Sitka

Sitka is a Mountain Giant that is a reknown Smithy, crafter of armor for both man and beast alike. She has been a forger of weapons and armor for the Howling Dragons, a mercenary group, since they were first established. To the members, she is loyal, and protective. To her friends she is just as much.

Being a mercenary and for as long as she has lived, she has seen many races and places. Since she woke in these new lands, it has provided more new sights for her to see. As well as new things to experience. But, she also did not wake concerned or worried, but curious. She does wonder what happened..by all rights and natural law she shouldn't be here.

Description
She stands several feet tall, quite hard to miss. Her strong facial features have sharp emerald green eyes set into them. All this is framed by long black hair which is more often than not, braided on one side of her head and decorated with simple, gold decor. Her build is muscular but not chiseled. Life has worn and shaped her like a river wears and shapes stone.

Armor
She is often adorned in chainmail armor, or comfortable fur and/or leather clothing when not venturing out. Her attire, as well as her weapons, are kept in near pristine condition.

Arms
She has been trained in and used every weapon under the sun. But her preferred is a one handed sword. Especially if fighting alongside anyone. Given her large swing radius, the sword is a weapon that isn't so long as a great sword and can easily control where it goes. When she's riding horse, she may use a spear or similar weapon, if not her sword.

History
Sitka's history is..long. She is the daughter of the chief of her clan from the Forsaken Peaks. What was home before she was brought to the new lands. Her family is a line of renown, half-giant smithies, so it was no surprise that she took up the task of forge work like her father before her. Not only did she become proficient in it, but mastered it. With her work she became a 'gentle' giant when it comes to animals. Especially horses, for many of which she's made countless sets of barding for throughout her years. She often finds them to be of better company, sometimes. This aspect would remain for as long as she lives. But this doesn't mean she wouldn't speak to other people.

She's watched empires rise and fall with the steady transition from peace to violence. And watch the land get torn by the wars that raged on it, and the slow healing that took place in their wakes. The thing that haunts her still, to this day, above all other horrors she's seen in her time, is the fate that befell her daughter. This resulted in her untimely death.

Flaws:
Mind-Wandering, Self-doubt

Beliefs
Has no specific religious belief.

Relationships
Balthazar and Reido: 'They were both members of the Howling Dragons. Would have died times uncounted to spare them both from any fate. We went through hell and high water together. But no longer..'

Rowan: 'He is a close friend. One I regretfully did not keep a promise to. Driven by anger and excessive determination, met my end.. or so I thought.'

Lex: 'For being just a farmer, he at least has a fighting spirit. May it serve him well, better than my experience ever served me..'