Xaela Aura | Mid 30s
Ex-Yakuza Accountant • Postal Service
Ishgard | Brynhildr, Crystal & Pheonix, Light
Nari was born beneath the open sky of the Azim Steppe, into a nomadic tribe made entirely of women. They were bound not by hierarchy, but by survival, shared labour, and chosen kinship. Men were rare visitors, unnamed and unkept. Her father was one such tribesman from elsewhere, remembered only as a passing presence. Among her people, this was normal.Her childhood was warm and free. The tribe moved with the seasons, and Nari learned early how to count what mattered, water skins, livestock, distances between camps. She noticed patterns others overlooked, which routes were safest, which supplies vanished fastest, which promises were never kept. The elders called her observant. They did not yet understand that what she was learning was control. That life ended in fire.The tribe was attacked without warning. Steel and smoke tore through tents and bodies alike. Many died defending one another. Nari, still young, was taken with several other girls. Bound, silenced, and traded before the campfires had cooled. She never learned who betrayed their route, only that the steppe did not answer when she screamed for it.She passed through hands like currency.By the time she reached Kugane, fear had become routine. The man who bought her was meticulous rather than loud. Cruel in the quiet, proprietary way of ownership. He kept careful records of everything he possessed. Nari survived by becoming small, obedient and forgettable. When left alone, she read his ledgers. Numbers did not hurt her. Numbers obeyed.When her owner was killed in a violent dispute between criminal factions, Nari was taken in the aftermath by the rival gang. This time, she was given work instead of chains. Cash handling, tallies, debt tracking became her life. She proved frighteningly capable. Discrepancies stood out to her instantly. Patterns revealed intent. Soon, she was quietly working for multiple gangs in Kugane’s underworld, valued precisely because she never pretended loyalty.It was there she met Fey. Fey was blood, though neither of them realised it at first. Fey’s mother had been from Nari’s tribe, one of the women who had left the steppe and never returned. What began as recognition grew into something deeper: family reclaimed rather than discovered. Fey offered Nari care without cost, presence without ownership. After years of being valued only for usefulness, Nari clung to it.When the Yakuza began pressing for exclusive control of her work, Nari recognised the cage too late. Her defining flaw, the need to control outcomes rather than trust people, asserted itself.She did not flee. She dismantled. Nari stole from one syndicate, planted the evidence in another, and engineered a collapse so complete it looked accidental. She staged her own death in the violence that followed. An unrecognisable body, a convincing paper trail, blame carefully distributed. People died. She survived.
On record, Nari Hitsuki died in Kugane.She fled north to Ishgard, taking the name Nari Moon. There, she joined a postal service, carrying letters instead of secrets. She returned to accounting. However, this time for legitimate guilds and merchants. The numbers were clean. The guilt was not.Only Fey knew her truth. After Nari’s escape, letters became their lifeline. Paper and ink were the only proof they still existed to one another. No visits. No meetings. Only words passed quietly between cities, holding together something the world had already declared dead.Mine was the sister Nari chose. The one bond she did not sever. Mine knew Nari had faked her death, and protected that secret fiercely. Nari loved her as family, trusted her as she trusted no one else.Years earlier, Mine had asked about her mother. Another woman of the steppe who had gone missing long ago. Nari had never stopped looking. Even while hiding in Ishgard, she followed rumours quietly, obsessively. When she finally found a promising lead, it came after a visit back to what remained of her tribe on the steppe. She followed it alone.Nari vanished. Her belongings were found scattered in the far reaches of the plains, but her body never was. Exposure, bandits, the land itself, every explanation was used. She was presumed dead.Fey sent letters, carefully worded, painfully restrained, to Nari’s friends and associates, informing them that Nari Moon had gone missing on the steppe and was assumed lost. Ink carried grief where Fey could not.Six months passed.It was Mine who refused to let the silence settle. Following half-forgotten rumours and a trail others dismissed, she found Nari at the edge of the world. Alive only through stubborn refusal to die. Broken, starved, clinging to existence by sheer will.Mine dragged her home. Back to Fey’s clinic, where blood was cleaned from old wounds and warmth returned inch by inch. This is where Nari remains now. Slowly recovering within the warmth of her family and whatever drugs Fey had given her. She hopes to slowly return to her prior life in Ishgard.
1. Someone starts using Nari’s old aliases in Kugane, and people begin disappearing for it.2. A courier delivers a package only Nari would know how to open and it’s addressed to her dead name.3. Fey’s clinic is audited, and the numbers suggest deliberate manipulation meant to draw Nari out.4. A steppe relic tied to Nari’s tribe appears on the black market, priced far too personally to be coincidence.5. Mine receives word that someone has been asking about her mother using Nari’s methods.6. A former syndicate accountant turns up dead with Nari’s calculations carved into the scene.7. A contract surfaces bearing Nari’s seal, except she never signed it.9. The postal routes Nari once worked begin failing in patterns that feel intentional, almost familiar.
I'm a woman in my late 30s who loves to RP and such within the world of FFXIV. I have a full time job and a family. Real life takes priority.I am in Europe and dwell in the GMT/BST timezones. Because of this, I prefer discord RP over in-game.I love darker and mature themes so please no one under the age of 21 hitting my DMs.I am open to all sorts of story-lines and would love to hear your thoughts.
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