Robyn Kluge

Race
Giant

Sex
Female

Age
26

Physical description
Height: 9'8''
Hair color and style: Blonde, shaved head.
Eye color: Green.
Other features: Upper/lower canines. Small scars on the hands and arms.
Saved Titles: 9'8'' Giant|Green Eyes|Shaved Head, blonde stubbles|Occit. Accent|Leather and fur clothing|Gloves|Axe on back

9'8'' Giant|Green Eyes|Shaved Head, blonde stubbles|Occit. Accent|Lamellar Armor, Black Watch Uniform|Gloves|Slung fauconneau with stock|Axe on hip

Birthplace
The Confederation of Westerwald-Leoben, former Occitanian empire.

Alignment
Neutral Good

Patron Saint
Steudel

Mannerisms
Often stands in a military stance and looks down at people over her nose, with a sort of "noble" attitude. She will open up and be less distant to friends, however. She is quite calm in most all situations, but when she does lose her temper, she's not very easy to reason with. She speaks in broken Common in a thick Occitanian accent, and tends to use small Occitanian phrases when speaking Common.

She is not eager to kill people. Unlike others in Surna, she's viewed, she's taken her axe off of her back only few times with malicious intent. And in all of those times it was to deal with evil beasts. She'd rather not kill people, even though trained to do so.

Occupation(s)
Bouncer/Guard at the Local Tavern - 15 coins a day, with rent taken off from pay.
Squad member of local Blackwatch under Lt. Swift - 75 coins a week.

Net pay: 110 coins per week (each sunday) after daily cost of food, water, etc.
Total coin count: 880.

Robyn was born daughter of a former slave who won his freedom in the gladiator battles, and a foot soldier of the Westerwald-Leoben army. Both being giants. She was raised as a strictly Occitanian child, and was enrolled into military school at the applicable age. Her parents were very distant and had been jaded by their experiences. Her father was a man that had became drunk with the glory of the gladiator battles, and was still fighting even after Robyn's birth. The Colosseums in this are thrived on despite the collapse of the empire. He had the fear of peaking his great life, and tumbling down into normality, which was worse than death for this glory hound. He was mostly an absentee father, but very much concerned about his daughter's future, and planning to control it.

Her mother was a retired foot soldier of the Occitanian army, who resented her husband, never home or paying any attention to her. She was more endowed in Occitanian lifestyles than her husband, and attempted to push that onto her daughter from a young age. Robyn very rarely saw another of her age, and often was excluded from play because of her size compared to humans her age. There were few children who wished to spend time with her in her earlier years. When she enrolled in the military academy, things changed for her however. Her peers were much more accepting than those previously, as they had been taught to form a brotherhood amongst themselves in class.

Robyn thought little of her extreme stature, and was able to act normally around these children. As she grew, the Occitanian propaganda was pounded into her, but she was very strong willed and stubborn, and didn't much pay attention to it. Her mother saw herself in her child, a stubborn individual. She didn't hate her heritage, she considered herself to be one of them, but she did not much buy into the whole "One, unified Occitan" sort of thing. When she was 15, her father died to a beast in the Colloseum. She was shocked at first, and went into a short bout of depression. But she quickly recovered from it, seeing as he was never really much a father to her. Her mother showed the same indifference, unsurprisingly, after his will gave half his money to a random woman Robyn's mother had never met or heard of.

In truth, the only reason she lived a cozy life was because of her father, and if it were not for his gladiator champion status, they would be poor. So that's how they turned out. They lost all their money, and were evicted from their giant-specialized manor into a dinky little tenement building. Living became much harder, it was like if a human had taken residence in a 5 foot tall box. She opened her eyes to the exploitation of her race by Occitanian loyalists, and that they carried on the tradition of treating other beings as lesser, either subtly or in slavery.

She was now 18. Time was nearing for her to graduate and move onto Officer's academy, where the real military aspects were drilled in. Her obedience and ability to take orders was already solidified, so there was little change. In her studies, she always heard of the Talibarian and Sanctimonian cities. A place of many different races and creeds, where you were not either Occitanian or slave. But in her propagandized teachings, these places were filth. They were heretical, filthy blooded and lazy individuals who did not care for much but their own personal desires. She was further instructed on squad leadership and tactics. She was training to become a CO for the Confederacy's army. She was instructed how to fire "der Gigantgewehr", or the Giant-rifle. It was a devastating short range weapon developed from small merchant ship cannons, for the use of Giants in the Confederacy's army. Furthermore, she was trained on how to fight single and multiple smaller opponents in armed close quarters combat.

