Lady Yunaria Vitrova

The Arcane Lifeweaver

[Ishgard Citizen] [Healer] [Philanthropist] [Socialite]

A staggeringly small Viera whose warm and gentle spirit belies a devout rebellion against the malevolent forces which threaten her new life.

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Race: Veena Viera
Age: Youthful Adult
Sex: Female
Eye Color: Blue-Green
Height: Quite Short [5 fulms]
Build: Buxom HourglassProfession: Esoteric Healer/ApothecaryAffiliations:
► Founding Mind/Healer at Dracaena Apothecary
► Ward of Ishgard's House Moreaux

Yunaria Vitrova @ Balmung, FFXIV

Through the Looking Glass

Appearance

..... Lady Yunaria Vitrova, the Arcane Lifeweaver and Ward of House Moreaux, did not cut an imposing figure. Even her title, the 'Arcane Lifeweaver'--given to her by a bard she'd healed who composed a catchy ballad that, quite unfortunately, had yet to fall out of fashion with the locals--did not match the reality of her. Viera had a tendency to be lithe and thin, yet this one's mesomorphic hourglass figure was filled with buxom weight and unapologetic curves well-suited to social pursuits. These features were emphasized by her diminutive frame, staggeringly lacking in height even for the smallest of her kin.
..... Indeed, there would be no intimidation found in her physically. From her small height to the comely delicacy evident in her tender nature which implied a frail constitution, this individual could be described in many ways as gentle. Yuna carried herself with an easy grace of kind intellectual aspect modestly composed in presentation, and exuded an air of geniality both relaxed and balanced by the whimsy of nature and strict order of propriety respectively...... The mender wore no paint for beauty - she did not need to. In the dimly-lit interior of the apothecary, her pale complexion smoothed to porcelain, unscarred and flawless. The monotony of that canvas was broken up by pseudomelanism in the form of dark birth stripes and spots drawing interesting patterns on her face and upper body. If they extended further, it was difficult to tell: they vanished beneath fine garments tailored for fashion as well as function...... However, propriety was moderately defied in the styling of many dresses which bore crossing laces over bare skin and slits in the skirts that came as high as the hip - things she deemed necessary to preserve the garments in ritual motion. The simplicity of her innocence balmed those choices somewhat; her intentions were pure, and she was never one to cause a scandal or scene...... Well.. aside from her arrival to Ishgard, at any rate. One did not come to the Holy See with diamond-shaped ears of a leporine persuasion jutting from one's head and not expect some lingering stares. Those ears were expressive, sprouting a thin blanket of plush fur of the same chocolate silk hue as her mantle of hip-length hair. The latter was thick and straight, feathered with layers off of which the light played in tones of honeyed bronze and gold. An ombre of mellow verdigris lent the sweeping ends a natural tone, like nascent moss creeping up the bark of its chosen tree...... The dim light of the interior did nothing to dull the woman's luminous eyes, notable simply due to their radiance if naught else. Yuna's irises were treasures of rich viridian and cerulean bound in jewel-bright pools of limpid labradorite, sharp in contrast to iridescent tapeta which shone a brilliant metallic merigold when touched by the light just so. Her gaze was reminiscent of oil-spilled velvet, soft and shimmering; that gemstone stare helped calm those whose wounds she tended to with the patient serenity reflected within...... Unaccountably short, built for hospitality rather than warfare, and always quick to offer warm, genuine smiles, she gave every appearance of belonging in her chosen profession as a quiet healer who rubbed elbows with Ishgard's nobility.. but for the tiniest things about her.
..... A subtle air of persistent aether that seemed primed and edged.
..... The wild fire that occasionally sparked in her eyes.
..... The way her smile would quirk sometimes with an impish tilt far better befitting a girl with a propensity for gallivanting about in the wilds rather than tending to potted herbs in artificial ecosystems.
..... Perhaps even she had forgotten what lay beneath the tutored exterior. But her wild heart never would.

Skillset

Medicine

WIP!

Magic

WIP!

A Familiar Thing

Common Knowledge / Hooks

Ishgard

Six years prior and present.

