The first thing most people notice about her is her size.

It’s not just height because while she is tall, standing

about an inch shy of the six foot mark, and its not all fat. Enough of her husky build is muscle though unless
shes actively flexing or putting herself to some sort of hard physical use she also lacks the cut definition and
vascularity of a dedicated bodybuilder or athlete instead just seeming naturally brawny. Her arms are thick and
strong in the way of one who spends a lot of time lifting and hauling heavy objects for a job rather then a
hobby. Her torso is big with wide enough shoulders to give her a definitive hour glass shape and a back broad
and strong enough to keep the weight on her front upright and without complaint. Her breasts are big, big
enough in fact that it’s rare to hear them referred to by any term less vulgar than tits. The hefty orbs could be
compared to some spherical sporting equipment in size, and have just enough weight and jiggle to show that
the things were bestowed by genetics rather then a surgeon. Truth be told they’re the only place on the girl a
person could use the word soft and get away with it. Her stomach is mostly flat with enough fat to mostly hide
the muscles of her abdominals but without enough to form a pooch. Her waist could only be called narrow in
comparison to her broad shoulders and the generous flare of her hips, not to mention an ass which while not as
big as her tits, still has enough mass to it to draw the eye of those that like full figured women. By no means is it
junk in her trunk either, just casually watching her shows that it has the solid motion of muscle rather then the
jiggle and bounce of flab. Her legs are wide columns with strong calves from carrying the rest of her weight and
thick thighs that look strong enough to crack a bowling ball should it find its way between her dimpled knees.
%R %T Pretty isn't how most people would describe her since her features aren’t the dainty things usually
associated with beauty but there is definitely something alluring about the confident gleam in her steel gray
eyes and in the playful, cocky, smirk nearly always tugging at her full lips. Her face is broad and a little round
and obviously of Germanic decent. Her hair is a full, and thick, a veritable mane of fine, dark golden, curls kept
wrangled back and out of her face with a bandanna printed with the the Colonial era 'Don't Tread On Me'
rattlesnake flag. She wears little make up usually just enough to blacken her long lashes and add a bit of shine
to her lips. %R %T Her clothing isn’t what anyone would ever call fancy or classy and is often stained with oil,
grease, and sweat. She wears a simple gray mechanics jersey with the letter 'A' emblazoned in red on the white
name patch and a solid black pack of smokes in her front pocket. The sturdy garment is buttoned up just
enough to pretend that it’s keeping her tits in check while instead, revealing a good deal of cleavage, as well as
hot pink and green leopard print bra and a Zippo lighter snugged between her flesh and the material. On her
legs a pair of well worn and thoroughly distressed baggy, denim, cargo shorts obviously cut from a pair of pants
by the fringe that tickles at her knees. About her waist coils a leather belt with a mud flap girl buckle and
several foot and a half long chains clearly attached to something in her pocket. Her feet and shins are all
covered up in a pair of heavy steel toed engineers’ boots with bright orange and yellow flames licking up from
the neon blue soles over the oxblood shaded leather. On the three center most fingers of both hands are
various broadly banded brightly shined steel skull motif rings. Her one nod to protect herself from any cold is a
huge black leather jacket with a interior fuzzy print that matches her bra. The jackets been spiked along the
shoulders and doodles on in paint markers with a series of runes and symbols.

Adal has no idea where she was born. All she knows is she grew up in an orphanage in Hell's Kitchen, New York
until she was old enough to play the pass around the foster care system. She had good homes and bad homes
throughout her childhood and both did things and had things done to her she'd usually rather not think to hard
about. Once she started the making the required shift from girl to woman is when most of her problems
started. In more ways then one she was a big girl, never fat really but definitely well fleshed. Taller and stronger
then most boys she knew she got no end of shit for it. Then you tack on her interests, cars, engines, jets, guns,
knives, video games it doesn't take much to guess the names that kids called her. The thing is they were for the
most part right. Adal was as queer as a football bat and was to onrey and stubborn to even try to pretend
otherwise so when they started throwing named she started throwing fists. This lead to her frequent though
always short stints in Juvie where she was at least more appreciated for who she was. On her seventeenth
birthday a dream came to her where her mother revealed who she was. A somewhat minor Norse goddess by
the name of Skadi and she proceeded to explain what that all meant. This revelation inspired her to get her shit
together. She turned her interests to legitimate funnels making cash fixing cars and other machines for quick
cash and becoming a locally famous amateur 'Pro wrestler' for a time.

Adal's blood thanks to her heratige is rather strange. When stolen from her its is a dead tarry black sludge
nearly useless and definitely nauseating to those who would thieve it from her. When freely given however this
all changes Not only does her blood pulse with the vitality of her Giant cousins but it grants some of that to the
imbiber making them bigger, better, faster. There is a catch however much like some drugs her blood lower
inhibitions, and makes the mind fuzzy and with anyone but her makes the person surly and short tempered.
Also it creates a bond to Adal that makes it hard for the person who shes gifted to refuse her orders and
requests for several months after its consumption.

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