The Darkmatter Mahar
Owner: Marine

Age: 8 years, 11 months, 3 weeks

Born: April 6th, 2011

Adopted: 8 years, 11 months, 3 weeks ago

Adopted: April 6th, 2011

Pet Spotlight Winner
July 21st, 2012


  • Level: 103
  • Strength: 253
  • Defense: 252
  • Speed: 252
  • Health: 252
  • HP: 250/252
  • Intelligence: 56
  • Books Read: 56
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Weapons Tester

"Monsters". "Freaks". "Soul-eaters".

Those were the words that the Ylissean people called their neighbors, the desert-dwelling magicians and mystics of Plegia. They were a fearsome, resilient people, masters of black magic and worshippers of the dragon god of destruction, Grima-- and so they were to be reviled for their culture of sacrifice and defilement.

It was feelings like this that spawned the brutal war between the two nations, leaving the Plegian populace devastated and fragmented while leadership dissolved. Ylisse suffered few losses in comparison, taking up territory on the borderlines while stealing plenty of magical secrets for their talented anima mages and clergy. Mercy was at a premium, afforded only to the organized.

And people wondered why she had such a cautious outlook, a swiftness towards violence, and a deep distrust of war and politics?

Left an orphan from the Ylissean-Plegian War, Tharja had always been gifted with magic, and soon learned to use it far beyond a mere hobby. Survival and stability were her only interests, whether that was ambushing travelers in the dead of night so she could steal their valuables, or selling her particularly malicious hexes to the highest bidder.

She learned how to channel all her fury into seething talons of darkness, how to steal life energy from humans and animals alike... and from their bones she stole their gold and their jewelry, wearing it with what little keepsakes she had left. Sometimes, she'd leave clean bones and glittering treasures for her god, but the functional and simple things were kept for herself.

This was her life for quite some time: ten years, in fact, until whispers of another war reared their head. Plegia's current leader was an unstable, reeling fool, acting on impulse rather than logic or morals, and was keen to pick a fight over old wounds.

She loathed fighting in the name of such a king, but obliged all the same. War meant the rare chance at looting and sacrificing human bodies as offerings-- a tradition permitted only during wartime, forbidden any other day. More scavenging, more stolen life energy to feast on, more practice for her spells.. why would she turn that chance down?

But only a few days in, and Tharja found herself utterly swayed by the other side. Ylisse's star tactician, a beautiful girl named Robin, was immediately unforgettable to Tharja... she moved with elegance and wielded magic with a masterful grace. Something about the tactician tugged at her soul, a something that couldn't be ignored.

On a whim, Tharja defected from Plegian troops so she could follow this enchanting young woman. She hadn't much of an idea why Robin shook her to her core, and yet-- chasing her, struggling to befriend her, it all felt so right.

Though she was treated with intense unease and weariness by the rest of the Ylissean army, Tharja cared little: she had a well-paying job, food, shelter, a source of stability in her whirlwind life. Every day, whether it was spent marching or on the battlefield, left her the time to hone her spells for further use, and to gently extend friendship to the girl that had stolen her heart.

All the while, she learned swiftly what was seen as obsessive or strange, and in answer softened her approach. She followed Robin like a shadow, watched over her a little too closely-- but this proved too forceful, and so she swiftly learned boundaries, lest she lose her chance otherwise.

Flowers, gentle words, a charming flair: these got her much farther than clinginess or little golden trinkets. It was surprisingly easy to become friends when you didn't try too hard.
This success only dredged up the warmth and adoration in her heart, and she was shocked by her own sorts of feelings! How horrible it was to be so tender, when she had been so cautious beforehand!
(But something deep inside her loved every moment of the kind attention.)

As they grew close by each passing month, Tharja couldn't help but wonder-- had Robin ever dabbled into dark magic? The tactician erred away, swept up by all the prejudices and uncertainties she had been taught, and perhaps that was a normal reaction.. but Tharja could only promise that it was far less frightening than it seemed.

Once you were fully in control of the forces you worked with, it was downright empowering to work with dark magic. The exchanges of life and death were not to be feared, but respected, and her god was a being of rebellion and change, but in an ambivalent way.

"Your intentions shape the forces at your hands. If you call Grima's name with a wish for change, but not mindless destruction, then you get what you put in."

"Is it really like that? I-- I grew up in Ylisse, so I... I was always taught otherwise.."

"They hate us, our religion, everything about us.
Of course they're going to lie to you."

It was all kept a secret, for the rest of the army would have had countless questions if they found their star tactician dabbling in black magic. Potential mistrust only heated up when Robin denied a marriage proposal from the army's crown prince, Chrom-- a rejection was a strange thing indeed when he was in an incredibly admirable position of power.

