The Clown said:
I have heard a glimmer of a whisper that 3W is hastening to our cause.
It looks like the reflection of an echo of the glimmer of a whisper held glint from a shard of a kernel of Truth
To be precise, "3W arises to come heed you call, oh Clown!"
Names: The very earth has been named a hundred times, and it's master goes by as many names. The Jotun, Old Hill Bones, Earthfather, the King under the Moutain. Some just call him The Land.
Element: Earth
Realm: When he sleeps, he is one with the mountains. When he wakes, it is as if the hills themselves are rising against his foes. He carries his realm with him.
Physical form: The Jotun resembles one the race of Man, but only vaguely. His form has a head of sorts, and four limbs, walking upright on two of them, but there the similarity ends. For this is man made on a truly geographic scale, whose height is measured on miles and whose strength would registers on the Richter Scale
Fighting Style/Powers: Slow, but nigh unstoppable. Some mistake lack of speed for lack of intellect, but this is usually because The king under the Mountain sees most things as merely passing. His mind is like sharp and glittering diamond, but he is patient and would rather simply wait around and outlive his foes.
When he does fight on a divine scale, he operates almost on a basis of attrition. Fully expecting most foes to simply avoid his attacks, he just keeps attacking; there's only so long you can dodge for, and even if you do manage an attack, how do you kill the hills?
The Earthfather's preferred method is simply to wear his foes down, but that doesn't mean his aggressive comparabilities are limited. His fists weigh tons, and move with surprising speed, and he is capable of causing landlsides, mudlsides, earthquakes and, when truly enraged, volcanoes.
Bio: The Land has slept long, for all it desires is to be one with the world and to allow it's dreams to fill the whole world with life. But even as it sleeps, it can feels it's old rivals moving against it, and it knows he must do battle with them before the destroy all that it loves.
And so the very mountains march, as Old Hill Bones rises to meet this threat to his dreams.
I know he's infeasibly huge but he kinda supposed to be a Colossus among Colossi