 'imself, you steal everyone's food, I know da Chief don't believe it, but we all knows it. And I know, dat you're gonna drop dat cage, and walk out now, or I'll take you down, boy." Vin flicked his eyes down at the cage again, setting it down slowly. "You know, this is all a big misunderstanding, I'm just gonna go now." Gizor kept his glare,"This ain't over, boy, I'm talkin' with da chieftain tommorow." Vin walked out through the hut. Gizor turned his head, smiling and bending over to the cage. "Das right, li'els, you still belong to me." He stepped over the cage and lied down on his mat of straw and hay. He turned over to grab a li'el to snack on before he went to sleep, but the cage was gone. He looked up and his hut's flaps we're parted. He let out a deep yell,"VINNNCEENNNTT."

Vin ran with the cage, setting it down behind his hut and opening it, going up to the front. Gizor flung the flaps of his hut open, stomping out of it. He turned his head around the camp angrily, his eyes glaring across the shadows through his thick hair. Vin stayed in the dark, and Gizor turned off to the chieftain's hut. Vin shifted farther to the outskirts of the camp, as a troup of giants stormed his hut, and came back out angrily. " 'E's gone out to eat 'um out in da forest 'e is!" Gizor took a step in the center of the group, saying angrily "Awright, boys, this is mah hunt, da chief say's I get to kill 'um, and you all get to watch, come on you lot!" They ran off into the woods, searching for Vin.

Vin sat in the dark for a while, wrapping his hand around a tree and thinking. He thought about all of his colleague's nature. If he took out the leader, he'd probably cause some kind of civil war that would make them divert themselves from the humans, less atleast. He couldn't stay here, so he needed to help the humans with one last deed. He looked around for anyone near, and uprooted the tree with a short bit of pulling, almost knocking him off his feet. He crept up to the chieftain's tent, and listened for anything. There was some mumbling, he figured he could take them with his makeshift bat. He stormed into the hut, holding the tree to the right for a good swing. The chieftain looked up, his face in shock "Vincen--?!" He swung the tree against his temple, and the chief fell over in his chair, blood dripping from his nose. He slammed the tree down on his head when he fell, looking up at who he was talking to. It was Isabella, her face in complete shock, jaw alack. She came to her senses and pointed at him,"M-MURDERER, TRAITOR."

Gizor and the boys were searching for Vin all through the deep forest, when they heard Isabella's screams. Gizor nodded his head back to camp, and they all started running. Vin looked at the body, then at her, she charged at him in rage, and swung the bat at her suddenly, hitting her in the arm. She fell over, gripping her arm. He dropped the tree and ran like a madman through the forests. Gizor's hunting group was coming back, and they arrived as soon as he ducked himself under the treeline and ran off in a crouched position. They looked around, going to the chieftain's hut, they searched around again, but never found Vin...

Vin went on for the next four years in solitude, figuring all giants hostile and brutish, although there were a few exceptions he met along the way..

His journeys soon brought him in the Surnan woods..

Alignment: Neutral Good
Favored Enemy: Enemies of Surna.
Favored Weapon: Anything he can lob at his enemies, or his fists.
Deity: Tyr/Tempus.
Current Task:
Found place to be accepted - Check.
Get in Imperial Guard - Check.
Survive "Call to Duty" quest - Checkaroo.
Protect and provide for Persephone - Ongoing until she kills him or someone breaks the hypnotic spell her necklace has on him (too late for that now).
Protect Surna/Friends - Ongoing.


Inventory.
Leather tunic and pants.
Ring - Can change his size from 45 feet to six foot seven.
Money - 13,000