Yunari Oerba

Yunari "Wind-Tide" Oerba
"The Wind-Tide Wanderer"
Gender	Female
Race	Hyur
Clan	Highlander
Citizenship	Ul'dah
Nameday	3rd Sun of the 1st Umbral Moon
Age	25
Sexuality	Bisexual
Romantic Status	Single
Alignment	Neutral Good
Patron Deity	Oschon, the Wanderer

 "To wander, guided by the gales at your heels, is the only way to truly follow your own two feet..."
  -Yunari Oerba 

Appearance

• Height: 5 Fulm 7.36 Ilm
• Weight: 168.4 Ponze
• Body: Well-toned physique with notable musculature
• Hair: Deep Forest Green; Royal Purple streaks
• Eyes: Golden Amber
• Skin: Chocolate Brown

Personality

Disposition

Yunari was raised between two opposing natures, and from such exposure, she developed a very two-sided demeanor. It is most noticeable in moments of civil brutality, and her flip-switch temperament, capable of changing from calm to fired up with little to no warning. Her sociability is sometimes overbearing to strangers whose lives pique her interest, as she will not hesitate to "help" where she sees fit, blinded to personal boundaries. Generally speaking, however, this feisty Hyur is friendly, playful, and dedicated.

Likes & Interests

• Freedom
• Ruins
• Figs
• Woodlands
• Flirting
• Elbsts
• Astromancy

Dislikes & Fears

• Blind faith
• Nautical rope
• Cramped spaces
• Overly restrictive clothing or armour
• Ishgardians (As she's heard them told)
• Domans
• Frigid climates
• Travel by boat

Hobbies & Vices

• Brawling
• Cooking for comrades and loved ones
• Gambling
• Reading Tarot

Favourites

• Colours: Pure White; Millioncorn Yellow
• Drinks: Fig-infused water; Rum
• Foods: Roasted Nopales; Cawl Cennin; Meat Miq'abob; Old World Figs
• Scents: Fig; Cloves

History

Beyond the cut is detailed character history, which you may wish to discover ICly.

Show text

Birth & Childhood

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

Yunari aged with health and vigor, never again suffering major maladies despite her difficulties at birth. As the years passed on, she continued to be taught the ways of the weaver by her mother, but still even into puberty, she did not prove to be adept at the craft, despite constant attempts to learn. All trials ended in Yunari's frustration, sometimes mounting in tempestuous flashes, and her mother calming her with soothing words and a pleasant meal. It was muttered among other workers that the latter was the only reason that she even continued to try, despite wasting many gil away to failed attempts on her own or at her mother's behest to weave together something of value, though these rumours only served to cut her fuse shorter and shorter as time passed by. Eventually, there came a day when she was to assist Anselma with a particularly expensive gown for the daughter of a noble, and though she did her utmost to replicate her mother's work on the opposing side of the garment, she instead ruined the piece entirely. In a fit of frustration, she threw it down, vowing never to work as a weaver again, and try as her mother did to calm her, she left, disappearing for two days before she meekly made a return home.

It was just the start of her disappearances, though, as often, she would be gone for hours, or even a day at a time. Her mother knew not to where she went, and her father was far too busy with his new work to pay true mind to her, if even he was home. Still, (TYPE MOAR HERE)

Ever still was she 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, had growing disdain of the fact that he did not have a son. Ever 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 and not hope to be half the person he was due to being born a daughter to him rather than a son, was introduced to the weight of Yunari's elbow as she threw it at his face. Blood gushing from his now nose, 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 otherwise demure woman had displayed.

As Anselma healed the broken wreck of Volker's nose and the wounds both Hyurs had inflicted upon their own flesh and blood, she would tell it that she had been working on learning the arts of Astromancy ever since the birth of her baby girl. Having before been skeptical of the words of the Sharlyan Astrologian, thinking him perhaps too devoted to his art or exiled for madness, she had taken it with a grain of salt, up until the words he spoke to her from his reading proved to be true. From that time, in the background of her weaving work, and teaching her curious daughter what she knew of culinary arts, she pulled texts from great caches of information, listened to whispers on the streets, and compiled whatever should could regarding the lost celestial arts. Having found about the Heavens' Gates, the night time walks she would often take were truly more for her to gaze upon the darkened skies, rather than catch fresh air under darkness. And over time she had learned she had within herself an innate affinity to feel the celestial workings, and while not strong, she had taught herself their healing magicks and opened several gates alone. She wished to spread the reality of Astromancy across the Realm after she was sure the family could function without her, but the disagreements between her only child and beloved husband were making it nearly impossible.

Ridden with guilt, as well as the love they still had for each other despite their differences, Volker and Yunari apologized on the spot, to each other and to Anselma, whom they held above all else. The two vowed to control their tempers and try to work past disagreements, and Yunari suggested her own idea. Why not, she mused, travel as a family, taking work as they went, to give her mother the chance to travel and teach what she learned to those that would listen relam-wide? Herself having a confession to make, she admitted that her ability to at all physically confront her father was due to her sneaking out. She was, in fact, heading out to watch fights at the Bloodsands, or to cook meals for soliders training in the camps of the Immortal Flames. Both situations afforded her to watch fighters from all walks of training at work, and while she was by no means highly skilled, that she was adept at all had come as a surprise to her father, who silently regarded her as she explained her own stories to her parents.

Present Day

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.

Relationships

Beyond the cut is detailed relationship information, which you may wish to discover ICly.

Show text

Family

• Anselma Oerba: (Mother; Presumed dead) Studied Astromancy with a passion, and was a weaver by trade prior to her introduction to the Heavens' Arts.
• Volker Oerba: (Father; Presumed dead) Spent his youth as a mercenary and gladiator on the Bloodsands, and his adulthood as a bodyguard.

Positive Standing

• Geisswolk Rhotgeimwyn (Closest friend)
• Clutchfather Novv (IG NPC)

Neutral Standing

• Asitania Kynarum (Recent acquaintance)
• Rivienne Delacroux (Met as wife of Yvelont)
• Yvelont Navarre (Met in her travels)

Negative Standing

• Coral Trident Sahagin (IG NPCs)

Known Affiliations

• N/A as of yet

Areas of Expertise

Martial Training

• Pugilistic Arts
• Gladiatorial Arts

Craftsmanship

• Culinary

Other

• Tarot
• Sahagin behaviour and culture

Other Notes

Nicknames

• 'Nari
• Yuna
• Wind-Tide

Pronunciation

You-Nah-Ree Air-Buh

Religion

Yunari staunchly adheres to her personal faith in Oschon, the Wanderer, choosing to worship and revere him in her own ways. She firmly believes that he guides her feet as is needed, despite the long absence of The Twelve.

Quirks & Miscellany

• Yunari is ambidextrous.
• Has a definitive PTSD.
• Will sporadically disappear to unknown locations for various periods of time, with no warning to those who associate with her.
• Despite a disdain for racism, castes, and similar categorizations of beings, she has a hypocritical bias against Ishgardians and Domans.

Rumours

• N/A as of yet

Habitual Haunts

• Camp Bronze Lake (Upper La Noscea)
• Raincatcher Gully (Eastern La Noscea)
• The Black Shroud
• The Bismarck (Limsa Lominsa)