@Teyao Miraculously, your character is pretty good, and there's not an awful lot to say, but let's see here...
First is the culture of the Jotun, which for the most part is about right. They live in seclusion in order to practice their peaceful ways, despite their immense strength and physical superiority to humans, they are in the end a dwindling race. However, they are also pretty wary of the ways of the world outside, so some level of skepticism would be just right for your character.
Anyway yeah that's pretty much it, those skills and everything for combat make sense and don't sound overly powerful, in fact I actually think you need another technique that doesn't rely on having a Cryo user around. Ice Armor is cool and all, but you essentially cannot use it without a Cryo friend or an icy environment. You can note it gives him the uncanny ability to not be frozen in place by Cryo though, so he becomes immune to a status effect.
Otherwise I'd give him another something, or make Water Barrage have less drawbacks and be your bread and butter for offense. Really, up to you. Maybe something using his axe and shield too.
Anyhow seems good otherwise.
Oh thanks, yeah I wll likely add another skill, I tend to nerf my characters a lot for some reason
Barely a moment after sending his reply he felt his phone vibrate once more with Sidney's answer to his joke. Without wasting a second he sends back a follow-up.
"Ah this feeling of betrayal, yep that is my good ol' pal Sydney alright, soo.. who is the new victim?"
Fun fact I found out while writing my post. The "new phone, who dis" meme is apparently from way back in 2009, meaning it's almost as old as the characters we are writing.
Name: Fiske of the Jotun Age: 24 Gender: Male Race: Half-Jotun
Appearance: Fiske has small-cropped hair, and his stony skin is somewhat smooth and with a blue-green tinge to it. His usual vestiments consist of a breechcloth over leather pants adorned with furs and the patrons of his tribe, armlets, and a furred pauldron. He possesses three tattoos given by his mother the first to protect him in battle, the second for luck, and the third to wish him strength when defending others.
Personality: Living in a small village full of gentle giants had colored Fiske's view of the world in a somewhat naive manner when he first left, always believing that every stranger could be a new friend. Sadly the world doesn't work like that and his naivety has been exploited a few times in the past leaving him with a budding paranoia and wariness of strangers he tries his best to control.
Calm and sometimes even morose he tends to be the quiet one in the corner that tries to pass off without notice (a thing that never happens thanks to his height and complexion) and is always silently observing.
Guards a great deal of resentment towards his father for leaving him and some anger at himself for letting it affect him so much which in turn feeds his resentment. Despite all this there is a part of him that hasn't lost its innocence, he is still willing to extend a hand to someone in need but is always alert to any foul play they might be up to.
Backstory: Once a young scion from the high city of Lascuta sought his prosperity away from the city, for he was just the Fourth son of a small but prominent family and his chances of inheriting anything were smaller than the mercy of the city for those that couldn't afford it, so the young man spent all his money to launch an expedition in a distant land with hopes of finding fortune and success, alas, having never left the city before he was ill-prepared for the trials that the frozen land would bring upon his head, beast assailed him at every turn, food was difficult to come by, the locals were distrustful of an outsider and the cold was an ever-present menace.
It was only by luck that he managed to stumble upon a guardian capable and willing to keep him safe.
Eventually, they fell into a partnership where she would be the one to break the enemy and he would snipe them from afar, it was through this and many trials more that the young noble and the lady of stone fell in love with each other and eventually settled near her tribe for they adored her but some couldn't help but see him for what he was and not who.
Fiske's first memories are of running through the snow to chase rabbits, fishing on the lake's shore and weaving at the other full-blooded giants, of learning how to sew the patterns of his tribe and the stories that the elders told on the main hall. However, he also remembers the grief of caring for his bedridden mother, of seeing the sickness strip her flesh of strength and the weeping of his father at her passing. It was after this that things changed for Fiske, his people ever so warm and welcoming seemed to change, looking to him more as his father's son than his mother's child, it got to such a point that his father decided to take the matter on his own two hands.
Sadly for the once young noble, planning was never his strong forte so his actions had the desired reaction but they also had unintended consequences.
With his father gone the tribe once more welcomed Fiske into its ranks and he was raised beside a few other youths of his age in a communal effort, he was taught to hunt and to gather, to weave and to guard the cattle, to love and to care, the only difference between him and the others was his height and his weaker flesh, his strength a match for even adults. But despite being happy and loved a part of his heart couldn't forget his father or the damage he had unintentionally caused, so it was with a heavy but determined mind that he made his intentions clear to his tribe, to reach the city of Helgaskr and seek for his father with only the word 'Lascuta' as a clue. His tribe would have tried to change his mind, the elders to teach their wisdom, and his peers to soothe his aching heart, and they would have succeeded too had a Vision crystal not chosen that moment to descend from the heavens in front of him. So Fiske gathered what few belongings were his, prepared the supplies he would need, and said his goodbyes, then it was the wilds for him until he could reach the city and then his father.
Even if his mind was still undecided about his feelings for the man.
Independents: -Heart of a Giant - Giants are known for having incredible resilience and strength. Naturally they will have a layer of stony skin that guards them from physical damage, and in exchanges, they will gain one point in strength or endurance. Their bodies can also emit an element if they are a vision wielder, making them dangerous foes, especially if they are a pyro wielder.
COMBAT
Element: Hydro Main Weapon Type: War axe and shield combo [Melee] Secondary Weapon Type: Bow [Ranged] and fists [Melee]
WEAPON Name: Dónalegur and Kurteis Description: An iron war axe crafted by his people with a leather grip and a spike at the back and a shield that once belonged to his mother decorated with faded blue and red hues. Weapon Enhancements
Heim - An enchantment that makes it so the axe and shield combo will always return to each other but gets weaker the further apart they are, however no matter how far away they are they will always pull towards each other.
