Even when I was a kid, I was always bigger than the people around me. Growing up my family said it was a good thing. My sisters would always climb over me or ask for a ride on my shoulders. My Dad would just say the Arc genes in me were working overtime. Thankfully the only person who treated me somewhat normally was my Mom. That no matter what I'd always be her little boy.

In school my height always led to awkward situations. My classmates thought I was older than I was. That I was either held back a couple years or that I was a secret teacher that was instated to watch them. Meeting my teachers, the first time or new faculty always led them to believe I was a coworker. It wasn't my fault! The student uniform didn't fit me so I had to use a teacher's uniform. No matter where I went, I heard people whispering about me. I felt like an outcast.

It wasn't all bad though. In school I'd always get picked first in PE. Even though I never truly tried I was still way ahead of peers physically. No matter the sport I excelled at it. Whether it was basketball or football. Whatever team I was on was pretty much guaranteed to win. I was pretty much a cheat and everyone knew it. It wasn't like the coach could ban me from taking part.

Back at home it made huntsman training fun. Running for miles on end was pretty easy with long legs. Lifting weights was almost comically easy. Even though my Dad was a good deal older than me, we'd go toe to toe. Sparing came to me like to me like second nature. Whoever stood against me I could charge ahead and just overwhelm them. It didn't always work but against people my age it did. It was hilarious! Their eyes would go wide and they'd either have to run or try to hold their ground.

Training got easier and harder as I got older though. There weren't many people my age that could hold their own, so Dad would ask other huntsman to spar against me. 9/10 I'd get my butt kicked pretty badly but I always improved. In one fight Dad had me fight a small huntress. Now regardless of the size difference I didn't underestimate my opponent. Even though she only came up to my waist she bent me like a pretzel. It didn't help the matter when Dad recorded and was laughing the entire time! The huntress thankfully put my Dad in his place too. Not so funny when it's happening to you old man!

I learned a lot from all the experienced opponents I fought. Dad said there were probably only a few people my age that would give me a hard time. And I believed him. Every fight I lost I learned something new. I still couldn't beat a seasoned hunter but I wasn't someone they could easily crush anymore. Most them never fought someone my size before. They couldn't just use their normal style against me. They'd have to improvise and make new plans to deal with me. One hunter said it was like fighting a giant. His normal style was pretty simple but efficient. But against me it wouldn't get him anywhere. I was able to shrug off most of his attacks no problem. And he couldn't just tire me out either. It led to him just encasing me in ice dust and putting his gun against my head and blade to my throat.

After freeing me from my ice prison we laughed it off. But let me tell you ice is really really cold! I had the cold for a week after! Once I got better Dad asked me why I lost. To me it was simple it came down to the experience gap. After hitting my head, he told yes but it wasn't only that. If I couldn't out move my opponent than I'd always lose. It wasn't as simple as charging ahead and pressuring. I had to out think them too. So, I trained harder and updated my gear. Crocea Mors was great but in this day in age it wasn't enough. I needed more than just a sword and shield.

Dad took me to a popular weapon smith and between the three of us came up a solution. Crocea Mors got an upgrade. From a short sword and shield to a bastard sword when combined with the shield became a double-sided battle-axe. And we put a gun in it too! Becoming a bastard sword, battle-axe, and a semi automatic rifle too! Being able to fire 20 rounds before needing to be reloaded. We also updated my outfit too. Dad said no son of his was going to be a hunter that wore a bunny hoodie. What did he know! It took 100 raffle tickets to get this limited-edition Pumpkin Pete hoodie thank you very much!

Saying goodbye to the hoodie was hard but I knew Dad was right. No huntsman worth his salt would wear it. Being a hunter was more than just slaying grimm. We had to inspire the people, to become a symbol. And as much as I loved that hoodie having a bunny mascot on the front was only gonna get me laughed at.

Now wearing a white hunters coat with a fur lined collar and hood. A rather tight navy shirt tucked into black and white camo pants. No longer wearing my left and right sneakers instead black combat boots. With the size of aura Dad said I wouldn't need armor but pretty much insisted on it. Regardless of how much aura I had it still could be broken and extra protection never hurt anybody. With an almost full white with gold accents knight armor, I had the extra protection. Leaving gaps so I still had full mobility I looked like I was ready for war.

Dad now said I was ready to fight the grimm. We went on hunts together now. Facing all sorts so that I had as much experience I could. I fought Beowolves, Ursas, Creeps, Deathstalkers, and many more. I always had Dad nearby to pull me out of the fire if I got in over my head. My Mom wasn't that happy about me going on hunts but she saw the purpose behind it. Better me fight them now with Dad and live versus fight them later and possibly die.

My family was always close. Dad and Mom giving us a nearly perfect childhood. Supporting my siblings and I dreams, no matter what they were. It wasn't only training I did either. Mom pretty much demanded I had other hobbies outside of training and sports. Dance lessons with my sisters, cooking and baking with her. Dad and I took guitar lessons and would go on camping trips. Learning how to survive on the land. It counted as hunter training but it was Father Son bonding too.

Now it was time I enrolled to a hunters school. I missed primary school but having Dad take me as an apprentice counted and to me was worth more. The Arc family came from a long line of hunters. But I had to leave. To become a real huntsman with a license I needed to graduate from an academy. It was no contest of which one I wanted to go to. Beacon Academy. The best hunters school in Remnant. Having more professional hunters than any other school. My father went and said it was some of the best years of his life. Having the best teachers and resources too.

Saying goodbye to family was the hardest thing I had ever done before. None of them wanted me to leave. None of them wanted me to die. But they understood it was my dream. And it wasn't like I wasn't prepared either. I was ready. I had trained all my life for this. With a tearful goodbye and a promise to call as much as I could, I left my small town for the first time in my life. And now my story started. On a bullhead headed to Vale and from there Beacon. I couldn't have been more excited.

Hello and welcome to Jaune the Friendly Giant. Now I have no clue what I'm doing or how far this story goes. Now how tall is Jaune? Good question I haven't decided. Now in canon Jaune is already tall but here at the minimum he will be taller than Cardin. So, that leaves him 6'5 and up. I always liked the idea of Jaune being more a badass and him being a giant makes it funny. I read a story of JaunexElm, yes it was smut but I liked the idea of Jaune really being a powerhouse. And now here we are and I have a question for you guys.

Which cast members should he run into first? I am leaving it to you guys.

1) Ruby and Yang

2) Ren and Nora

3) Pyrrha

Next question some people love the idea and him being a ladies' man so what do you guys want? I personally really like him with Yang but I like him and Weiss too. So again, what do you guys want to see?

1) Everybody

2) RWBY

3) JNPR

4) Send a specific person

And with that I shall wait like a week and see what you guys want and choose the most popular one or the one I like the most. Later