But neither Tharja nor Robin quite cared: they knew where their interests and loyalties lay, and Robin was too talented for the army to end up abandoning over such a thing.

Years passed, new challenges rose on the horizon, and when the army stirred back to action after provocation from the far west, there was a revitalization of these secret study sessions.
Unwilling to relinquish the clear talent that Robin possessed, Tharja instructed her carefully, making the blood sacrifice of a bird before calling out to powers above and beyond. She watched with an illuminated grin as those otherworldly powers called back, eagerly welcoming the tactician.

Soon Robin was casting dark magic with little trouble at all, taking to it like a swan to water... and amid all their practice, their bond grew deep.
A couple accidental words, and out came the heartfelt confession of love, only for it to be returned, and soon they were shamelessly stealing kisses from each other and sharing both time and living space together. Study, practice, romance, affection.. there wasn't much more that Tharja could exactly ask for.

(Sure, it was a little weird when their supposed children from the apocalyptic future decided to show up, but it made for chances at personal development.)

But all of that was forgetting a question she had held for some time..

"You know... a long time ago, I read of a Plegian bloodline that could call on the very soul of Grima.
A god in living form, if you would.."

"And? That's... a creepy thought."

"I'm starting to suspect a few things about that brand on your hand, and how easily you took to all of this."

As the army turned its gaze homeward, it just so happened that the new king of Plegia, an old sorcerer of devout faith, had stepped forward with a revelation. His child, the proper vessel to catch the soul of the fell dragon.. just so happened to be--

"... You mean you're the next in that bloodline?
Are you serious?"

It would explain a lot, wouldn't it? Her guesses were scarily accurate.

"That's what he said, at least. I'm... I... Tharja, what am I supposed to do? Now the whole army's going to treat me like I'm an abomination, and--"

"Your true friends wouldn't care. And, besides... I think you're a wonderful abomination. A sweet, beautiful one."

Tharja couldn't hide a gleeful smile at the thought. There had been avid discussion among the army on how to prevent the rise of Grima, how it would inevitably be the end of everything... but none of them seemed to be truly educated on the topic, were they?

It was all her fault that the idea had come about, sure, and she was ready to suffer the consequences if it all went wrong, and yet-- she and Robin both waited with enthusiasm for the war to ramp up further.
The Plegian king planned to sacrifice huge numbers of the populace in order to awaken an enraged, bloodthirsty Grima, a gigantic monster of a god to obey his every whim... but it'd be so much easier to run in and steal every second of it.

They came well-prepared for a fight, even with the twists and turns. Never leaving Robin's side, Tharja shook off the unhappiness of fighting her own people yet again, instead chasing the chance they sought. With fire and darkness at her call she slew the Plegian king who stubbornly stood in their way, and then she stood and watched.

Cloaked in light, Robin called out to the ether, and the ether howled back, granting her the red halos and magnificence of the fell god. From her head sprouted jagged horns, the six-eyed insignias spidering down her cheeks, and as she turned back to the world, she called out with two voices.

And yet, the tactician still smiled, untroubled, as thoughtful and tender a person as ever before. It didn't matter that she had decided to befriend and call out to a monstrous god of devastation, for iron will and gentle understanding made anything possible.

For Tharja, it was a truly glorious thing to watch your darling lover usurp the apocalypse.

~ ~ ~

Story, pet, profile & overlay by Marine.
Characters, artwork and original story are by Nintendo / Intelligent Systems.

