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PKMN-SC: Atarah (Retired)

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Name: Atarah
Age: 35
Height: 5'2 // 158cm
Species: Chandelure
Gender: Female
Orientation: yes
Class: Dark Mage
Kingdom/Affiliation: Dutarus
Total Experience: 1000
Level: 11
Hold Item: Spell Tag
Moveset:
    Flamethrower - A terrifying stream of flames, able to melt through metal. Has a small chance of inflicting a nasty burn.
    Energy Ball - Drawing power from nature, Atarah releases a ball of energy at her opponent. May reduce the opponent's resistance to magic.
    Shadow Ball - Atarah hurls a shadowy orb at her opponent. May reduce the opponent's resistance to magic.
    Psychic - Using a strong telekinetic force, Atarah attacks her opponent. May reduce the opponent's resistance to magic.
Ability:
    Infiltrator - Atarah is able to attack through barriers and substitutes with ease.
Nature: Calm
Characteristic: Thoroughly cunning
Weapon Rank: Tome - C rank
Skills: Hex
Stats:

Attack: 5
Defense: 7
Magic Attack: 14
Resistance: 7
Luck: 6
Skill: 16
Speed: 13

Inventory: 
    Thunder Tome (10 uses left)
    Ruin (Not in use)
    Spell Tag
    A satchel with several vulneraries
    A journal
    Four lanterns

Personality: + Level-headed | + Vivacious | + Hearty | = Sentimental | = Outspoken | - Melancholic | - Obsessive | - Stubborn

Whether it be in battle or every day life, Atarah can keep a level head.
Despite all that has happened, Atarah remains a lively woman.
She is very affectionate, and will happily welcome anyone in to her company.
It is not uncommon to find Atarah spacing out, and when she is you can bet that she is thinking of the past.
Atarah is never afraid to speak her mind, consequences be damned.
Haunted by failing her family, Atarah is often mourning the loss of her loved ones. It's almost always on her mind.
If there is something that she believes has to get done, then she will do it no matter the cost.
Once her mind is set, good luck making her think or do otherwise.

