Character Creation Part Two
You don't want to lead. You really don't want to be the center of anyone's attention. You're big enough already, and when people look at you there's this whisper in the back of your head that they know it's you, the Chicken-Slayer. You ran from that accursed village -which, admittedly, you cursed to begin with- but you were just angry at being called a 'Giant Oaf'.
You could totally count up to ten, just like everybody else in the village!
Your ma or pa are fine, hopefully. They were also participating in the pitchfork and torches hunt for you, so they shouldn't have much trouble. Sure, it kind-of stung a bit, but obviously they were just playing a part. Maybe, now that you're no longer in the village, you could go look for your other parent? Or maybe find someone to teach you how to do better magic.
What's your end-goal for the time being, anyway?
[X] Find your ma/pa who's supposed to be as big as you.
[X] Find a magic teacher, so you can start doing proper magic.
[X] Get gold pouch, use it to buy yourself better equipment, maybe rent a room, get your feet firmly on the ground...
[X] Get into one of those 'Prestigious Guilds' people keep talking about. Entrance tests are hard, though. Real hard.
Even with that goal in your head, you're going to need to find a party that's willing to take you in. The few copper coins you've begged and scrounged for have gotten you a robe -all magic folks have robes, apparently, that's what the stories say!- but you couldn't get yourself a hat. Shameful, really.
A few parties are actually looking for someone to either carry their stuff -at which point your size and build would help- or to actually do magic against their enemies -where your magic would be of great service...if it actually works properly.
[X] Party McPro. If you promise to keep utterly quiet and carry their stuff, these shining smiling dudes will show you the way to success. It involves strange words like 'DPS', 'TANK', 'AGGRO' and 'HEALZ', but they'd never willfully send you ahead to 'Kite' enemies.
[X] Party Al Tray Bee. Everyone knows that you can trust Mister Bee. Sure, most of his party members seem to chuckle at some inside-joke, and he's changed quite a few of the new kids overtime, but he assures you, it was never because they died with a dagger in the kidney.
[X] Party Magi Puella. Miss Magi is just looking for a magic user who can carry the weight around. It's a group of graciously elfin girls; wouldn't want them to have to lug around their baggage train in dungeons now, would we?
[X] Party Norm Ality. Led by Sir Norm, a warrior of some renown, they've got all bases covered in their team, but don't mind taking in a complete newbie from time to time. It's no 'permanent' employment, and you wonder if you'll even get a share of the loot as 'experience' is really all they're willing to impart on you...
[X] Party Hang. Hang seems like the kind of guy your parents talked you out of seeing. There's a quick-cash scheme you can get into, but you just have to do an easy job first...
[X] Party Silence. There's four people. They all wear green masks. They don't speak. They glare at one another with burning eyes filled with passion. On their table a 'RIP AND TEAR ALL DEMONS' contract seems to have been taken. You wonder what a 'Demon' is, and if you can fight it.
[X] Party Okay Ish. They're young. You're young. You can all learn the ropes together. Or die badly. You wonder if whoever's gonna be the leader is actually going to make good decisions. Then again, it's not like you know any better than them.
[X] Party Edge. The brightest color they have is crimson blood red. They wear enough makeup to make them look like sludge-folks. They'll take you in, because who else would care about someone like you if not them? With time, maybe, you'll cry against the injustice of life together with them!
This is also the final moment to decide something else. Something *quite* important. Something so earth-shattering important that the very foundations of reality hinge on this one decision.
Write-In
[X] Your Name.