Birth & Childhood[edit]
Yunari was born as a single child to her father Volker, and her mother Anselma. Her mother was a weaver by trade, generations of her family having been proficient in the tradecraft. Some time after conceiving, she made a trip to Coerthas, picking up a few crates of rare leathers and clothes made from the hides and furs of beasts found solely in the northern reaches of the continent. While at the outpost where her trade was to take place, Anselma was treated with the barest of civility, many of the people present prior citizens of Ishgard, or descendants of such, and embittered toward other citizens of Eorzea. One person, however, stopped her on the day she was to leave, offering her a warm meal before her journey, as well as some for the road. Accepting the gracious offer, she stopped with this stranger at their encampment at the edge of the small settlement, only to discover upon entering the man's tupik that it was adorned with various runes, star charts, and crystals. The stranger, an Astrologian taught by those of the Sharlayan ways, spent time talking to Anselma, divulging only the basics of his craft at her curious urging, before offering to her a reading. Having scanned the stars and the cards the night prior, he did not understand what he read until now. He spoke to her of her own innate ability to spread knowledge, to teach in a manner that many accepted, and how she would aide the cause of those few Sharlayan Astrologians who wished to alter the thinking of those in Ishgard, and the few with natural talent for the craft, hidden and unawares across Eorzea. To drive his message to her home, as she seemed rather skeptical, he gifted her with knowledge of her coming child, estimating for her when the babe was to enter the world. He warned her that her child would suffer if without her father, but that otherwise would bring many kinds of fulfillment to it's mother's life. Thanking him for his time, as well as the warmth, interesting conversation, and food, Anselma offered one of her finest crafted robes for the stranger, who would not provide a name. Disrupting his protest, she claimed she was willing to take the cut in her trade haul to gift the gracious man, and at day's end, she was on her way back to her home and her husband in a small village Ul'Dah.
Returned to the arms of her lover, the Hyur spoke to Volker of what had transpired while she was away, mentioning the Astrologian as a curiosity to her with a healthy amount of skepticism. Still, the foreboding tail of his message bothered her, but her mate urged her to forget it. Overjoyed at the idea that they were having a child, the man was understandably remiss to inform his wife that he had received a new assignment. Himself a mercenary, he had been offered a lucrative job to scout information about a band of raiders, and capture the head of their little group for an Ul'Dahn merchant whose pricey wares they had been regularly pillaging. He had been paid handsomely in advance, with a promise of more to come once the job was finished. Worried as she always was when her love was to away on a prolonged journey, Anselma spent the week with him before he set out with his newly assigned roster of mercs, constantly at his side until the time he left.
The remaining few months of her pregnancy came and went, finding Yunari's mother keeping in touch with letters dispatched by Chocobo porters, the messages short but at least reassuring her of Volker's safety. A couple of weeks prior to the predicted due date, the last correspondence received informed Anselma that her husband would be staying on for an extended time. No other details were given, and though she sent her reply with much haste, begging him to return to her side, she received nothing more by the time she was in the care of healers. Remembering the words of the Sharlayan stranger, all she wished was her husband at her side, the worry creeping into her mind, latching on even when assuring herself it was just words. Though her fears were unfounded during the actual birth of her child, Anselma's unease was realized when her newborn baby welcomed itself to the world in silence, without any air in its tiny lungs, and unable to draw precious oxygen. Separating mother and child, the healers laboured for several suns to keep the baby alive, and keep her mother calmed. On the third day of the child's life Volker, who had gotten word from a healer of his baby's emergence in the world, arrived, in time for Anselma to be told she could be reuinited with her newborn. Volker sung the praises of the healers, beaming with his wife as together with her, he awaited the return of what he assumed to be a son, to their arms. He proclaimed that clearly his child was a fighter, like his father, and excitedly spoke to Anselma how he would train his boy to walk in his footsteps, bringing the family much honour and coin. Finding the time to be appropriate, the fair woman expressed her distaste and fears to her lover at his long, unpredictable absences, the worry she constantly felt when he was away on dangerous jobs, and her desire to not have their child feel the same pain as it grew. She elaborated on her fears of his death in the last passing weeks, and implored him to find a new way to bring to the glory and coin that he sought to their home and family. Overjoyed just to see his wife's face and being told on arrival that his child was hale and healthy, the mercenary swore to his love that he would lay down his lordless banner and find a new way to pursue the kind of work he excelled at.
