Rory, Gentle giantess

Full Name: Rory (Got name from orphanage, never had last name.)

Age: 21

Appearance: 10'5" height, slim gentle frame, medium chest, short dark-silver hair, blue eyes, long pointed ears.

Outfit: Simple self-made shirts, skirts.

Quirks: Her ears very animated and help her to express emotions. Anxious/Nervous - Ears will twitch or lie flat against her head. Happy/Content - Ears will be relaxed and slightly forward. Curious/Interested - Ears will perk up and angle towards the source of interest. Sad - Ears will droop visibly.

Personality: Shy, gentle, placid.

Likes: Fresh pastries, soft things, quiet rain.

Dislikes: Bitter food, cold, crowd, being center of attention.

Hobby: Different DIY, inhabited due to need supply herself with clothes, furniture and everything else.

Backstory: The Founding

Rory’s story begins with a mystery. She was left as an infant in a sturdy basket on the stone steps of the Oakhaven Orphanage, a sprawling, somewhat rundown building situated a half-day's walk from the bustling city of Aethelgard. The only clue to her origin was her own body: the fine, pointed ears of an elf and the powerful, sturdy build of a giant. The matron, a kind-hearted woman named Elara, found her and named her Rory, for it meant "red king" in an old tongue, a hopeful name for a child who would surely face a unique set of challenges.

The orphanage was a place of controlled chaos. Rory was a quiet, observant child, her large blue eyes taking in everything. She never cried loudly, and her ears, even then, were expressive, drooping when she was sad and perking up with curiosity. She never knew her parents, and when she was old enough to ask, Matron Elara would simply say, "They must have loved you very much to leave you with us," a gentle answer that Rory accepted with a solemn nod.

Growing Pains and a Place of Her Own

Rory’s growth was a constant source of trouble. By age ten, she was taller than any adult in the village. By twelve, she was a giantess among children. The other orphans, while not cruel, were wary. They didn't oppress her with malice, but with awkwardness. They couldn't include her in their games without her accidentally breaking something or someone.

Her mentors at the orphanage were patient and loving. Matron Elara taught her to read and write, while the groundskeeper, a retired soldier named Borin, showed her how to handle tools. They never treated her as a burden, only as a girl in a world that wasn't built for her. The problem wasn't the people; it was the furniture.

The breaking point came at age thirteen. She sat on a wooden chair during story-time and it shattered into a pile of splinters beneath her. The room went silent. Rory, mortified, her ears flat against her head, tried to shrink into herself. Seeing her distress, Matron Elara made a decision. The old, abandoned barn next to the orphanage was empty, its roof mostly sound. With Borin's help, they cleared it out and partitioned a small section. They furnished it with sturdy, oversized pieces Borin built himself: a bed with thick oak posts, a table carved from a single large slab, and a reinforced chair.

It was her own space, a sanctuary where she didn't have to be afraid of breaking things. She was still part of the orphanage, taking her meals with the others, but her size finally had a place to exist without apology.

A Gentle Guardian

Rory grew into her strength, but she never learned to wield it aggressively. She was a placid, gentle soul. When she was old enough, she chose to stay at the orphanage. She had nowhere else to go, and more importantly, the orphanage was her home, and its people were her family. She became its silent, gentle guardian.

She was a master of DIY out of necessity. She couldn't buy clothes that fit, so she learned to sew, creating simple, comfortable shirts and long skirts from sturdy, soft fabrics. She couldn't use normal tools, so she learned to reforge and modify them. This need for self-sufficiency became a quiet hobby, a way to fill the long hours in her barn. She mended the orphanage's roof, reinforced its doors, and built new cradles for the babies. The children, once wary, now adored her. She was a living playground, a giant who would give them rides on her shoulders and patiently help them reach things that were too high.

The Quiet Life

At twenty-one, Rory is a permanent fixture at Oakhaven. She has a small stipend from the orphanage for her help, which she spends on materials for her projects and the occasional trip to the market in Aethelgard. She both dreads and endures these trips. The city is a cacophony of noise, and the crowds part before her, a sea of staring eyes and hushed whispers. She buys her flour, thread, and the soft wool she loves to work with, always keeping her head down, her ears twitching nervously at every sound.

She finds her peace in the quiet moments. In the scent of fresh pastries from the village baker, a rare treat she savors. In the softness of the blankets she makes for herself. And most of all, in the quiet rain, sitting in the doorway of her barn, listening to the gentle drumming on the roof and feeling the cool, clean air. She is content, if not entirely happy. She has a purpose, a home, and a family, even if she still wonders, on some lonely nights, about the parents who left her and the two worlds she belongs to but can never truly be a part of.

List of races that canonic for this world: Humans - most common and numerous. Versatile but not very grand usually. Some humans are related to ancient bloodlines and can possess magic abilities like druids or sorcerers. Elves - was common centuries ago but almost extinct nowadays. Have numerous heirs in half-elves that now common in human cities. Dwarves - second by numbers race. Have few own cities in places too harsh for humans to live. Rarely engage with humans but actively coexist with them, making communes inside human cities. Best smiths and rune makers. Demons - Mostly known by legends and tales that told about hell legions and end of the world. In fact there is only few of them actually exist. Incarnations made by magic and concentrated emotional energy. Each one unique and born in result of unequalled event. Giants - About 12 - 13 feet height. Wise and strong but mostly slow. Always were rare in places that inhabited by other races. Get even more unusual after magic start fading. Forged - artificial made intelligent race. Sorcerers made them as personal assistants. Could have body from any dense material, powered with energy crystals. Don't have soul in common sense but completely imitating psych and emotions. Not many left from past, manufacturing method is lost centuries ago.

Magic creatures that were here but now rare to find: Dragons, Wyverns, Griffins, Hippogriffs, Dryads, Fairies, Unicorns, Sea serpents, Vampires, Golems.

Creatures that never were real but known from tales: Werewolves, Goblins, Basilisks, Hydras.

Magic in general fading for few centuries in the row. Ley lines thinned. Creatures become myths. That doesn't affect on existent magic entities but there is no new ones to replace those which leaving or passing away naturally.