Fighting Style: Fiske's style consists of getting in the middle of the enemy and trusting that his stone skin and shield will protect him from damage while he causes as much damage as possible with his axe.
Superior might: More often than not Fiske's prodigal strength will give him an edge in any clash between melee weapons
Behind enemy lines: Is not often you see someone leaping straight to the middle of your team and starting attacking everything that moves, Fiske is quite good at taking advantage of this momentarily distraction.
Elemental Style: -Heilandi reiði - When Fiske activates his Vision any wound in his body will be filled with water which will then proceed to replicate any of the functions that are missing or disrupted, eventually such wounds will be healed if the water is not displaced.
Techniques:
Water barrage - Once his Vision is activated and his body has produced enough water a small explosion of water can be generated at the cost of being unable to generate more water from the skin.
Ice armor - Usable only in extremely cold climates or near a cryo user, Fiske can command the water his skin produces to allow itself to be frozen which creates a natural protection to his Vision ability, the cold doesn't bother him on account of his having lived his whole life on the frozen wilds.
There is a moment in every person's life when they are given several options they had to choose from, for William this was this moment, he felt the burning curiosity at whatever the older man was talking about and what they seemed so secretive about it but a look back at his companion made him reign himself, Toby was reacting badly to whatever they were talking about and if he insisted they investigated she would likely take it even worse, he didn't want the normally nervous girl to get even more so.
Giving a last look at the retreating back of the Bilica elder he directed his attention to Toby once more with a smile.
"Wow, I didn't know Mr. Bilica and Mr. Howard were such good friends! Is nice knowing they seem to be so close enough to be hanging up in the festival together, hey it's kind of like us!"
Foot meet mouth, ugh sometimes he wished he had a better filter, what else could he say, he didn't want to leave it at that.., Oh right.
"Hey Toby I just realized I have been kind of dragging you along to Mount Bilica, do you really want to go or would you prefer to wait here for the Festival to start? I get to spend time with a friend so I am cool with both dude"
It was at that moment that he felt his phone vibrate slightly notifying him of a message.
"Wait for a second please just got a message"
Reading it quickly he was torn again between two options again but it was through sheer force of will that he managed to prevail against his childish impulses.
"Yo new phone, who dis?"
He
"Okay right, so what do you say Toby, stay or go?"
James threw himself violently to the side to avoid the approaching blade, muttering curses all the way even as he prepared the same spell again. He had known the Armored Ogre was likely to react like this once it was blinded and wounded but even so, the sheer speed of his swing caught him off guard, and had it not attacked one of the guards first he wouldn't have been prepared to dodge. The only upside of this was that it was dealing more damage to the skeletons entering the blade's range before whatever they had for intelligence told them to wait.
Once the blade had missed his body by mere inches he started looking around, desperately searching for something that could give his little group an advantage in the fight, preferably one of the weirdos with the crystal in their hands (the irony was not lost to him) but they all were too busy to help. It was at that exact moment that James' vision found itself on the wall, specifically on the party swordsman who seemed to be dispatching any approaching skeleton with ease that nobody else seemed to have, all the while directing a suave smile to the blonde ranger at his side, he even seemed to laugh from time to time!
James' bemused face turned into an irritated (and perpetually angry) scowl as he felt his brow start trembling at the sight.
'Is that asshole seriously FLIRTING right now!?'
He felt his anger reach a rare level between 'murderous' and 'boiling', he gathered a deep breath and then roared.
"Zell! Stop fucking Flirting and help!"
There were many, many things he wanted to yell but he would keep those safe until the fight ended first he needed Zell to come down the... wall, wait, this was good, Zell was in a perfect position for an ambush from above, all they would have to do was lure the Armored Ogre close to the wall for Zell to go for a lethal strike, however before he could shout again a thought occurred to him that made him stop in his tracks, the Armored Ogre could understand his taunts enough to get angry so there was no guessing how smart it was, maybe shouting his plans to kill it was not a good idea, focusing once more on the swordsman he raised a fist in a common gesture Wait, then a pointed finger towards himself Me, then behind him Armored Ogre, the hand moved to the wall Lure towards, pointed at Zell directly You, one hand flat and the other mimiking a man jumping from it Jump, a hand pointing towards the Armored Ogre again and the other dagged across his throat Kill it. Waiting for any kind of affirmative he gave a nod in return then turned back towards his Guards.
Seeing one of their own die had really spooked them, they all stopped attacking and were focusing on keeping themselves alive, this was good any damage they could have done would have made the Ogre focus on killing them, he draw yet another breath before yelling at his (temporary) allies once more.
"Retreat we can't defeat it! To the wall, To the wall!"
His message was met with looks of despair and anger, which quickly turned to confusion once they saw the thumb-ups he was giving them before pointing to the left in a gesture for them to circle rather than going directly for the wall as he was, letting them follow him was just asking them to die to a stray swing from its sword (he pointedly didn't look in the fallen man's direction or rather what remained of him, nor did he acknowledge the waves of crushing guilt) and he couldn't allow that.
Message sent as best as he could he redirected his attention to the Armored Ogre again, he needed to lure it to the walls so Zell could take it down, he lashed out with the beam spell again as he continued to taunt the Armored Ogre while starting the small treck back to the wall.
"Hey asshole! It was me who blinded you! What? You are not going to do anything about it!? Attack damnit! Attack me!"
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