There’s a certain character I’ve written into Magnus Knights that I can’t make up my mind about. Her name is Baluur, she’s a terramancer, and a bit of a feral child. She’s lived alone for her whole life on a stone island that her parents raised from the ocean floor, with barely any human contact. She speaks almost exclusively in one word sentences, and is superhumanly strong since she spends her day picking up and carrying boulders. When she another human washes up on her island, she barely recognizes him as the same thing she is. This is how I introduce her into the story…
The enormous shadow, easily twice as tall as Falquin, sauntered almost casually into the arena. For a terrifying second, Falquin thought it was the black Magnus, come to finish him off. But as it emerged into the light, he realized it was a woman. The biggest one he’d ever seen, dressed in a leather dress that must have taken five cows to make. Long brown dreadlocks, greasy and matted together, hung down to her waist, and muscles big enough to arm wrestle a Magnus bulged with every step she took.
“Halt!” Tenlash yelled, brandishing his sword. “You are trespassing on—”
The woman glanced at him, then looked away. “Meh.”
She stopped, and a strange jangling sound came from her. Two chains dangled from her neck like necklaces, both of them thicker than Falquin’s arms. Glass jars hung from them, and whenever she moved they would clang together like Sylva’s most out of tune xylophone.
Her eyes fell on Gavenkein up in the seating above them, and she pointed. “Ah! King?”
What do you think? Good character? Bad character?