Na'shara Atoel

「 ✦ Come throw your heart into the waves ✦ 」

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  name.    Na'shara Atoel
  age.    22 [ARR] > 27 [DT]
  race.    Rava Viera
  birthday.     14th Sun of the 1st Umbral Moon [2/13]
  astrological sign / guarding deity.     Llymlaen, the Navigator
  gender.     Female
  pronouns.     She/Her
  sexuality.     Demisexual
  height.     6 fulms 1 ilm
  weight.     148 ponze
  hair color.     Dark purple with lavender highlights
  eye color.     Brown right eye, silver left eye.
  skin tone.     Mocha
  notable features.     Pale white tribal tattoos across her cheeks/under eyes
  job occupation.    DNC | WAR
  place of origin | home | affiliation.    Golmore Jungle | Limsa Lominsa | Scions of the Seventh Dawn
  family.     Baderon Tenfingers [Adoptive Father]
  marital status.     Married to Y'ama Godo [Seeker of the Sun Mi'qote]

  d&d alignment.      Chaotic Good
  mbti.     ESFJ-T
  likes.     The ocean, ships, expensive fabrics, meals with poultry.
  dislikes.     Gridania, elitists, most nobles, snow, melons.
  strengths.     Beauty. When I perform, I make the world better than it was. (Good)
  weaknesses.     I'm a sucker for a pretty face.  personality.     She was once a bright eyed, glass half full kind of gal. Always willing to lend a hand to any in need, to see the good in others and put her neck out for anyone that asked. People were innocent until proven otherwise. She had a fierce loyalty to others that bordered on blind faith in the beginning. As she traversed through the expansions she slowly began to see the evil in others and how that blind faith could be her downfall. This turned her once outgoing personality into a pessimistic and cautious shell of herself for a long time.As of now, she has found a mellow medium. She isn't as naïve as before and is slow to trust others but still willing to people a chance. Stubborn as a bull, Na'shara will need major convincing to join a major cause again or to change her mind about things. But she is still willing to protect those she holds dear and anyone she deems worthy of her help. She still retains her faith in others though much smaller than before. Just a tired soul whose been shown the evils of this world and fighting to still see the good in those around her.

There wasn’t much of her life before Limsa Lominsa that she could remember now. Sometimes, on dreadful nights when nightmares plagued her already haunted mind, she could get back fractions. Rushing green canopy. Screaming. Clanking armor. An ocean breeze. XNa'shara greatly enjoyed her life living in Limsa Lominsa as a Dancer and helping around the Drowning Wench, although it was a rough start. She wasn't a very verbal or expressive child until she discovered her passion for music and dance when she was first allowed in her early teenage years to board a pirate ship that had docked, friends of Baderon coming for a visit. Their silly dances and jovial spirits are what brought her out of her mute shell. It was the first time Baderon had seen her laugh and smile in a long time.From there it was like she was like a new person. She put on small-scale performances at the tavern, growing into a more confident woman as she began performing in the lower docks and dinner shows. She was thrilled by the stories the pirates and travelers told of their adventures, constructing dances from their influences. She would occasionally travel across La Noscea but inevitably decided to stay living and continue to perform in Limsa...

Na'shara was on one of her excursions around La Noscea when she was struck with a wave of nausea and had visions of something that was to come. A figure wrapped in a black robe shrouded in darkness, threatening the foundation of life itself. It was by meeting Y'shtola right after this vision that she was recruited into the Scions of the Seventh Dawn. Worried about her home and never one to turn down others in need, Na'shara joined the fray believing in their cause wholeheartedly. She enjoyed the sense of community while being away from the rowdy rabble of the port. One such companion was Yama Godo, a fellow Warrior of Light miqo'te. Their friendship grew as they spared, fought off the Primals and Garleans, and worked to keep their homes and loved ones safe.However, she never realized that each new threat to Eorzea would take her further and further from home. Seeing so much suffering at the hands of the Garleans and the Ascians began to weigh heavily and diminish her dancing spirit as she grew more and more homesick. It all came crashing down when they were invited to a dinner with the Sultana, framed for poisoning her, and driven away from everything she knew and loved...

