Before we get started

You were a captain, a powerful captain....well used to be. You retired when you watched your only and best friend die by the hands of the filthy titans. You used to be called a tiny giant, you did stand at 6'7 and your gaze could make anyone whimper and run away with their tails between their legs. But you were actually quite gentle, your voice soft and soothing. But you used to be a killing machine, always slaying those who dared stand in your way, But it all ended when you saw your best friend being eaten, you left that day, you told yourself you would never come back to that life. Until one morning you opened your door to find a Scouting Legions troop asking for your help.