.....Yunaria's name is a point of some renown in association with the noble Moreaux family, and has been steadily gaining some popularity in the Firmament as well in recent suns, owed to her presence as a healer and apothecary in that district......Though sponsored as a ward by a beloved noble house, it took a great deal of time--and no small amount of genuine effort--to acclimate to Ishgardian culture and find herself in a point of open acceptance with the residents of the Holy See. Some still do not approve of an outsider being granted sponsored citizenship, but others have come around.
.....Today, mention of her is synonymous with enchanting company and generosity, the latter likely facilitated by the House's patriarch assigning her the duty of delivering goodwill packages from House Moreaux to the people of the Brume. It is not clear whether this was the Lord's idea, or his ward's.

Ishgard-Based Plot Hooks
Your character might know (or at least know of) Yunaria if...
► ...they are familiar with House Moreaux
► ...they have visited Dracaena Apothecary
► ...they have spent much time in Ishgard in the past six years.
► ...they are gentry or nobility, as Yuna is a common feature at social functions.
► ...they are lowborn and have seen or interacted with her during her deliveries.
► ...they have requested the services of an arcane healer in Coerthan regions.

Hingashi

One year prior and present.

.....The operational area of Yunaria's work is not limited to Ishgard and the surrounding regions. An estate in Shirogane (dubbed "Wyrmcrest Springs" by the nobles' inability to leave anything nameless) counts itself among the numerous properties owned by House Moreaux; when visiting the Far East, it is from this place that Yuna operates as a travelling mender and philanthropist.

Hingashi-Based Plot Hooks
Your character might know (or at least know of) Yunaria if...
► ...they have needed the services of an esoteric healer in Shirogane or Kugane.

Dalmasca

At least seventeen to six years past.

.....The Yunaria of Dalmasca is very different from the Yunaria of Ishgard. In Rabanastre (and in a nearby settlement once her family was forced to relocate) the child achieved adulthood surviving off of scraps and what the barest gil could purchase......She was a street urchin, true, however she did not cause much chaos beyond the occasional pilfered fruit. More entertaining than otherwise, Yuna was often seen in dancing street performances alongside her mother.

Dalmasca-Based Plot Hooks
Your character might know (or at least know of) Yunaria if...
► ...they recognize her from her days as a street dancer.
► ...they gave her gil or goods in passing, either in the Royal City or elsewhere.

Memoirs of a Mender

A Journal of Memories

Personal Diary
Spoilers Ahead!Prismatic Prior to Arrival in Ishgard

Prismatic

Just prior to original arrival to Ishgard.
[TW: Language, Murder, Death]