Her physical training and drilling was separate from hat of the human officer's. She was put on a special course with 4 other giants in Der Offizier's Akademie Westerwald-Leoben. It pushed her to her limits, and her instructors had pushed her and her comrades even further than the regular Officer candidates, out of their racism. At first she did not detect it, but after a few drills she could tell that their yelling and screaming and physical abuse was more out of hate than their duty to train them. She was taken for an imbecile and a neanderthal in her Offizier's courses. While she was obviously an above average officer's candidate, she was evaluated as on average or below by most of her instructors in class. This went on for 3 years, as Kluge's eyes slowly opened to subtle racism. What sped this process along was ofcourse, the more blatant insults in her face. But soon enough, she graduated. She was given the rank "Leutnant", equivalent to Lieutenant, as with all graduates from the Offizier's akademie. Her orders sent her to the front line, as she had hoped. Her skills as a squad leader would be put into action. But when she arrived, her CO told her that "there are no open leadership positions in any squad". He said that she would be demoted to Sergeant and slotted into an open position. She detested this but accepted, the racism showing it's face again. The captain told her she would be promoted as soon as there was a spot open. In the 2 years she served, she did not get such a promotion.

Kluge was made a grunt, and was sent into many domestic issues and to regulate borders. It bored her, and she hated the work, it wasn't what she had trained for her whole life to be. Not only that, but in any large domestic events that the military would step in to regulate, there would always be one or two executions. She was usually put to the task to do such a thing, as being the giant, she was a brute that didn't care what she killed. But it was not true, she despised killing. She was trained to do it, and she was neutral on the point of killing enemy soldiers, but she was ordered to kill civillians marked as "heretic", "traitor" or "rebel". At first, she felt guilt, but it dissipated. Her mind put the thought out of her head. But at night, she would have nightmares that shook her awake. And eventually, the blood on her hands would make her go mad, unable to sleep or eat if she thought about it too much. She made it her best effort to not think about such things, and to convince herself that the 4 people she was ordered to kill were not innocent.

The racism she received from even her own comrades at this point was just unbearable. She needed to leave. The mounting anger and frustration forced her plans into fruition. She sent a letter to her mother, explaining that she was leaving the country of Occitan completely. And when granted a short leave for duty, she fled the country. She did not attempt to fake her own death or to go into any depth of deception. She knew there would probably be a bounty on her head, but that her Officer's were probably glad to have her gone any way. So she deduced that because of her lack of real tactical information and importance in the Confederacy's military, she would not be hunted.

After traveling on her own since she was 23, the young giant experienced quite a bit of fighting. She retained her combat knowledge and often dispatched of single bandits or robbers with ease. And she quite liked fighting. Not killing, but physical sparring and fighting itself she enjoyed. It brought out a primal instinct in her to survive. She acquired many tiny scars on her hands and legs from fights, and the use of an axe. Using her knowledge of the Common human language she had learned since she was in military school, she was able to make a living. Albeit, in broken tongue, but she was understandable.
She drifted through Talibar and Sanctimonia acquiring a few temporary spots as a guard or bouncer or somethingorother.
Through drifting and travels, she eventually came upon Surna.

She visited it for a month or so, and as with all the other towns, moved on. She didn't like any of the towns. Despite Occitan's racism, she much liked the society there. The life styles here were almost backwards and illogical to her. Ironically, she half-wished she was back in Occitan sometimes, the peoples and races and their customs here were very strange to her. While passing back through the mountains, she remembered she had read a newspaper article on Surna being the most diverse city in most all of the continent. She was inclined to agree with the writing, since she had been there and seen all the different races and backgrounds. So she decided to settle into Surna for a while and find some work.

Skills
Strength - Arguably her most defining trait, her strength. Her inhuman strength keeps her employed and is the reason why she doesn't get into much trouble with bandits and thieves.

Melee Combat - Trained for years to deal specifically with humans in combat, and having used those skills first hand, she's quite good with her hands and with a simple weapon. But if the person she is fighting has an agility of over 6-7, then they'd find it easier to dodge and retaliate without a definite fear of getting hit.

Fire Arms - She is trained to fire the specialized Giant-rifle that few armies possess. However she is incapable of firing any other firearm as her fingers can barely slip into the trigger.

Intimidation - Though she's capable of dispatching the regular joe that happens to challenge her, she's more capable of just scaring them out of it. This has mixed reactions however, and doesn't always lead to them backing off.

Weapons
x1 Simple axe.


Clothing
x1 Thick leather and fur pants, jackets.
x1 Gloves.

Tasks.
Find an occupation.

Acquire fitting combat equipment - Being brought in soon.
Shut down the illegal fighting ring - Planning with squad.