Jack the Giantkiller

Jack the Giantkiller. Jack, in fact, of the Beanstalk. Of the Lantern. Jack of Tales. And more.

Jack was born a very long time ago, in what is now Cornwall, during the time of the original King Arthur, mid 5th century CE. He grew up poor, but made a name for himself (and his first fortune) trading a cow for magic beans. The magic beans grew a beanstalk that reached the clouds, which he then went up. After several rounds of theft, he ended up cutting down the stalk to save himself and killing the giant. After that, he kind of made killing monsters (especially giants) his whole job, and got famous for it, even getting knighted by Arthur and made a companion of the original Round Table. He had a magic sword (sharp as anything), a magic cap that helped him remember things, a coat that turned him invisible, and the original boots of speed. The golden harp, he lost, and the goose, and the rest. He never could hold onto money.

It wasn’t all roses though. Jack made a lot of enemies. A lot. One too many times, he killed or stole. One too many times, he tricked the Devil. So he’s banned from Heaven, banned from Hell. He tends to leave the Lantern he carved from a turnip at home, since the light of Hell’s coal in it tends to get him lost between worlds.

Now, he plays the hero once again, alongside the new Round Table, trying to feel alive, covering his ennui and grief and guilt with quips and sarcasm. He and the Heretic get along really well, which isn’t really surprising given their shared irreverance of, well, everything.

If Modi and Foxfire hate anyone as much as they hate the Aesir, it’s Jack. He’s killed more giants than anyone but a God.

And the literal Devil, maybe several devils, hate Jack with a burning passion, for all the times he’s caught them in a magic sack, or beat them at some game.

Lastly, and this may be minor, comparatively: Jack relies on his Cap of Knowledge, maybe too much. He never bothered to actually learn any languages other than his native Cornish tongue, so if he loses the cap, he can’t communicate easily.

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