Edius

"'I suppose you're one of the people I have to keep alive then, elf? I should warn you. The ice doesn't care how good a job I think I'm doing.' - Edius"

Introduction
Edius is a natural warrior by upbringing. He was raised in the rough and tumble of an Ice Giant crèche in the frozen wastes of the White. His prowess with his two-handed maul earned him the respect of the young giants as he grew up. They called him Vanjoten in their nursery battlegrounds. Leaving terrible experiences of the Icy North behind him, he now seeks adventure in the Icy South. He has heard rumour of the Gardens of Shedaklah - an oasis of green in the ice. He doesn’t believe they can be real, but if they are, he has a bad premonitions about them.

Variant Human Racial Traits

 * Languages: Common and Giant
 * Skills: Nature
 * Feat: Great Weapon Master

Outlander Background Features

 * Feature: Wanderer
 * Personality Traits: I’m driven by a wanderlust that drove me away from home
 * Personality Traits: I was in fact, raised by ice giants
 * Ideals: Nature. The natural world is more important than all the constructs of civilization. (Neutral)
 * Bonds: I suffer awful visions of a coming disaster and will do anything to prevent it.
 * Flaws: Don’t expect me to save those who can’t save themselves. It is nature’s way that the strong thrive and the weak perish.

Fighter Class Features

 * Proficiencies: Intimidation and Insight
 * Fighting Style: Great Weapon Fighting
 * Second Wind
 * Action Surge

Past
Edius was born of the poor choice of a young woman from Last Post in the Dredges. Enamoured of a visiting dignitary, she let down her guard. Nature took its course, but life was not treating her kindly and her spirit was broken by his subsequent rejection. As the time of Edius’ birth approached, she fled civilisation and ran into the White. Near death from cold and exhaustion, she was discovered by an old Ice Giant, on an outing with their crèche. Edius was born, and his father’s name passed to the giant before she died. The giant named him and took him home thinking a man-pet would be a new thing. Edius’ upbringing was perfectly normal (for an ice giant). He was fighting before he could walk. The elderly giants fussed over him - always pleased when the little one stood his ground against the other giant-children. He was brave and that was maat. He was nicknamed Vanjoten: the human-giant. As he grew, he took part in raids. He learnt to talk with the orcs-bands of the White. He was taught the common tongue by those giants who knew a little. Everyone realised he could have no long-standing place in the Ordning because of his size. He was, though, always maat. They would make him fit to take up a life of honour amongst the humans. As he came to manhood, his giant fosterparents walked south with him and brought him to Last Post. He knew the name of his father, but needed nothing from him. His basic command of the common tongue was enough to get him started. His self-assuredness made him approachable. He travelled first south to other places in the dredges. He met his father, and settled his relationship with him amicably. He found the Dredges limiting though, compared to the expanse of the White. And then, after very few years amongst men, he was back in Last Post when a Frost Giant raid came. That event traumatised him, watching his natural folk fight his foster folk at such scale. This was no remote raid. This was brutal. It was maug. The wanderlust that had prevented him from settling in the Dredges now combined with the nightmares borne of that awful day. He left and began to travel south, lost. In the Smoke, he heard tales of the far south, where there were lands like the White. There he could live and travel, and at least if he met humans fighting frost giants, they would not be *his* humans fighting *his* frost giants.