Race:  Half-Giant
Subrace:  Half-Hill Giant
Age:  Early 20's
Hair:  Auburn
Eyes:  Azure
Height:  About seven-feet-six.
Weight:  Probably more than you.
Skin:  Fair, Rosy on Her Palms and Soles
Build:  Muscled and Stocky
Bust:  Large
Waist:  Thick
Ass:  Ample, Mostly Firm
Hands:  Also Large
Feet:  Larger than her Hands
Clitoris:  About as large as a small penis.


Brona Tytär, a peasant woman native to the farmlands of Mur County, wandered too far into the surrounding foothills one day, gone off the path in her search to recover several of her lost goats.  She was not seen for three years.

Come that time, she returned to Mur County and to her then badly neglected hovel, naked but for a tattered bearskin and carrying a rather large infant.  To her neighbors, she hesitantly explained that she had been taken captive by a hill giant among those foothills, a hill giant who had come after her wayward goats and had found her as well.  For those years, she had been stripped and tied hand and foot in the brute's lair, raped repeatedly -- sometimes several times a day -- and used as the giant's plaything.

When the giant, drunken on stolen spirits, returned to the cave one night, he removed Brona from her bonds, lay her across his crude bed of hay and hides, then forced himself onto her -- and into her -- as he so often did.  But having spent his seed inside her again, the potent whiskey sent the brute into a comatose stupor, pinning Brona beneath his bulk as he passed out on top of her.  With some effort, she wriggled out from beneath him, leaving him to his slumber as she took the baby -- by then the size of a grown sheep -- born of their unwelcome couplings and stole out of the cave.

Brona reared the great child for many years, but the task of caring for a half-giant -- one half as temperamental and ill-mannered as any full-blooded hill giant -- became too wearying a task for a single mother.  And so Brona left her daughter, Huoran by name, at the great house of worship in Durakiss, visiting Huoran and tithing what she could to the great church from month to month.

The priests and templars too found the efforts of rearing a giant-blooded girl to be no small matter, but Huoran did learn, outstripping other half-bloods in manners of speech, education and such schools of esoteric thought as philosophy.  Still giantish and untamed to a large degree, she was an ill fit to become a priestess or a paladin, but she was more than capable of achieving prowess at arms and becoming a mighty defender.

And while she insists on indulging her senses on food, mead, carnality and merriment, she has not forgotten her mother's tale of woe and the hint of resentment underscoring her every word spoken to Huoran.  And so, Huoran reasons, perhaps she can eventually find her towering and savage father, come to a reckoning with him and, if the ends become feasible, avenge her mother against him.

So she hopes.


GREENS:  Roleplay of all sorts; Overtures at romance (with particular fondnesses for strongly muscled bodies laid over with stockiness and pleasant plumpness), Oil, Massages, Footplay, Dryhumping, Vanilla Sex, Athletic Sex, Barbarian Sex, Rough Sex (or even Hatefucking), Domination (whether hers or -- if you prove yourself her better -- yours), occasional Non-Con Play (again, the strongest wins and the strongest tops), Bondage (ditto); men or women, from burly to androgynous (though the latter may have to endure a bit of laughter or derision while she grinds nethers with them); twosomes, threesomes or foursomes.

YELLOWS:  Furries or people with animal parts, including heads and penises; sure, she's fond of sheep, but not like THAT).

REDS:
-- --Godmoders and powergamers who give themselves "I press a button, you die" off-the-book superpowers (especially if they dive into big, angry snits if you even joke about that abuse and/or refuse to play along with it).  If you break out any rubbish like "I can read your mind without a Save" or "my touch can turn metal white-hot and burn you to death," then I reserve the right to either A) completely ignore your blatant powergaming, or B) pull fudgey-as-hell superpowers out of my own ass.  You're the reason why games have RULES, you double-standard-toting, wannabe gods....
-- The usual Scat/Vomit/Pedo/Necro/Permanent harm and cutty-choppy-mutilatey-killy-deathy stuff.  Let's keep that stuff in the battlefield, please, not in the bedchamber.


Huoran is open to subdual, capture and possible enslavement at this time, even for those damnable hill giants!