Much to his dismay, however, when the healers entered the small room the couple occupied, Anselma was handed not a tiny boy, but a baby girl. Biting back his disappointment, he nonetheless welcomed the life he had brought to Eorzea with his wife, and vowed to her to keep his word and strive to be present moreso in the life of his family. Keeping to this word, as he was at his core a man with a sense of honour, her laid low his title as a Merc, and instead began picking up different lines of work that utilized his fighting skills. For a time he was a gladiator in the Bloodsands, but the lovers both agreed that such a regularly dangerous job was only marginally an improvement to his prior work, and he switched to being a Guardsman around the streets of the city-state of Ul'Dah, and outlying settlements. As the years passed and his daughter grew, she showed interest in everything her father did, begging him for tales of his work as soon as she was able to speak. He indulged her, proud to share of his accomplishments, and seeing no harm in regaling her with the stories. As she aged further, she would often make passing remarks of wanting to be as he was when she aged, despite her mother's urging to follow Anselma's family traditions, but never did anything come of it, and she instead was taught the arts of weaving from her loving mother. It was a task that she attempted wholeheartedly, but could not seem to master, which eventually led to her abandoning the craft and assisting instead with associated tasks of her mother's trade as she matured.
Teenage Years[edit]
As Yunari grew, she continued to be in awe of tales of her father's past and present, and her begging for stories eventually turned to begging for training. Her father, however, was growing in disdain of the fact that he did not have a son. Since he and Anselma has decided to bear and raise a child together, he had always imagined a son to proudly wear his old greaves, to bear his shield and axe, and to bond with on a masculine level. This caused a rift to develop between Yunari and Volker, as he was convinced truly strong warriors were rarely found in women, and she was determined to be like the father she so admired. Over the years the tension built and the rift grew between the father and daughter, seeming to ever damage the relationship between them, despite any attempts Anselma put forth to mend the ill feelings and pain. This came to a head, however, in Yunari's thirteenth year.
When he changed his profession once more, no longer an everyman guard but a personal bodyguard to a member of the Sultanate, Yunari confronted her father, expressing to him her feelings that he had sold out in the name of coin and undeserved fame. She brazenly told Volker that now he was bringing shame to the family with dirtied money. The tempers of both of the Hyurs flared, the words between them becoming more aggressive in their ire, and instead of resolving the spat with words, to Anselma's horror, escalated to violence. Her husband, brashly informing his daughter that she would never understand as she would never be a true fighter, was introduced to the weight of Yunari's elbow as she threw it at his face, breaking his nose in one fell jab. Blood gushing from his nostrils, the man set to blows with his lineage, and a fierce fight ensued, ending only when the mother stepped in and stunned both with the blinding light of the heavens. Shocked, confused, and thereby calmed, the father and his child reconciled, begrudgingly, their attentions now turned to the confusing show of magicks that the fair and non-violent woman had displayed.
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Adulthood[edit]
Present Day[edit]
In current days in the realm of Eorzea, Yunari has devoted much of her time to rediscovering her place in the world. She seeks any traces she can of The Twelve, eager to have aide in her discovery through the guidance of her chosen deity, Oschon. This has led her to reside temporarily at Camp Bronze Lake, the nearest settlement to the infamous Wanderer's Palace, branded with the symbol of her God quite clearly. Between her introspective musings and assistance of the locals, she has begun to occasionally practice the arts of Astromancy, though the loss of her mother has made it difficult for her to even look at Anselma's cards. She never ceases to keep her culinary skills or her physical form sharp, however, cooking for travelers that come from distant lands, and training herself at the shores of the great lake, shadowed by the derelict temple. Aside from this, she has never forgotten her experiences with the beast tribes, nor the years of her life that she was, for all intents and purposes, lost to her own society, the thoughts produced by the events never leaving her mind.
