For as long as she can remember, Ata was raised by a retired mercenary in a small village, nothing stood out in this place, it was just a regular village. She has no memory of her early childhood days. Her foster parent (the retired mercenary) told Ata that he just found her one night outside his door, alone in a crib. He raised her the only way he knew, as a mercenary. When Ata grew older, she craved to explore the world, to no longer be stuck in this one tiny village. The retired mercenary completely understood the feeling she was experiencing. He did not deny her request to leave, but he still did not enjoy the idea of his baby girl going out on her own.