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Name: Usoa "Otso" Abasolo
Class: Fencer -> Swashbuckler
Character Specific Skill: Daunt
Affinity:
Personal Fault: South Of Heaven, North Of Hell: When within 3 spaces of 3 enemies, -15 EVA.
Personal Skill: Surrender Your Soul: When facing Shamans and their promotions, +15 CRIT.
Personal Skill: Surrender Your Pride: If AS is lower than the enemy, +2 DMG.
/Personal Skill: Find Your Natural High: When under 50% HP, +15 HIT.

Preferred stats: SKL, SPD
 
Weapon profs: Sword (D), Hidden (D)
 
Level: 1 (0/100)
Total Level: 1
 
Progression spent: 335%/335%

HP: 20 (100%)
STR: 4 [+2] (65%)
MAG: 2 (0%)
SKL: 7 [+1] (50%)
LCK: 3 (10%)
DEF: 2 [+1] (50%)
RES: 1 (10%)
SPD: 5 (50%)
 
CON:  6(-)
AID:  5{-)
MOV:  5(-)

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Bio:
The Abasolo family of the foothills surrounding Troi are known for two things. Firstly, the legendary mercenaries supplied by the Abasolo family have served with distinction throughout the wars of Overseasland; the legendary Abasolo patriarch Itziar Abasolo served in the army of Troy Lionheart, and many other Abasolos since served as soldiers in the armies of royalty everywhere, though they were conspiciously absent during the Imperial Civil War which installed the beloved Empress Grifen onto the throne, owing to the Abasolo head of the period suffering from a long illness during the time. As a result, the Abasolos gained some land and wealth, with which they established a small estate and a small, professional army to march alongside the Abasolo heads in battle. The Abasolos have, in times of peace, been hired as masters-of-arms and weapons instructors for various noble houses. The second thing the Abasolos are known for is the reason for their fame in battle, a familial "berserker rage" passed down from generation to generation; Itziar was said to have charged through dozens of enemies, arrows sticking out of their body, skin red with rage and eyes wide with anger. The Wolf Rage of the Abasolos has rendered them dangerous combatants, and various suits of signature armor were gifted to the family by their patrons, forged in the shape of wolves. The latest suit of armor was a gift from a family to whom the previous Abasolo head, Basojaun Abasolo, was a retainer, an ornate, but functional, suit of armor with a helmet in the shape of a wolf's head. For this, the heirs to the Abasolo line were called 'Otso', or Wolf, in the local dialect.

Basojaun Abasolo was, in his youth, an excellent fighter, and his axe was put to the test throughout the conflict-ridden century; the War of Three Queens, the Belmonte Revolt and the Reich Invasion. The Abasolo clan was put to the test in battle after battle, Basojaun at the head. The Reich Invasion was particularly problematic for the Abasolo family; as the Abasolo family had branched out over the generations, raging battles between the Abasolo clan, allied branches and opposing branches were fighting on both sides of the Invasion. Eventually, the main clan was forced to retreat from the war, with much of its wealth and prestige taken apart in the Invasion. Though the estate itself remained intact, it was much diminished, and Basojaun had taken many wounds and was nowhere near the great fighter he once was. Retiring from the mercenary life, he decided instead to cultivate the estate, to return the family from the brink of death and restore it to its somewhat former glory. Such a prospect was difficult; the world was reeling from the rule of the Reich over what was now Overseasland, and Basojaun's talents were no longer in high demand as they had once been. Basojaun was forced to retreat to farming to keep the estate afloat, something at which he was moderately successful.

Into this, Usoa Abasolo was born. A sensitive young woman, Usoa was better suited to running the farm than being in the heat of battle. She was raised as a tender-hearted girl, who was always pleasant to others around her, and preferred poetry to martial pursuits, despite not being incapable with a blade, and growing with a fine physique, a product of helping the Abasolo estate with farming. Though Basojaun was always confused as to what to do with his daughter, he loved her nonetheless, and encouraged her on, though she never showed any signs of having the Wolf Rage of the Abasolo family line. Even when she was subjected to the jeering and bullying of boys who found her weird and introverted for preferring the company of books and poetry to the field and the world outside, she chose to do nothing, enduring their bullying silently and only fighting them off when they tried to hurt her. Usoa, as her childhood went on and she grew into a fine young woman, found herself torn between the two sides of herself; on one hand, she liked to write, and wrote well, with Basojaun, though confused and not quite understanding the field his daughter had chosen, completely supportive of her pursuits, encouraging his daughter to become an excellent writer. On the other hand, she grew up fully aware that the Abasolos were warriors, from all of her father's stories told to her as a child, and she felt that her father was best served by her being a warrior as he had been, becoming the next Otso and donning the helm of the wolf.

Eventually, everything came to a head. A member of one of the Abasolo branch families visited one day, a distant relative of Usoa she'd never seen nor met before that day. He had been one of the Abasolo branches who had served on the side of the Reich during the war. Basojaun and the man had a civil, but tense, relationship, with both sides seeing their sides as business. The man had decided to visit Basojaun on the Abasolo estate, to check up on him and also to meet the man's heiress, who he'd heard barely anything about. When Usoa appeared to the man, however, the man was immensely disappointed; Usoa was no warrior, like the proud Abasolo line. Dressing her down over her decisions, the man called her a disappointment to the Abasolo name, unworthy to bear the title of heir and so forth. Basojaun had overheard the discussion, and had gone over to evict his relative off of the estate after a heated discussion, but the damage had been done to Usoa, who felt as if her father, for all that he was proud of her, would have much rather have had a warrior as a child than a writer.

That night, Usoa felt she had but one choice. She donned the armor of the wolf, and set out into the world, to seek her fortune, just as Itziar Abasolo had. She packed her bags, took what supplies she could and stole away in the dead of night to avoid alerting her father. Two years have passed since that point, and Usoa has found herself no closer to an answer or feeling as if she was someone who could do her father proud, living a life as a bodyguard from principal to principal who never once knew that an Abasolo was protecting them, known for her skill with a blade and a wolf-like helm, still torn between the poetry of peace she loved and the lineage of warriors she feels compelled to continue.