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[center][b]Frey, Cubone, Female[/b][/center]

[center]"They can't break us if we don't let them."[/center]

[u][b]Personality:[/b][/u] Loyal, Brash, and Stubborn
[u][b]Motivation:[/b][/u] The mastery of battle.
[u][b]Biography:[/b][/u] Frey's childhood was with a poor family, but as a cubone she inherently knew her way around a blade. It was no different from how their species used to wield bones. She learned from her father's experience as well, though she knew not where his own skill came from. She didn't exactly know how to use her skills though. It was something that she hadn't been thinking about when learning it. Most of her friends grew distant because of her training as well. She lived with a Pawniard that was better than her with a blade too, that seemed to be one of the only ones still around after she felt confident enough.

Seeing her stuck with how to move forward, the Pawniard nudged the guard he worked in to acknowledge her skill and add her to their ranks. She was not as good with a blade as any of the soldiers though and stood a chance of being ousted from the job before she started.

She stressed over this, pushing her body to the limit by training with her friend. But when she wore herself out she only seemed to fall in their sparring matches, and pushing herself even harder gave her no progress. She despaired that her training had been for naught and wondered just how others could be so much faster and more skilled than her. One match when she was being beaten down and cut by her friend, he told her to rest and recover. Unwilling to give up she sought a way to put him off balance and take the lead. Her weapon was disarmed easily enough due to her fatigue, and her friend went to back her into the ground, tell her to seek other disciplines, that this wasn't for her.

As the blade came down she found boulders around her forming into a slab that was attached to her arm. She repelled his attack and pinned him to the ground with a stone shield that suddenly materialized in front of her. She wasn't sure how she did it, but she now had the advantage of a shield that she could call back to herself at will. Cubone had been close to the earth in the past, she figured that she must have tapped into that latent power in herself somehow. She still was not the best fighter in the guard, but showing off her new ability, her skill with a blade was no longer a contest to overcome. The guard was eager to have someone with potential like that and she was accepted even if she still had a lot to learn.

[u][b]Skills/Abilities:[/b][/u] She has decent expertise with a blade, but can be overcome pretty easily by any who is a true expert in it. Her skill comes more from her use of shields and lances, she has found. And she will opt to use these instead if she can. She also can form a shield or lance with enough stone in the vicinity and has very slight control of earth magic.  

[u][b]Personal Effects:[/b][/u] Her mother's helm...or skull, as most cubone wear. Her mother died in combat, and her father gave her the skull as per tradition. She also has one of her Pawniard friend's blades, though it is not the one she uses.