The events of the Bloody Banquet and essentially being exiled from her homeland was a deeply traumatizing experience for the young woman. Being in her early 20s and having little of her support system aside from Tatatru and Alphinaud drove Na'shara into a deep depression. And she would have succumbed to it had the two not been kidnapped by the Holy See. That coupled with her new friends of Ishguard helped revitalize the spark she needed to get back on her feet. She worked overtime to prove herself worthy of their hospitality, often to the detriment of her health. But it was all going to be worth it, she told herself. She, Y'ama, and her friends could help prevent another tragedy.And yet for all her hard work, she could not save everyone as she had so desperately wanted. The loss of Haurchefant and Ysayle cut her to her core. They were her biggest inspirations and motivations to keep moving forward but in the end, she could not save them, the ones who truly deserved to see the fruits of their labor themselves.Na'shara pushed through to the end, defeating the primal King Thordan in their names though she did not come out unscathed. Though there were no physical ailments, her distrust for authority only grew as well as her hatred for The Twelve. This had rattled her faith in Hydalelyn, secretly harboring hatred for the deity and those of The Twelve. She no longer prayed to them for how could they let their children suffer so much without lifting a finger to aid them? Why did only a few get to be "Her Chosen" while the rest were made to suffer at the hands of tyrants and greed in humanity spreading like a disease?

Na'shara's bitterness towards the hand fate had dealt her grew during this time, masked just enough to be written off as stress from searching for their lost colleagues. Although many had returned, far more had been lost since the beginning of her Scion journey and it was getting to be too much. For all that she had gone through, she felt more like the Scion's attack dog than their equal. Her 'blessing' was the only reason she was there, she knew that, and she was sure they knew it as well. Better to keep the world's most powerful warrior under their thumb to do the real heavy lifting while they all ran off to have meetings or espionage or whatever excuse was given to not fight the monsters thrown at her. Their travels took them farther than she had ever been away from home, to the Far East. While she wasn't the biggest fan of Lyse, she could at least put her emotions aside for the goal of liberating more people from the tyranny of the Garleans.Things would come to a breaking point, however, when their encounter with Zenos yae Galvus shattered her entirely. During that fight while barely staying alive, Krile had mouthed off for the last time, sending her into a state of rage she had never allowed herself to tap into. Y'ama had to hold back the enraged Viera from beating the Lalafel to a pulp though wasn't fast enough to stop the first few punches. Na'shara abruptly quit the Scions and returned home determined to show them just how far they could all get without her. And her plan would have worked had Y'ama not come to console her. He'd convinced her to come back and see it through for Haurchefant and Ysayle's sake. She begrudgingly returned, met with deep apologies from all, though she and Krile remained tense and distant.The plan to liberate both Doma and Ala Mhigo was a success though rumors of the Garlean prince rising from the dead unsettled her. Not long after while in recovery from it all, the Scons began to collapse, their souls being called away by an unknown figure, leaving her, Y'ama, Krile, and Tataru scrambling for a way to journey into The First...

Being in The First felt like she was in a home away from home. The Crystarium felt so familiar yet she knew she had never stepped foot there. But it was going to Fanow that was truly eye-opening for her. Viera were rare in Eorzea and having never been able to find her birth family, Na'shara truly had no sense of identity for being a Viera. Spending as much time as she possibly could, she learned all she could about the tribe, their culture, and becoming integrated into their way of living. For once in her life she truly felt like a Viera and could speak with those who looked and acted just as she did. It was this connection that eased away her pains and homesickness, rebuilding her sense of self as she made a promise to keep The First safe from the Ascians - if only for the sake of saving Fanow.Though as much as she hated the Ascians, she felt the oddest pull towards Emet Selch. She couldn't understand it at first. He was evil, wanting to wipe out everything she knew and loved to restore some fantasy of his. So why did she feel so connected to him? Why did his 'soul' feel so familiar? Why was there...longing? Slowly the pieces began to fall into place - a world that once was, Hydaelyn and Zodiark being the original Primals, and a vague understanding of what happened to the souls in the Final Days. It confused and scared her to learn what she might have been.As she killed more and more Lighwardens, the building aether had begun to take its toll on her body. She could feel her soul changing. In their final duel with Emet, he pushed her to the point of her body nearly breaking down and changing into a Sin Eater. She could feel her very essence screaming out in pain as it fought against it, leaving lasting effects on both her body and psyche.With his dying breath, Emet had pleaded for her to remember them and uttered a singular name as he dissipated into the aetherial sea, sending a flood of fragmented memories that assaulted her, out of sync and of varying times of a past life of someone who vaguely looked like her. The onslaught of memories overran her until she collapsed, waking in the Crystarium's inn. Slowly but surely she helps to restore peace to The First after the defeat of Elidibus though forever changed. Even after returning home, she labored to learn more and more of the past self she had witnessed."For yours is the Fourteenth seat - the seat of Azem..."

Her return from The First did not come without scars. After the light pollution that Uriange and the Exarch had put her through, Na'shara went 55% blind in her left eye turning it from her once honey brown to a pale silver, and struggled to properly walk, let alone dance, going into physical therapy for it. She still has slight mobility issues and occasional aetheric palpitations from nearly transforming.MORE TBA CURRENT PATCH 6.0

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