Strengths: Presea is freakishly strong and can wield a lumberjack's axe and lug large tree trunks into town after felling them, the sacred wood she regularly transports across continents and drags alone was far too heavy for Lloyd and Genus to lift let alone move. She also is incredibly good at calculating odds down to percentages. She can also channel her rage into her axe to perform the attack maneuver "Beast" which takes the form of a howling wolf that strikes the opponent. Presea is also a classic RPG Hit Point tank, her exosphere and training have made her incredibly resilient so while she will sometimes collapse after doing so if there is a moment that some force is using pain or some form of barrier to block her way, she is usually capable of muscling her way through it long enough to allow the rest of her group to proceed (The vine incident in the rescue of Colette is a good example where despite being tied up in a vine that was stronger than her she was able to muscle her way through it long enough to set up her axe and keep Lloyd’s path from being sealed before succumbing to the trap’s greater strength). Presea is also quite adept at foraging for food.

Weaknesses: Emotionally Presea goes from deadpan to in a horrible rage. While it takes a LOT to enrage her, once you've sparked her ire, she will single mindedly target the source with all her energy and fury. It also takes her a long time to calm down so if enraged in a fight she will lose all focus save for the target of her rage. Presea also can't attack someone who is unarmed and not posturing in a threatening way.

Samples

First Person: Please give me a Q&A. Presea is rather quiet and direct.

Third Person:

Morning, it was odd that how little changed despite being in such an odd place from home, how easy routines were to fall into. The sun hadn’t risen yet but she was headed out to the edge of the woods with axe in hand. While now the wood wasn’t for holy ceremonies and she wasn’t doing it to support her family, or to cover for her sick father, she had her own mind at least. Now she was doing it to pass the time, to get wood to make trinkets for the people here and to keep from getting overwhelmed by this place.

“Hrm, this axe still doesn’t feel right. Not for this.”

Letting out a breath she swung, the sound of metal to wood ringing through the early morning sending a flock of birds from the trees. Ignoring those there were a few more strikes before the tree fell and the small girl quickly pulled out a whittling knife and began removing the small branches from it, setting the larger ones in a pile and tossing the small branches to the side, occasionally looking up at the slowly rising sun.

“Hrm, a few of these will be good for a few brooches. It should be a good distraction for the week. I just wonder if anyone will want them.”

Sitting on the trunk and pulling out a small parcel of fruits and bread she looked up at the clouds before slicing the fruit up and putting a bit on the bread. Setting the food next to her as she took a smallish branch and began to whittle with it, occasionally taking a bite as the wood began to take on the form of an animal’s paw.
“At least paw pads are cute here too, though sometimes I get the feeling the animals avoid me. I wonder why that is. Well it’s probably best I get this back to the village.”
Finishing her lunch she wraps up her wood and begins dragging the trunk back home.