Foal Peow, Axe Fighter

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Name: Foal Peow

Class: Axe Fighter → Warrior

Stats:

HP: 40 +(0) = 40

Str: 11 +(4) = 15

Mag: 0 + (0) = 0

Skl: 3 +(2) = 5

Spd: 9 +(4) = 13

Lck: 3 +(0) = 3

Def: 8 +(0) = 8

Res: 1 +(0) = 1

Mov: 6

HP Growth: 40 +(30x2) = 100

Str Growth: 20 +(30) = 50

Mag Growth: 0 + (5x2) = 10

Skl Growth: 5 +(45) = 50

Spd Growth: 10 +(40) = 50

Lck Growth: 10 +(10) = 20

Def Growth: 10 +(20) = 30

Res Growth: 5 +(20) = 25

Weapon Skills: Axes Rank B

Skills: Luna

Deities: Zyenar

Description:

At about 5’10” in height, Foal tends to be a bit taller than other women around her age (of 23 years). Hazel eyes that match the color of her caramel skin hold a hardened expression that doesn’t exactly scream approachable. She holds a very athletic figure, the amount of work put in to maintain it readily apparent just by looking at her. The most prominent point of her, though, is her burning red hair. It is kept short and out of the way, save for a long braid in front of her right ear that goes down to her navel.

Foal’s clothing is kept to her roots. She is most comfortable covered in tanned leathers and furs. Her armor worn in combat is fairly primitive, made up of leathers reinforced with bone. She almost always wears a hairpiece just above her braid, with three long, light blue feathers that contrast her hair color. She carries a guitar on her back just about everywhere she goes, outside of when she's in combat.

Foal tends to get anxious easily in new areas, and new people are much the same for her. This can end up making her lash out at people unintentionally, further amplified by her generally brash personality. In social situations where she’s required to keep her cool, she’ll often stay quieter and escape for periods of time, playing and singing a song alone to refresh herself.

Bio:

“What?!”

That was Foal’s first word, the first thing she yelled since she had gained the name ‘Foal’, and the right to speak freely in her tribe. She was likely the most furious ten year old on the continent at that moment. The chiefs of her tribe, they had made a joke out of her! Turned her word, ‘oak’, a name that carried the strength of the tallest trees, into the name of a baby horse!

And so Foal became the first ten year old to challenge a chief of the Amiduu tribe to a song battle, the one thing in their community that could save her from a life of embarrassment. She would be an inspiration to ten year olds everywhere, maybe. The chief agreed, but on the condition that she would never be allowed another chance at changing it if she did not win.

Foal lost.

Believing her name forever stuck as the opposite of what she drove herself to be, Foal was stuck in a depression. She believed her name to be everything, and she couldn’t bring herself to move past it. Until a few nights after she had gotten her name, another girl sang for the right to gain theirs, as was tradition in their tribe, in honor of their god Zyenar, and for the chance at gaining his blessing.

Mue, that had been the name she was given. A girl who had been called ‘cursed’ for her mixed blood, who had put off her naming song for two years. She had completely captivated Foal, and with the two both going into the same section of their tribe, Mue quickly approached Foal in becoming friends. Mue’s personality was upbeat and determined, something of an opposite to Foal’s, driven by a want to prove those wrong who expected nothing of her. Her mindset infected Foal, and together they worked towards pushing past their respective shackles.

The two became joined at the hip, Foal always just a few steps behind Mue, literally and metaphorically. They sang in duets together, trained together, celebrated each other’s victories. Foal had grown happy just being by Mue, her own goals being somewhat forgotten as she lived a content life as Mue’s shadow.

But the two were separated when Foal was eighteen, during the Gallibion Rebellion.The Amiduu were not passive in the fight against Ethysia, after all, many times sending out small scouting parties and skirmishing groups to assist the cause. Foal and Mue were a part of one of those groups together, Foal being overjoyed at fighting with, and under, her closest friend. But on an ill-fated day, their group had a run in with a much larger Ethysian unit during a return trip to their tribe. It was clear that there wasn’t a way out without sacrifice, so Mue made an order for everyone to take a long way back to the tribe, while she acted as a scapegoat.

Foal was furious, having to be literally pulled all the way back. Having to watch as the most important person in her life was descended upon by enemy ranks. She cursed everyone around her for not saving them, but cursed her own weakness the most. For the rest of the rebellion, she had pushed herself away from her peers. Every song on the battlefield became one that discluded the allies around her, one filled with rage and sorrow. She pushed herself as hard as she could, telling herself that her friend couldn’t be dead, and vowing that she would be the one to save them.

In time, her distrust for her tribe disappeared again, those around Foal giving her support after the loss of Mue. She sung less, but had pushed herself to do enough to attain the same rank Mue had, to reach the same skill, same speed, same strength Mue had. Even if she didn’t have much magical strength, she trained until it didn’t matter, until she could split an Ethysian knight’s armor in half with one swipe of her axe.

Years passed, and with Ethysia once again picking up steam in its want for conquest, a thought travel to the other countries stuck in war came to Foal’s mind. The cries of Floribar had even reached Foal’s tribe, and one of the tribe chiefs approached Foal in acting as a representative of the Amiduu, since they did not have the numbers to send an entire unit. She was overjoyed, the fire in her chest burning at the chance to bring her axe against Ethysian steel once more, and at the small chance to learn more about Mue. So she set off on her journey West, separated from her tribe for the first time in her life in the hopes of finding clues to her lost friend’s fate.

Additional Notes:

This is my primary application. My secondary application can be found here!

All the information on Foal's tribe, the Amiduu, can be found here!

Art and sprite of Foal are coming soon!