Jyarila
Name: Jyarila - Riri or Rila work as nicknames. As Jyarila says her name, the J is silent. It's "yah-reel-ah".
Age: 18
Gender: pure ladiness
Prisoner: yes
Crime: dust possession + intent to distribute
Candidate: hell yeah rila wants a dragon
Former Craft/Rank: nothing.
Appearance: Jyarila is not a particularly feminine woman and she's damn fine with that. Taller than her sibling (but not many are shorter, she frequently jokes) at 5'8, she possesses a fairly similar appearance. She has the same hazel green eyes, flecked with green and gold, though hers are more sure than her sibling's. She has fuller lips and lower cheekbones than them and her smile seems meaner - or at least, that she knows something you don't and loves it. Like Jyszar, though, she's frequently found smiling, though her smiles are small and subtle, as opposed to Jys' blatant ones, most of the time. She has the same strong nose that runs through her family, but it's crooked from breaks. Her hands are delicate and not work-roughened, and she does her best to keep her nails immaculate even in Warden's - a lady has to have her small joys, after all. Her hair was the same, the same dark brown curly hair that her sibling has, but she'd always kept it long. Of course, she'd then usually chosen to sweep it up and pin it up off her neck, but it was down past her collarbone before she'd been caught and brought to Warden's... When they'd shaved her head, she'd cried like a child.
Even when she and Jys weren't in prison, Rila was never the type of girl to wear dresses or skirts; they were loose, yes, but they got caught and could be yanked down or away, giving anyone she was tussling with or trying to get away from a hold on her. No, breeches and loose pants were always Jyarila's favourite because they were light and easy to move in and kept her thighs from rubbing together and chafing, because regardless of the fact that Jyarila had never really worked out, she wasn't a small girl. Capable, like her Papa, her strength now would never lead one to think she'd been an infant they'd swore wouldn't see her first sunset; her thighs and arms aren't overly huge, but neither are they stereotypically feminine or demure.
Personality: ... But that's okay, because Jyarila wants ******** all to do with "stereotypically feminine". She's been aware, since she was 7 and announced with all the certainty of the world that she was a girl, that she just isn't girly enough for some people. How dare this little girl - if she even was such a thing (thing!), she heard the whispers, because she wasn't an idiot - be a little girl and still wish to play the games that little boys play, still wish to wear pants and sturdy shirts instead of blouses and skirts? While Rila grew into an appreciation for blouses in pretty, soft materials and nice colours when she could get them, she never found the allure in skirts. There was too much on the line for wearing skirts, too many chances for someone to put their hands up one, and she wouldn't stand for that risk. Already called a tomboy much of the time - and that she could stand, because she was and she loved it - she didn't want people to revert to calling her Jyaril and acting as though she was a boy instead of the girl she knew she was - and that, at least, her eldest sibling respected. She loves wrestling and playing rough games; unlike her sibling who only fought for their/her safety, Jyarila fought because she wanted to, because it was fun, and because she felt alive. She's yet to break a bone, but her nose has taken a few hits.
In a lot of ways, Jyszar's coddling gave Jyarila the room to be much their opposite. Where Jyszar suspects the worst of everyone, Jyarila frequently can't bring herself to. She loves everyone, after all, because everyone has equal chance to be great. That shouldn't be mistaken for blind faith, however; she recognises that liking someone doesn't mean they're perfect and understands that these potential friends may have awful opinions. That doesn't crush her and she doesn't blind her eye to it - some people are just awful and that's OK. She doesn't care very much. Unlike Jyszar, too, she wears her heart on her sleeve. Her emotions are usually very visible on her face and in her bearing and posture; she has no sense for deception or lying and is quite bad at it when she tries; Jyszar has always said she turns a bit green around the edges and she's never been able to deny or verify this. When Rila is mad, she's very mad. When she's happy, she's very happy. Her default state is a kind of vague happiness.
She goes out of her way to talk to people - or she used to. This has gotten toned down quite a bit because of her brother. She's not an idiot, not at all, and while Jyszar fancies themself the best at lying, they aren't either and she can see the stress that they feel and it kills her. She knows that blindly trusting and like people drives Jyszar apoplectic and so, in an attempt to minimise her stress on their life, she's cut it down. After all, she doesn't know what she'd do without her sibling.
The two are similar in one big way: their loyalty. While Rila is a lot quicker to love then Jys, she loves no less shallowly. She loves with all her heart - and Rila is nothing if not a girl of big passions. She's equally defensive and, as she notes her sibling's slow breakdown, she gets uncharacteristically testy, even with her friends, and is quicker and quicker to jump to their aid even when they don't need it.
Prison hasn't had the same effect on Rila - if anything, it's had the opposite. Prison is far from the best thing that's happened to her and far from anything she'd wish on herself again, but it's better than the aimless nothingness she had at home. Considering she's already been at Warden's a year, she's sure she'll get out before she's 25 and so will have plenty of life left, and it's helped to teach her how much better she feels when she has a purpose in her life instead of feeling aimless.
History: Her first memory is of Jyszar. She's a little kid, wrestling with them, and they're letting her win before they double up their efforts and practically tackle her to their chest - and, considering she's 5 and they're 13, this is hard in her little mind - and just holds her. Her first memory of her sibling and she knows only their moments of weakness. It's why she's been bewildered her whole life that Jyszar has always been so determined to hide their weaknesses, their humanness, from her.
At 7, when she'd declared in a matter of fact, "that's that" tone that she was a girl as equally as Ila and Mila were girls, Jyszar had finally cracked. She remembered her tiny baby heart aching for her big sibling, the person she looked up to who was so brave to make themself not a person so that the others didn't have to, and she added in the same tone, just to him because they weren't ready for Mama and Papa to know (and Mama and Papa had reacted poorly; Rila would not want to go second either), "If you don't feel like you're either, then you're not!!! And that's OK!!!!! And don't let anyone tell you different!!!" before pecking them on the cheek and running off to go play with her friends.
At 10, when they'd left, her life had started to fall apart a bit at a time. While Ila, Mila, and Lari were supportive, as supportive as a 15 and two 12 year olds could be who supposed they understood but couldn't fathom what it felt like, their parents weren't. Part of the reason that Rila loathes the excuses that she isn't feminine and thus not a woman is because they assured her that she was a boy because she acted like a boy instead of sitting around and looking pretty like Ila and Mila did, and they got extremely upset when Rila assured them that Mila and Ila did not want to sit around looking pretty all day either and would rather play with Lari and her.
She'd found more solace out of the home than in and managed to correct most people (who, she now assumes, thought she was simply an ugly little DFAB person) that she was a she and not a he and the Dust sellers were particularly interesting to her. They had money and were interesting - at least the not Dust addled ones - and could buy her sweets or other things she liked. She came to idolise them. They were stand ins for her parents, the false sort of security of love that she couldn't find anywhere else. She hadn't started selling yet but she spent her time looking up to the clean Dust dealers and wanting money so that maybe her parents would look up to her and see her instead of practically ignoring her.
She was 15 when she sold Dust for the first time, barely 15, and she bought herself a belated present for her birthday with her first cut. It was only a year more until the ever watchful Jyszar caught her and stuck to her like a burr. Only a year more before they were caught.
Another, and they were here.
Other stuff: nothin, i think?
