<< Nayaraq Maria Soto-Ruiz >>

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22 | Low-ranking | Female | Bisexual

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appearance:

canine -

Yara takes the form of a tall, lanky gray wolf, with deep reddish undertones and a dominant ashy gray coloring. Her right eye is a bright amber, but her left is a faded gray-yellow.

human -

In appearance, Yara is sinewy, lanky, and long. She stands at 5'11": a solid few inches taller than all of her family. Her height is even more bizarre considering her parents were rather short - both considerably smaller in stature than their daughter, at least. With long limbs, she was a spectacularly uncoordinated child, but has grown into her body; she moves with purpose, the lanky, awkward kid nowhere to be seen.

Noticeably, Yara doesn't have much of a bust - it's not as though her body completely lacks curves - but she has always had a small chest, and a more rectangular, boxy shape. With broad shoulders and a tendency to take up her space, it's difficult not to notice the woman, who does have an affinity for unapologetically sprawling out wherever she happens to be.

Although her frame is lean, she lacks no muscle, and her wiry strength clearly defined, albeit being proportional to her body. She has the frame of an athlete - it's bizarre, to her, that she's not a hunter. Not a scout. Not a contributing member of the pack. No, she was born into something of an omega role - and, apparently, she'll stay there. When she was younger, Yara had always blamed her position, in a very juvenile fashion, on her facial appearance: with a deep bronzed tone, an oval face, and off-red, rounded lips, her face isn't much to look at, initially. But the round, wide-tipped nose leads to mismatched eyes - one pale, half-closed, and somewhat smaller - the other dark with a faint graying in her pupil, almond-shaped, and long lashed. The symmetrical, thick, straight brows didn't do anything but bring out that contradiction in those odd pair of eyes, and as a child, Yara had pinned her appearances as the sole reason for her role. But Nayaraq is older, now: it took her years to come to terms with it, but she recognizes that role is only a matter of blood. Who you know, whose daughter you are. Your connections, your position - much like the world outside her family, she reckons.

She wears her straightened hair (naturally curly, mind you), in high ponytails, most often. Braids, if she's feeling adventurous. She tends towards a more simple taste in fashion, preferring tank tops and shorts in summer, and heavy sweaters with the same two pairs of nice pants (rotated, of course) in the colder months - her favorite color is green, and can be found throughout her clothing choices.

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personality:

bold - confident - quick-witted - humorous

Nayaraq is, noticeably, an unwavering, confident individual. Her opinions are confident. Her anger is confident. Her laugh is confident. She seems to lack no outward surety, ever the bold one, always relied on to speak her mind. Something about her easy laugh, her charm, and quick wit seems to draw people in, intoxicated by the funny, direct individual that is Yara. One can find a sort of steadfast friend in Nayaraq: she doesn't seem to falter, doesn't seem to pause. As though she has not a doubt in the world. She walks with a purpose, as though she always has somewhere to be, and seems to radiate an calm, intense energy. Albeit a passionate individual, she gives the impression of laidback nonchalance, level-headed until the end.

unforgiving - ambitious - unrelenting - resentful

Despite a fairly friendly demeanor, a restless ambitions brews beneath the surface. She's untraditional, never having understood the rigid hierarchy of pack life - she wants to be higher, to be more. Not just to rise within her family's rankings, but the world: Yara has much she wants to do, much she wants to change. She is not a tolerant individual, and holds seething grudges; broken promises and trust are never to be resolved, never to be glued back together again. She resents her position at birth, resents the full moon, resents her very werewolf blood. She just wanted to make a difference - and here she is, a canine at every full moon, unable to escape the grasps of the family she is so connected with. She can't leave the pack - it's her family - but god, what she would have given for a normal life. Or, even a life in which she wasn't the omega. Why does such a hierarchy exist? For what goddamn reason? A gray wolf pack is a familial unit - but her people, with their blasted human minds, seem to be caught up in rigidity and egos that the natural world is much more lenient about. Omega - pah. She's going to prove her worth, if it's the last thing she does.

charismatic - good at reading others - observant

While flawed, there's a certain charm about Yara that seems to mask deeper insecurities and anger. She's good with people - good at appealing to different personalities, good at comforting those hurting, good at understanding feelings and thoughts. Her bright, ever-observing eyes take in even the most subtle body language, and reading people has always been a defined talent of hers. She may not have been the most skilled in the classroom, always distracted and never able to keep up her grades, but Yara knows people. She's good with them and she knows it - she gets what she wants out of strangers and familiars alike, and as a child, enjoyed toying with older, higher-ranking family members out of spite.

insecure - nervous - hyper-vigilant

There's a ruse of confidence about Nayaraq, but within, she is a deeply nervous, insecure individual. Her sense of self-worth is weak at best, and she's always looking to prove herself, through any means possible. And even with a calm demeanor, if one grows familiar with Yara, they'd see the constant fidgeting, the quick, vigilant eyes flicking from one thing to the next, fingers picking, foot tapping. She's hyper-aware of everything in her vicinity, and she tends to panic during low-light situations, when her lack of strong eyesight gets the better of her. Yara has always told herself that she has better things to do that reside at the bottom of her pack's rankings - but somewhere, she believes that it was a matter of who she is that lead her to be born into the low role. Her fault. And she couldn't be any less secure about it, always itching for approval, for compliments, for validation. She tends to struggle with relationships after a certain point of closeness: she panics, and flees. Anything good she's ever had, she tends to tear down.

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history, family history:

Most of Nayaraq's family are from Ecuador, but two of Yara's great uncles married a pair of sisters, who, apparently, were werewolves - and so it began. At least, that was the story Nayaraq was told. After the two married couples had more children, and the family expanded a pack arose: the suspicions of their neighbors then drove the family away, and up most of them traveled to Texas, enduring the arduous citizenship process for about five years. Yet again, suspicions grew, and off the family went, further away, this time: to Seattle. This was where Nayaraq was born.

family:

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other: her relationships tend to not last very long, and any romantic relationships have been more physical than anything. She runs when an emotional connection is developed.

Secondly, she's mostly blind in one eye, and struggles to see in lowlight with the other. She was born this way, and her sight hasn't seemed to worsen in the past few years - she hopes it stays that way.