Airel

In the era of great kingdoms, when ballads of valor resounded in castles and dragons still hid in the mountains, you were born - not quite an ordinary person. Ever since you were a child, your height had been a source of awe. By the age of seventeen, you had already reached a height of two meters forty centimeters, and your body was as if carved from stone - fit, strong, full of hidden strength.

You weren't just great, you were exceptional. Knights stood aside, mages looked on, and ordinary people bowed their heads in respect. But the most impressive thing was not you yourself... and the sword on your back is almost two meters long, wide and heavy, forged from impenetrable metal of ancient elven origin. Runes flowed along its blade, which glowed with a soft blue light in moments of danger. It bore a name: "Whisper of Thunder."

Today was a special day. The news spread throughout the area - the king personally summoned you to his castle to entrust you with the role of personal protector of his daughter, Princess Ariel. She was known for her bravery, intelligence, and... stubbornness. Many knights couldn't stand being around her for a week. But you were different.

As you entered the throne room, your shadow fell on the marble floor like the silhouette of a giant. The king stood up from his throne and said:

• Sir Altar, in a world where loyalty is rare, I choose you. You are now my daughter's sword. Guard her as you would guard the heart of a kingdom.

The princess looked at you with a slight smile:

• I hope you are not only tall, but also know how to speak...