..... One thing could be said about her, and that is that she was fast. Inhumanly so. When the thief pulled the necklace right off her throat, there had been no time to get her companion’s attention to give chase before she was forced to turn heel and tail the slender figure. The quickening agent of aether filled her muscles in short bursts, putting that unnatural speed into play with feats of agility and dexterity that matched the individual she was running down.. and even more strangely was the reaction time with which the tiny viera responded to every dip and weave, every leaping crest or sharp turn. They bounded almost as one in a blur of motion through the back streets of the Jewel of the Desert, and it was not until they had scaled the city wall and repelled to the sands of Thanalan below that the thief finally stopped, winded, to face her...... Yunaria was breathing at a moderately shallow pace, but it was nothing to match the deep gasping of the man in front of her. The hyur gave her an incredulous look and spat sideways into the dirt.
..... “How th’fuck did you do that?”
..... Without answering him, the girl extended an arm, palm upward, and slowly uncurled her fingers in an expectant manner.
..... “Give it back. Please.”
..... He scoffed, taking the pendant on its dangling silver chain and stuffing it into his ramshackle pants-pocket.
.....“Yeah, don’t know what th’bleedin’ fuck you mean.”
..... The aether that she’d drawn upon to feed her motion started to ebb, no longer needed at that moment to chase down an undoubtedly well-practiced runner. In her tattered travel clothes, she seemed to wilt visibly, the expression on her face and in jewel-bright eyes turning pleading.
..... “I really need it. I’m so close, I can’t lose it now. I don’t want to hurt you. Please. Give it back.”
..... For a moment, he crossed his arms over his chest and sized her up, looking the bedraggled veena over with an almost predatory intensity. She’d challenged him, even if she didn’t know it, and he wasn’t about to back down.
..... “Hurt me? Oh, I’d love t’see you try.”
..... The arms fell, and he took a threatening step towards her.
.....“Why don’t you fuck off instead, and I’ll let you run back t’your big-ass friend without tearin’ you apart?”..... Yuna’s gaze flicked toward the wall of Ul’dah, the voices of perplexed guardsmen carrying over its height to fill her with a mounting sense that time was running out. Conflicted, ignoring the nonsense the thief was spouting—save to acknowledge he had no intention of returning the holocrystal willingly—and faced with little other option, the small woman fixed him with a truly pained look.
..... “I forgive your ignorance. I hope you’ll forgive me, too.”
..... The hand extended for the jewel to be returned rotated at the wrist to aim her palm towards him now. Having seen many spellcasters at work, he had the good decency to balk.
..... “Now, wait just a fuckin—“
..... There was no time left. And the first thing that went from him was the air in his lungs. He reached up to touch his throat with one hand, and then a tighter grip with both, eyes bulging wide and staring straight at the diminutive, unimposing, road-dirtied figure of his terribly-picked mark. Without even the room to choke, the hyur fell silent, jaw gaping and closing like a fish out of water. Yuna’s fingers folded towards him in claw-like shapes, and as her fingers bent in that gesture, the thief fell to his knees before her. That might have been enough. It would have been. But then he would talk, he would spread rumors, and she couldn’t risk that...... The expression of pallid misery on her fair face persisted even as he watched the natural features she bore become nightmarishly less so. The stripes and spots that patterned her face and neck lit eerily white, the light slow-moving as if the markings were being filled gradually, or.. imbued. Her eyes followed suit, blue and green fading beneath an angelic white, prismatic and blinding. Both markings and eyes alike almost bled the energy within, white wisps like dancing smoke comprised of pure aether bleeding from those points as whatever magic she wielded amped itself up for what had to be some sort of attack.
..... However, no attack came. Not in the expected way, with some great burst of fire or a nova flash of destructive power. Instead.. the thief began to come apart. Wisps not unlike those leisurely plumes that left her radiant eyes poured from him, head to toe, and aimed toward her outstretched hand as if drawn to it by some invisible force. He felt pain like he’d never known in his life. Starvation had hurt. Broken bones had hurt. It had hurt when he got sick with some bloodfever that made him feel like he died a thousand times every sun he’d had it.
..... But this was different. This was death on a level smaller than he could imagine, the unraveling of his very essence. He never thought his death would be this.. utterly total...... Yuna held the other hand up now, and the bandit could not even scream as the process hastened, drawing the aether out of him and into herself with a frightening quickness that defied all logic and reason. She bore down on him, sucking him dry of being, forced to watch as he crumpled in his clothes, skin sinking flush to his bones, the life long-since leaving his eyes. Yuna persisted until even his bones gave way, only a pale, listless dust filling the garments of what had been a very skillful pickpocket. The energy in her markings and eyes subsided, and her hands fell to her sides, idle and limp. Sorrowfully, she knelt beside what had been a man moments before...... She took up his clothes and shook them out, stuffing them into the sack that hung at her hip cross-belted over her chest and shoulder opposite. The necklace was located and withdrawn to be tucked in a different pocket, safe for the time being. When she had finished removing the last trace of his physical self remaining, the viera stood and pushed her boot into the ash, scattering the dust of him into the sands surrounding it until neither was discernible from the other.
..... “I am so sorry,” she murmured, adjusting the strap of her pack. “Rest peacefully, little thief.”
..... With that, she turned and began her trek toward the nearest city gate, albeit with her more natural pace that was slow and almost stumbling in her body’s frail lack of surety. Mongkeh was not going to be happy about this.

Real Talk

OOC Notes and RP Comfort Levels

...... Let's pull the curtain back for a moment for real-talk. The person behind this character is an easy-going and chill sort of individual who welcomes whispers and is very open to numerous sorts of RP! There are some things that I particularly enjoy, and some I am not comfortable doing - these can be further explored in this section. While by no means an exhaustive list, it might help get an initial feel for the writer.
...... If you are interested to have something elaborated on, or are ever unsure about something, please feel free to ask! Communication is my most important stipulation for RP. Without further ado...Personal Notes
...... Φ 21+ Only
...... Φ Keep IC In-Character (Happily Married OOC)Favorite Themes
...... Φ Adventure
...... Φ Good vs. Evil
...... Φ Slice of LifePlayer Consent Required
...... Φ Permanent Injury
...... Φ Long-Term Capture
...... Φ Romance (If it makes sense story-wise, maaaybe.)
...... Φ Abuse (Physical, Mental, Emotional)Hard Pass
...... Φ Character Death
...... Φ Infidelity