Your name is Felix Highborn. You have come from your royal family to prove you are more than a prince with a passion for dueling. You wanted to become a warrior, not a member of royalty. Standing at an impressive 8' 3", your albeit skinny figure is nothing to scoff at. You have towered over everyone in your secluded life for years now, though that may change in the arena.
While you have always been proud of your height, your feet are a different story. Even as a rabbit as tall as you are, they are bigger than usual. Being over 18" long, you haven't worn footwear since you were 11. This makes them a target for adversaries for both their weapons and insults. Since you are still insecure about them, you can only hope they will somehow be ignored.
You have come wearing an armor set made of leather covering your legs, torso, and arms. You can't get armor for your feet if you wanted, and you didn't bother with a helm. You always found them not very helpful and uncomfortable. Your weapon of choice was long-hilted axe made for executioners to sever heads. Impractical for most to use as a battle armament, you instead could use it since its length was appropriate for your height to wield, and its lighter weight meant your skinny body could swing it without excessive exertion. You also were given a potion from your kingdom's apothecary to use in emergencies. However, you weren't told what it would do other than 'help'.
As you finish looking in the mirror, you say to yourself,
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