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Atarax

Atarax was born into a blacksmith's family. He was the youngest of five children, the only boy, and the last child born to Oreula, Ramon's wife. The woman did not survive the difficult labor and passed away shortly after. The joy of the long-awaited heir's birth was overshadowed by the death of his wife. But despite this, the blacksmith did not lose heart and continued to work for the good of his family.

Atarax's childhood was not particularly different from that of other children. It is hard to say definitively whether the absence of his mother affected his worldview, for he was always surrounded by the love of his sisters and father.

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- Atarax! Atarax! ATARAX!!! – the young man received a strong kick to the rear, which snapped him out of his stupor. – THE FORGE IS ON FIRE AND YOU'RE STANDING THERE LIKE A STATUE!!!

Fully snapping out of his stupor at his father's words about the fire, Atarax finally noticed that he had somehow managed to set fire to the sacks of coal standing in the corner of the forge. Without thinking twice, the young man pulled off his toga and covered the sacks with it.

- Can't leave you alone for a minute! Always daydreaming! You'd better think about what you're going to do in life, you'll clearly never make a blacksmith...

Atarax did not react to his father's words, neither outwardly nor inwardly. In truth, he had already given much thought to the craft he would take up. Not because he desperately wanted it, but because he didn't mind it, and one had to live on something. However, the young man was in no hurry to share his thoughts with his relative. Or with anyone, for that matter. He generally spoke to almost no one without good reason. Except, of course, for the endless arguments with himself and with the long-dead thinkers of the past. Several years earlier, his father had given him a book by a famous Telosian philosopher. Ramon had hoped it would help his son become an upstanding man, as the ethics described in the book resembled those of Artieria. Except for the worship of women, which Ramon himself did not much care for in Artierianism. However, this gesture led to Atarax becoming deeply engrossed in philosophy. Some of the things he gleaned from the works of various sages could not but earn the approval of Ramon and those around him. But some things greatly troubled the blacksmith...

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- Atarax! Atarax! ATARAX!!! – the young man received a slap on the backside, which snapped him out of his stupor. – I'M NAKED AND BURNING WITH DESIRE, TAKE ME!

Fully snapping out of his stupor at his girlfriend's words, Atarax finally noticed that he had somehow ended up at home, in the company of one of the girls who was quite fond of him. Without thinking twice, the young man pulled off his toga and set about satisfying the natural need for feminine warmth.

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When his father died, the young man was sixteen years old. By that time, all his sisters had been successfully married off. Everything Ramon owned passed to Atarax. Deciding to postpone any training and plunging headfirst into philosophy, Atarax spent ten years in contemplation. Perhaps that was the best time of his life. For he lived as the ancient sages of Telos had lived, spending entire days in thought and training his own body. However, even Atarax's extremely modest lifestyle required resources. And at that moment, they were just about running out.

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- Atarax! Atarax! ATARAX!!! – someone clapped him on the shoulder. – BUDDY, YOUR HAND IS ON FIRE!

Fully snapping out of his stupor at his acquaintance's words, Atarax finally noticed that the candle he was holding in his hand had already burned down to the base. Without thinking twice, the young man extinguished the candle with his other hand.

- What are you standing here with a candle for? – asked Tobur, who had spotted Atarax on the hill, not far from the city.
- An ancient rite from one of the Telosian cities.
- And what does it mean?
- Bidding farewell to one's homeland.
- Whoa! Planning to travel? Well, I see you've brought your belongings along. Good thing there aren't many of them, heh, you can carry it all on yourself.

Atarax said nothing in reply.

- Take care, then! Good luck in your new place.
- Thank you. And good luck to you as well.

Origin:
Marion
Strength: 10 | Endurance: 10
Agility: 6 | Perception: 6
Speed: 5 | Intellect: 7
Spirit: 7 | Faith: 4
Charisma: 5 | Beauty: 6
10% to health for each point of endurance, +2 to strength

Constellations:
Corona (754): Immunity to negative effects. 
Altar: +3 to faith, +2 to spirit, health restoration and removal of negative effects outside of combat. 

Conviction:
Telos
✦ +1 to three random characteristics after the end of each phase. 
✦ Each time the character survives a lethal wound, they gain 1000 exp.
✦ The character is immune to the effects of other convictions and to mind influence. 

Mastery:

Mastery - war hammer
1. +1 endurance
2. +1 endurance
3. +1 endurance
4. +1 endurance

Skills:

Philosopher
Contemplation [1500]
1. The character gains +300 experience points. On each consecutive use, there is a 10% chance of committing suicide (stacks, resets each phase).
2. The character gains +1 to a random characteristic. On each consecutive use, there is a 10% chance of committing suicide (stacks, resets each phase). 

Inventory:

Toga, leather sandals, father's war hammer, jerky, hardtack, remaining savings, first aid kit, a book by the Telosian philosopher Mork Ovrulius "Arguing with Oneself", a book by the Telosian philosopher Upikur "Ethics", a book by the Mirai philosopher Amauto Tunetamo "Hidden in the Grass".