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Name: Ashlea Wolfe, but you'd best call her Ash or else be decked.
Age: 17
Origin: Winchell, Arunafeltz
Job&Build: Star Gladiator, quick-like-ninja!
Weapon Type: Bare handed.
Looks&PB: Ashlea is rather small and slight for a Guardian and looks younger than she is (one of her many sources of peevishness), standing at the height of 5'2". She keeps hoping she'll grow upwards a bit more, but Freya knows that's a faint hope.
Perhaps when she grows into herself she'll be pretty, but until then, she hardly fits the Feltzan standards of beauty - her colouring isn't nearly light enough, and she doesn't have any exotic loveliness to make up for the stain of shadows. Her hair, darkish green in colour, hangs slightly below her shoulders except for a few shaggy bangs, and she generally wears it unbound but for during training and practice (in which case a neat ponytail will do the trick). Her eyes are a dark, dark purple, and have a tendency to look black in the light of everything but the sun. Racked? Hardly. She has almost all the curviness of a stick.
She prefers loose and casual clothing, but will wear whatever manages to make it into her wardrobe. One takes what one gets.

Her PB is Akira Tayama of Stellvia of the Universe.

Background: The smallest runt of a passel of brats born to common grubby parents from Winchell is never expected to do much of anything during their lifetime, aside from perhaps going on to create another litter of dirt-children for Freya. Somehow, though, against the odds, Ashlea managed to get designated as a Guardian-in-training upon the time of her baptism. Not that it really changed much for what her life would have been otherwise - the only difference between her and the other children of the alleyways was that, after the age of five, she eventually began to be able to fight back when picked on. This, of course, happened often - dirt-child, fairly ugly, scrawny, and 'oooooh, special, Guardian-in-training'! And everyone knew that she'd never get picked to be an actual Guardian. There was no way! The poor lass hardly had a hope of her childhood being unscathed, and the constant teasings and whoopings took their toll - she grew up to become untrusting of humanity as a whole, constantly resenting the rather poor time she'd had of it and all those who'd ever told her that she'd never amount to anything.
She received only the most basic of education; her dead-end parents were too poor to supplement what the Church offered. It didn't really make a difference to her, in the end - books were alright, but her training exercises and more physical studies were much more interesting. Her religious training was the only thing she really took to in the realm of books - Freya was a thing too good to be true, almost certainly, but if she couldn't place trust in people, she would place it in the Goddess. Maybe, maybe, someday, She would help. Maybe?
Her prayers were eventually answered, thanks be to Freya. With the sudden abdication of three of the oracles and choosing of new ones, her largest step out of her dusty origins came - she was selected to be the moon guardian of the new wind oracle. Now, she has travelled to Rahell, and awaits (as anxiously as she ever gets; not much) the arrival of the woman she is sworn to serve.

Personality: Ash is... not the most pleasant of people you'll ever meet. In fact, she's really quite prickly, has all the social graces of a guttersnipe with the mouth of a sailor, and is home to a steaming, heaping pile of bitterness! She will stay silent most of the time and let her resentment of everyone and everything stew away quietly (and even dissipate sometimes during training), but when she does open her mouth... Well. At least the clergy has been halfways successful in weeding out certain things from her vocabulary, if not getting her to actually be polite. She is very blunt, and does not hesitate to call things out like she sees them.
Ashlea does have the capacity to be ashamed of herself and the 'unacceptable' things she does, but in the self-centered way of most Feltzans, this only leads to more lashing out at humanity with the worse she gets to be feeling. Smiles and laughter are very rare things from the guardian, and will probably stay that way for the foreseeable future.
She is only truly cares for two things: Freya, and her oracle. Both have been driven into her, somehow, by lesson after lesson. She sees Freya as the one shining thing in a world of dirt and filth, perhaps able to lift her up from it all if only she can fulfill her duty - while her oracle is the means of this salvation. Her life is theirs to do with what they will.

Likes: Training, quiet, snarking at idiots, cats of all shapes and sizes, Freya, fishy dishes, the sky.
Dislikes: Stuck-up people, stupid people, noisy people, people in general, feeling sorry for herself, too-greasy foods.
Marital Status: Single.
Family: Mother, father, and six assorted siblings of varying gender and age. She's the youngest.
Occupation: Moon Guardian of the Wind Oracle of Arunafeltz.
Home: Rahell, Arunafeltz
Language Proficiency: Basic, fluent, very very very little Feltzan.
Other: If Pottymouth counts as a language, she has that fluently, too.

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