Gigas

A race of non-sapient giants that were found in Lower Ozmania. With the power to grasp with the strength of five men, they use their door sized palms to grab anything it touches. Their race is a brutal, tribal race that spans most of the Gyagua Jungle region of the continent. The existence of this race and the Halfkion's, existence, along with several factions of dragons that live in certain regions, the land is known to be mostly inhospitable. In late Cull years the place was still a mire of monsters and Feyblooded from a forgotten age, as found by the kingdoms that attempted to expand their horizons into the New World. After a hundred years of attempts, most of the Gigas have been moved further inland by powerful hunters that have dared to try and cull their numbers in certain areas. 

The level of strength in these creatures is caused by magical energies that flow through them through what is considered to have been a simian race of peoples the size of 3-4 stories in height. They are powerful enough that they can burst through concrete walls, tear down lightly armored vehicles and armed with a stamina to last a good half an hour of combat. They are not afraid to die to retain their territory, and are one of the most aggressive, non-sapient tribes of the world. They are known to simply coexist with nature and have a rough understanding of commands as dictated by their alpa of their tribes, but are otherwise brutish and pack-like in nature. A cheiftain controls the pack, and two or three of his direct friends cooperate and a tribe of a score and ten of them get together to form bands of these, some larger some of lesser number.



Hyler Thainen, Ozmanian, Hunter for the State of Lightenne 
Excerpt from Radio Channel -MANN'A FM-, 103.03
However, even using kitin', biting and long-range tactics can sometimes prove ineffective! They ain' as dumb as they look! To truly provide the knock-back necessary to kill the beast before it gets ya... we're talkin', we're talkin' like a good heavy truck's worth goin' 100 nauticals per hour! Y'need a lot of kicking power. That's most black mage's entire repertoire of MP's worth in a few rounds. Takin' these things down ain' easy! We're talking highly trained professionals to kill just one if not a few of their number. Y'can have all the Protect ya want', m'guy, but you ain' got 10 fuckin' ton's wortha Protect my man! This thing breaks through steel bars, man. I'm talking some really ridicul-- Anyway, point is: y'lucky you got them Dragoons and Monks, and Rangers out there sticking your butts out for you guys!


Always thinkin' about yer safety!
-Hyler Thainen