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Shortly after this brief meeting, Volker pulled his daughter aside, offering to finally begin training her in the arts of war. At seventeen years of age, with nearly fourteen of that filled with relentless attempts to learn her father's skillset, and decently held her own, untrained, against her father, he could no longer deny that it was possible she make a good warrior of sorts. Beyond exhilarated, the young woman threw her arms about her father, silently crying and thanking him, and for the first time in nearly a decade they embraced. At long last, it seemed the family could be truly whole again. | Shortly after this brief meeting, Volker pulled his daughter aside, offering to finally begin training her in the arts of war. At seventeen years of age, with nearly fourteen of that filled with relentless attempts to learn her father's skillset, and decently held her own, untrained, against her father, he could no longer deny that it was possible she make a good warrior of sorts. Beyond exhilarated, the young woman threw her arms about her father, silently crying and thanking him, and for the first time in nearly a decade they embraced. At long last, it seemed the family could be truly whole again. | ||
− | + | Their time in Doma was short lived, and less than a fortnight passed before the Oerba family was on a return vessel headed home for La Noscea. Anselma had been unnervingly silent since their arrival and her solo trek into Doman territory, unwilling to discuss any details with even her husband and daughter. Clutching in her hand a tightly wrapped scroll, she insisted the family return home with haste, and would say nothing more. On the same eve that they left, however, while Yunari was on the deck of the ship, gazing at the stars, the vessel was fiercely attacked by what was thought to be pirate raiders. Only able to fight weakly, Yunari was quickly subdued after rescuing, of all people, Geisswolk, from being skewered, with the help of her mother. | |
− | + | Shortly thereafter struck a concussive blow to her head, the last thing she heard were the cries of her mother, the chaos and yells across the ship, and the distant yells of her father, all before her vision slipped to black, her face against the wooden planks beneath her. | |
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When she finally came to, Yunari became very aware of the pains in her body, beaten as she had been in the attack. In a short time, she realized several pieces of information. The raiders were no pirates as all had initially presumed, but Sahagin, the aquatic Beast Tribe known to terrorize any who crossed the seas from time to time. Full raids like this were rare, but not entirely unheard of, save for the fact that the tradeship was of such an unusually large size for them to attack. Over months, spending day in and out in what could almost have been called a paddock enclosure made entirely of jagged rocks and corals higher than any one person could climb with ease, she also became aware that she was one of many who had been captured, and were being kept alive, or as much as one could call it such. Some were used for gruntwork day by day, forced to scrape barnacles and sea life from above-water corals in dangerous shoals, or carry various materials or catches that the fishmen gathered themselves, as though they were pack animals. The captives were all kept in a perpetually weakened state whether they were ones forced to work or not, over a dozen being in the webbed grasp of their attackers. Often, they were fed utterly unrecognizable slop that may not have even been food so much as refuse, and despite deaths slowly tolling, the prisoners were kept in a state of dehydration that often led to delirium under the burning rays of the sun. If not injured by the poor conditions, they were beaten for any sign of rebellion or unease, one such brazen individual, having been a solider on the ship, taking such blows that he was left bloody to die in the sands of the shore. Though she saw faces she did not recognize among her prisonmates, Yunari could not count the faces of her mother and father among them, and as many suns came and went, she began to lose her will, knowing in her heart that her family was dead and she would likely never see her friends again. Just as she was ready to give up hope, the wind gave her a gift. | When she finally came to, Yunari became very aware of the pains in her body, beaten as she had been in the attack. In a short time, she realized several pieces of information. The raiders were no pirates as all had initially presumed, but Sahagin, the aquatic Beast Tribe known to terrorize any who crossed the seas from time to time. Full raids like this were rare, but not entirely unheard of, save for the fact that the tradeship was of such an unusually large size for them to attack. Over months, spending day in and out in what could almost have been called a paddock enclosure made entirely of jagged rocks and corals higher than any one person could climb with ease, she also became aware that she was one of many who had been captured, and were being kept alive, or as much as one could call it such. Some were used for gruntwork day by day, forced to scrape barnacles and sea life from above-water corals in dangerous shoals, or carry various materials or catches that the fishmen gathered themselves, as though they were pack animals. The captives were all kept in a perpetually weakened state whether they were ones forced to work or not, over a dozen being in the webbed grasp of their attackers. Often, they were fed utterly unrecognizable slop that may not have even been food so much as refuse, and despite deaths slowly tolling, the prisoners were kept in a state of dehydration that often led to delirium under the burning rays of the sun. If not injured by the poor conditions, they were beaten for any sign of rebellion or unease, one such brazen individual, having been a solider on the ship, taking such blows that he was left bloody to die in the sands of the shore. Though she saw faces she did not recognize among her prisonmates, Yunari could not count the faces of her mother and father among them, and as many suns came and went, she began to lose her will, knowing in her heart that her family was dead and she would likely never see her friends again. Just as she was ready to give up hope, the wind gave her a gift. |
Revision as of 10:43, 28 October 2015
Yunari "Wind-Tide" Oerba | |
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.
Relationships
Beyond the cut is detailed relationship information, which you may wish to discover ICly.
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)