The Giff are powerfully muscled, 3 meter tall, mercenaries, they have stocky, flat, cylindrical legs, barrel-shaped torsos, broad chests, humanoid arms and fingers, and heads like those of a hippopotamus. Giff skin is black, gray, or gold, and often covered with brightly colored tattoos. They weigh about 45 stones. The Giff live structured, organized lives centered on their obligations in a race-wide chain of command. They are proud of their strength and skill as warriors, and view all of life as pursuit of glory and rank. Their pride in their own strength makes them nervous around truly strong creatures (like giants), but they view most humans and demihumans as too fragile. Giff enjoy fighting. They will brawl for the sheer fun of it, battling all comers in a friendly test of strength, granting quarter to any who ask it. Giff view weapons as a sign that the battle is serious, however, and will fight to the death against anyone who draws a weapon on them.
Giff have wandered the spaceways for so long that they no longer know where their own homeworld is. They tell stories of a jungle world where weapon caches lie beneath every tree, and smoke powder flows like the milk and honey of some humans’ vision of paradise.
Giff platoons (the major form of societal organization) serve other spacefaring races and are a common sight in Wildspace They wander from sphere to sphere, fighting in battles and conquering their employer’s enemies, but they are at the mercy of their employers, as the Giff cannot operate spelljamming helms.
The Giff are widely traveled among the spacefaring peoples, avoiding only the Neogi and the beholders. As mercenaries, they have found it useful to learn the languages of their employers. By nature, Giff are nonmagical and never use magical or clerical spells. In fact, their nature is so non-magical that they cannot use spelljamming helms; even the series helms of the mind flayers have no effect on them. As might be easily understood, this propensity for magical failure has caused the Giff to be deeply suspicious of magic and magical devices.
Giff use weapons of any sort, and have large collections of various implements of destruction. An unarmed Giff is equally dangerous and can head-butt for serious damage. Giff often are surprised at the harm they inflict on demihumans and humans. A Giff head-butt that can kill an unprepared human is a gentle tap when giff play among themselves.
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Most Giff wear olive green military uniforms when on duty and white dress uniforms at formal occasions. When off duty they tend to wear tan, cargo pants and tan, button-down shirts.