Post by Yjrn Mistwander on Sept 8, 2020 16:05:24 GMT -5
Yjrn is a tall and delicate looking woman, with the careful movements of a huntress and the grace of one who lives ever on her toes. Her skin is deeply tanned and crossed faintly with scars and callouses, and her dark red hair is cropped short, save for the a single braid hanging long over her shoulder with mingled with the palest yellow strands woven in. Though perhaps what stands out most are tall, leporine ears raising from her head.
Her eyes are wide and crisp, clear green. Her nose is small and it not uncommon for it to twitch faintly as she always samples the air. Tattoed down the bridge of it is a green diamond under which is a thin, downward arrow; the marks of her tribe. Her fingers are capped with nails that border on being claws, and the same can be said for the toes at the end of her digitgrade legs.
Post by Yjrn Mistwander on Sept 8, 2020 16:05:35 GMT -5
The quickest way to describe Yjrn Mistwander is 'vaguely distressed'. Prone to over-thinking, worry, and anxiety it's a wonder she is a capable combatant at all. Capable she is, however, a natural for various forms of combat though she takes best to the quick thinking and quick moving school of machinery; a gunslinger some would call her. Despite her seemingly nervous nature she is the first person you will find on the front lines, the first person to put herself into danger. Often will she bite off more than she can chew and refuse to ask for help, refusing to let anyone endanger themselves on her behalf. She is driven to help, to solve problems great and small, for is that not why the Mist lead her from her home?
She may have grown and matured much since she left the Golmore Jungle to adventure in the lands of Eorzea, but there are still many things which surprise her and bring her wonder. Fascinated by novelty and new experiences she can still show surprising naivety and child-like fascination.
Post by Yjrn Mistwander on Sept 8, 2020 16:05:48 GMT -5
A viera child of the Iryut tribe in the Golmore Jungles, Yjrn is not the name that she was given at birth. Raised amongst the women of her tribe she was taught to hunt, to gather the bounty of the jungle, to respect always the law of the Green Word. That was their duty, as the People of the Wood, and like her sisters she would suffer no outsiders, would honour the sacred ground of the wood. She listened and obeyed the will of the Mist, the energy that infused all life that her people were so sensitive to.
She would live and die by the Green Word, until the Mist had other ideas for her. She attempted to speak with her elders, to plead with them her case, but they would not hear her. They would not hear the Words that the Wood spoke to her. She tried to ignore it, to live amongst her sisters, but the constant whispers would drive her mad if she did not obey. Was it not, ultimately, the purpose of her people to obey the Word of the Wood and all it demanded of them?
It was in the dark of night that she left. Mayhap one day they would learn they were wrong, that by leaving the village she was not abandoning the Wood but following it's Word. But she would never know it, she was banished from the tribe and would never return. She found her way to the coast and ultimately found herself on a ship for Limsa Lominsa. It was there that she heard a word that came to be a badge of honour to her. Wrapped in the lyrics of a song about sea and sky, about wanderlust and adventure, the word Yearn. Unfamiliar with the Eorzean tongue she spelled it the best she knew how, Yjrn.
Soon it would become clear to her why she was compelled to leave the Jungle. A chosen of Hydalean, a Warrior of Light, there was a greater war to be had and she was to play her part. To the best of her ability would she strive to do so.