Pet Treasure

Dented Circlet

Tribal Priest Golden Necklaces

Awakened Demon Seal

Leafeather Pauldrons

Sorceress Chest Plate

Desert Mage Sash

Cloak of the Sun Lord

Oracle Accessories

Wreathed Red Rreign Spirited Tights

Shadow Cloak Scroll

Shinwas Sealed Scroll of Dark Magic

Tome of Darkness

Bringing The Harbinger

Dark Grimoire

Necromantic Grimoire

Book of Ancient Black Magic

Book of Demonic Names

Cursed Book

Darkest Blood Magick

Bound and Chained Evil

Book of Dririmancy


Leather-Bound Book

For The Darkness

Book of Shadows

Calcified Book of Osteomancy

Dripping Elder Tome

Tempestuous Tome Ribbon

Whispering Spirit

Mori Spirits

Lightning Sylph

Dark Rogue Ember

Flaming Scarf

Lightning Bolt

Smoldering Doomsday Rubble

Darkness Soul Stone

Curse of Boils Tear Crystal

Dark Crystal Shard

Dark Defense Baguette Crystal

Spooky Crystal Ball

Magical Floating Globe

Decanter of Mysterious Sludge

Black Clouded Lozenge

Oval Scrying Mirror

Dark Witchboard

Broken Occult Sculpture

Cut Onyx Agate Geode

Bloodred Pearl

Red Tinged Haunted Crystal

Grave Robbers Charms

Dark Shaman Bone Necklace

Pink Escaped Aura

Green Nazar

Vehnam Sphere

Spiney Shell Totem

Opposing Summoning Stones

Darkness Shard

Hand of Glory Wax Candle

Dripping Candle

This Candle Stares Back

Black Skull Votive Candle

Warlock Candle and Ash Circle

Shadow Dust

Black Sand

Wolf Tooth

Lion Tooth

Boar Tusk

Bear Claw

Carved Harpy Talon

Brain Eater Egg

Domed Reliquary

Elegant Manticore Figurine

Carefully Crafted Wasp

Cursed and Spotted Hand

Fungus-Infested Skull

Gourd Witch Rose Small Skulls

Gourd Witch Bat Flower Skull

Fireside Decorated Spine

Unearthed Bones

Diseased Eyeball

Midnight Monster Severed Hand



Enchanted Swan Feather

Arid Decorative Vesnali Feather


Ruinous Oxblood Hexbloom

Ruinous Flushed Hexbloom

Ruinous Royal Hexbloom

Night Sky Flower

Sprouting Sonata 14

Belladonna Poison Bottle Kit

Deaths Kiss


Shaman Herb Satchel

Cyanide Poison Vial Kit

Destroying Angel

Poison Cake

Haunting Nightmare Illumis Cocktail

Poison Laced Wine

Poison Laced Tea Cloth

Nightshade Deadly Bonbon

Tainted Chocolate

Preserved Snake in a Jar

Preserved Spider in a Jar

Mysterious Liquid Fog Sample

Creeping Vial

Toxic Apothecary Bottle

Hex Remover

Mixed Blessing Potion

Gourd Witch Burning Liquid

Holy Warrior Sacred Potion

Sanctifying Pylonic

Fancy Vesnali Apothecary Vial

Blackened Pureed Pumpkin Potion

Death Perfume

Bottled Night

Broken Flask of Liquid Shadow

Dark Shaman Tribal Arm Paint

Bottled Coalbra Venom

Fractured Onyx Flask

Ornate Black Bottle

Ornamented Purple Decanter

Bubbling Venom

Doves Blood

Demon Blood

Dark Fire Potion

Dark Death Potion

Dillema Corrupted Soul

Red Bottled Fire Spirit

Morostide Cape of Grim Tidings

Voodoo Plushie

Cursed Voodoo Doll

Keiths Cursed Voodoo Doll

Bloodred Voodoo Doll

Twilight Voodoo Doll

Dillema Pushpin Swords

Skitters Favorite Needle

Bone Handled Skinning Knife

Plas-Tek Winged Toothed Sickle Blade

Dark Shaman Bone Staff

Tribal Priest Staff

Handy Skull Crusher

Dowsing Pendulum

Gold Incense Burner

Necromancer Alluring Censer

Grave Robbing Kit

Blood-Filled Hourglass

Cursed Goblet

Dragon Blood

Broken Red Rreign Scales

Mystical Bloody Serpent Scale

Bloody Morticlaw

Harvested Heart

Severed Goat Head

Grave Reminder

Skull Candle Holder

Romero Post Mortem Evil Eye Medallion

Blasphemous Shards

Tarot of Doom, Despair, Desperation and Depravity

Monochromatic Tarot Cards

Diabolical Pages of Wizardry

Morostide Hex Catalog

Gourd Witch Potion Experiments

Kitchen Witch

Corpse Burning 101

Bloodstain Removal

How to Add and Remove Blood Stains

Frostbite Desk Reference

Stained Snippet of Paper

Old School Brown Leather Satchel

Black Bathing Suit Top

Blue Bathing Suit Wrap

Royal Banded Bikini Top

Royal Banded Bikini Bottom

Dove Gold Crop Top

Dove Gold Split Skirt

Caged Gold Chain

Draped Obsidian Belt

Gold Twist Bracelet

Silver Skull Collar Clip

Bottle of Body Oil

Romantic Love Potion

Love Scented Perfume Bottle

Intense Perfume Bottle

Killer Lipstick

Crumpled Paper

Love Letter

Heart Folded Pages

Book of Affection

Overly Romantic Card

Crafty Love

Incubus Flirtations

Onyx Cabochon Ring

Mothers Day Child Hand Plaster

Little Robin

Dark Ranunculus

Gothic Lolita Rose

Pet Friends

I'll love you until the very end of days... and even afterwards.

Oh, you're no disappointment.. a surprise, sure, but never that.

Sure, I'll help you with that spell.. if you'll cease your terrible puns...

If you like having hands, you'll stay away from my precious Robin.