History:
    Atarah was raised in a strange little abbey run by ghost type clerics. She was raised to be one, just as the others around her. The convent was humble in every sense, being small and remote in the far reaches of the Dutarus kingdom. The clerics there were self sufficient as a community, and for the most part, remained in complete solitude. The only times Atarah and the others would see others would be when travelers needed a place to stay. The abbey welcomed visitors from anywhere, as long as they remained respectful to those who lived within the walls.
    Though she had no parents to call her own, the sisters were all the family the young girl needed. She was given an education and learned many useful skills as she grew older. Most surprisingly, Atarah excelled at the basic magic that the sisters would practice in case -gods forbid- someone were to attack their home. She thoroughly enjoyed trying out various tomes, the abbey's library was stocked full of them, and they were barely touched at that. Her youth was spent with her nose in a book, preferring to read instead of interact much with the sisters. She loved them, but she would often butt heads with them due to her having questioning views. After all, what reasons did she have to follow the ways of the gods asides from simply being told to?
    Her inquisitive nature got the better of her as she reached her young adulthood. At the age of 21, a group on injured soldiers graciously were being taken care of by the convent. There, she met a young spiritomb with a fiery passion and quick wit. Atarah was instantly enamoured with the man. His name was Jerahmeel, and to Atarah, the man knew the world and beyond. He would tell her stories of his travels and of his home. Jerahmeel came from a wealthy family from the center of Dutarus, and they owned the largest current collection of books in all of the kingdom(or so they boasted). The two would talk of literature, myths, and the arts of magic for many long hours. It did not take long for everyone around to see they were in love.
    But the soldiers would need to leave eventually, and as their health greatly improved, the day seemed to come closer and closer. Atarah had not-so-secretly packed a bag, waiting to leave with her love. Though the sister's opposed it, they knew they could not keep the young girl here forever. The curious glint in her eyes had never dulled, and Atarah sure seemed as if she may fare better elsewhere. The head abbess allowed her to go, and gave her more supplies to take with. With a promise to come back some day, Atarah left with the soldiers to go back to the capital. The group was thankful for a good healer and budding mage to join them, and that was not even mentioning how she was truly a sight for sore eyes.
    Atarah happily traveled with the band of soldiers, aiding them however she could. Every passing day, her and Jerahmeel seemed to be falling deeper and deeper into love. The group made it to the capital with little trouble, and Jerahmeel was quick to invite Atarah to stay with his family. He still did have work to do as a soldier, after all. With little reluctance, Atarah agreed. Her only woes came from not being able to spend every waking moment with her love. When he went back to work, Atarah began to read as many books as she could from Jerahmeel's family library. Jerahmeel's parents certainly did like the girl, she was a cunning one that could keep their son on his toes.
    On a beautiful fall day when Jerahmeel was off-duty, the two went for a walk. It was that day that he proposed with a dusk stone ring. With tears in her eyes, she accepted it and evolved. The two young lovers wasted no time preparing for their wedding, decided it should be after Jerahmeel's final year in service was over. A year passed much too slowly for the two, but when the time came they wed. It did not take much longer for Atarah to be pregnant with her first child. She was 21 when she gave birth to Emet, her eldest child. And after that came Tobi, Asaiah, and Sara'el. As the eldest of his own family, Jerahmeel became the head of his house while his younger siblings moved out. Atarah, with the help of Jerahmeel's mother, raised their four kids while Jerahmeel worked long days with his own father in their library.
    Certainly for her own children, growing up was a happy time. They faced little hardship, and each and everyone of of their kids seemed to inherit the ever-present curiosity and inquisitive nature. Life was good and fair to all of them, and never once did Jerahmeel and Atarah's love fade. Simply out of curiosity, Atarah began to read more on dark magic. Being considered a mage herself, she was curious as to what the dark arts could do. She quickly became horrified, however, and hid the few books she had acquired in the depths of the library, hoping to forget them.
    And she was successful for quite a while. It was until a simple illness struck the kingdom. Living in such a highly populated area, it was common. But never had it effected her family until now. First was little Sara'el, and the closest in age, Asaiah, was next. The two were ill, and Atarah was desperately caring for her children. Atarah was devastated. No matter what she did, her children's conditions were not getting any better. Jerahmeel began to stay home more to help, but to no avail. When Jerahmeel began to show symptoms of what her youngest children had caught, Atarah was at a loss. None of the knowledge of healing she had from growing up in the abbey was helping, and the healers around were much to busy to help. Sara'el was the first to pass, and Asaiah came shortly after. Atarah helplessly watched her once strong husband wither away into nothing before he passed. All that was left was Atarah, Emet, Tobi, and Jerahmeel's aging parents. Later that same year, Atarah's father in law passed from old age.
    It was then that Atarah remembered the books she had stored away. Once again she picked up the ancient tomes that told of the dark arts. Desperately, the grieving mother looked for ways to bring back her family. It became her obsession, and Jerahmeel's mother ended up taking care of her children more often then she. Atarah had found what she was looking for after many months of searching. A spell that supposedly let you speak with those who had passed. She tried it and failed. More searching followed. Two years after the passing of her two youngest and her husband, Atarah found something else. At this point, she had lost much of herself to grief and obsession. The new spell she had found supposedly could bring the dead back to life, but at a price. Around the time she had found this, another nasty plague had swept across Dutarus. Atarah had barely noticed when little Tobi and her step mother had fallen ill.
    On a night close to the time she would be attempting the spell, Atarah was awoken in the middle of the night by Emet. The boy looked at his mother with sad eyes and said, "Mother, Tobi and Grandma won't wake up." Atarah shot up out of bed, and the two went into the living room to find that yes, they had passed. Once again Atarah's world fell apart. They had a small funeral for the two. The place that Atarah had called home for so long felt so empty and cold. She had barely even noticed when Emit ran away from home as she prepped for the spell. The time came for her to attempt it, a blood moon. The widow stood around her husband and children's graves, slowly but surely making progress with the ritual the spell called for. As the moon loomed over her figure, things began to happen. Four little lights formed around her. They were weak but there. She immediately knew it was her family. Fighting back sobs, Atarah continued. Slowly, the lights grew brighter. Then suddenly..... FLASH. The area around her lit up, her world became completely white. Her figure crumpled to the ground weakly as Atarah rubbed at her eyes. Everything felt so heavy. Was she being crushed? Was this death embracing her? Would Emet come back and forgive her? These questions raced through her mind as her consciousness melted into the white around her.
    When she awoke, the world was a murky gray. Atarah rubbed at her eyes, but nothing changed. She felt the warmth of the morning sun, but could see nothing. Her vision was gone- and that was one of few things she felt were off. Gently, she touched her hands together and felt up her arms. That did not feel right at all. Even the flame atop her head felt different. It felt... As if it was stronger. Feeling defeated, Atarah crawled around the ground to gather the things she brought. Her way home was no easy task, either. But she was thankful for her memory of the layout, and once inside Atarah was able to take care of herself. She fell asleep in an arm chair very early -at least she believes it were early- and dreamt strange dreams of her family asking her to be decent and sleep in her bed.
    The next day felt as strange as her dream from the night before. She would keep hearing the voices of her family, and as strange as it was it made her happy. Atarah was no longer alone. Days passed before everything made sense. She WAS in fact, hearing the voices of her family. The spell had resurrected their spirits, or at least that is how she reasoned them to be. Slowly, the world around her became clear again, but in an odd way. No longer did she see with her eyes, but with the flame atop her head. And even then, the view would sometimes not quite be from there. One day after she particularly felt strong, the flames on her head divided. Around her floated four flames, not counting her own. Atarah was quick to figure out that it was the souls of her family, and that she had been seeing from their perspective. This strange knew way of life became comforting.
    Atarah contacted Jerahmeel's siblings and invited them to take over the family business and the home she had liven in(which she had been neglecting for quite a while now). She told them that she would be going off to join the army, having nothing much else to do anymore. Jerahmeel's youngest brother stepped up and took over, letting Atarah leave and do as she pleased. The women set off to join the army, maybe then she could be useful to someone again, and with any luck perhaps some day she could find Emet again.

Relationships:

N/A

Extras:
    - The age of her family before passing: her husband(32), Tobi(11), Asaiah(6), and Sara'el(4). Atarah is a year younger then Jerahmeel and Emet is older then Tobi by 2 years, for reference's sake.
    - She's always been known for being beautiful, and is not shy when it comes to compliments.
    - Was never really one for religion, despite being raised in an abbey.
    - Went blind while trying to resurrect her dead family. She now sees thanks to the flames surrounding her.
    - Having had four children, it's not hard for her motherly instincts to kick in. Who cares if you're 3 years older then her, she's your new mom.
    - Hopes that maybe someday she could settle down and have another kid.
    - Not entirely a fan of the revealing outfit that dark mages tend to wear, but she knows how to work it anyways.
    - Will gladly patch someone up and kiss their boo-boos.
    - Her flame does not need to be going 24/7, when she sleeps it is not lit up.
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Fansyboots's avatar
How come she did not get sick like everyone else did?