Clara

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People see the shining golden armor and the heavy spear I carry and assume I must be an unyielding, fierce warrior of Inamorta. But beneath all that heavy metal beats a heart that just wants to keep everyone safe. As a Golden Spearton, my place is at the very front of the formation, taking the hits so my friends never have to. Marching out onto the battlefield can sometimes feel overwhelming, but the moment I plant my spear and raise my shield to form a barrier around my comrades, all my fear melts away. I might be clad in gleaming gold, but inside, I'm just a walking softie who would rather wrap her arms around her friends in a giant hug than ever raise her spear in anger.