I’i C'uxarak (Eee! Chucks'-a-rock')
a mistreated giant (half-hill giant jovian), thinks rocks are people too and that magic comes from bunnies
I’i, like most hill jovians, was born into travail and slavery in Yan-Tek. His father was one of the brutish bunch that work as shock troops for the goblin war elite and his mother was a poor slave girl captured from her township in the Verdant Plains region of Ha-Sin’nana when it was destroyed in a raid. She died in childbirth, leaving I’i to be named, raised, trained, and abused by the Yan-Tek slave masters. He was raised as a melee bruiser and mobile artillery unit, shaped with cruelty, derision and the pain of the lash. He hates whips and chains. When he behaved badly while growing up, he would be locked away in a small couryard in the lowest levels of the capital city. His only companions were rocks, which he still believes are real people who just can’t move on their own. When he was finally old enough and well-enough trained, the goblins sent him out on one last humiliating assignment: armored in the best they had, he was to watch a road within earshot of one of their wilderness posts. It is there that he met the party, killed Zi with a single falling swing of his massive mercurial greatword. Somehow, he was retrieved by a cleric in Greenfolk and returned to life by some pseudo-necromatic means, and to the party by means of a very compelling order (geas) by the cleric. He is now reformed, glad to be free of the haranguing and hazing of the bad little goblins and seeking to serve Lazulo, who seems to be a marked improvement on the general character of the race. Lazulo’s rock even talked to him! Someone once told him that magic comes from bunnies, so he is currently in awe of Ninira, who has a pet bunny named Sweetpea. He lost his wonderful armor that covered his hairy body and scars, and that upset him alot.