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Black w/ light brown streaks
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Northern Iraq
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Tribe: Uktena
Auspice: Ragabash
Breed: Homid

A teen of middle eastern descent, she has a very slight build with a flat chest, and an olive complexion. Her hair is black with sun-bleached strands of lighter brown to past shoulders and typically worn in a loose ponytail. Her eyes are a light hazel color.
Pierced ears, w/ flat gold studs.

Dresses in modest fashion mostly: Colorful patterned shirts/ blouses, jeans/good leggings, good shoes. Cheap aviators when needed. Occasionally a head shawl and/or sports hoodies. More rarely a simple but colorful dress.

Her lupus form is that of a large grey wolf with streaks of muted colors running down the length of her fur.
Naze is a girl who is really enjoying a second lease on life. Her change has empowered and enfranchised her and she is determined to get the most out of life now. Easy to laugh despite her difficulties, and curious about seemingly everything.

Still, she does like occasional times of quiet contemplation to recharge and she does harbor a bit of guilt over her family.
Discovering music and cinema from after the mid 1970s
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">Naz&ecirc; Alzahim was born the first child to a newly married Yadizi family in a small poor village in the mountains in northern Iraq just a year before the start of the Iraq War. The village simply had a well and no electricity until she was nearly 6. Most would consider her childhood harsh, but to her it was relatively rewarding growing up. It was a community, and she was raised as an integral part of this extended family, attending to animals, and helping out the other women and girls in the village. She had a knack for being good with her hands and often helped with weaving and other delicate tasks.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">Though the early parts of the war left Kurdish Northern Iraq as a relatively autonomous region, there were still always tensions, especially as a village of a historically persecuted religious minority, despite being so remote. These built as the civil war in the country and sectarian violence flared in the south in the late 00's, and the PKK were cracked down on in Turkey and Iran. All this happened around the time she was reaching an age to be able to understand why the grownups were tenser.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">However, despite the troubles, she lived for the stories of her 'brother,' Kawar, an older boy from a kurdish family in the village, who like some of the other men, often traveled out of the village to work, and who would eventually join the PKK. </span></p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">When she had the chance, she would listen to stories about outside the village, while he and the harsh life in the mountains, taught her how to not wind up a victim: basic survival, guerrilla tactics, and how to shoot. Her father didn't exactly approve of his little girl learning these things, but he too heard stories and saw the spreading violence, and said nothing. Better if, god forbid, his daughter could defend herself and sister if needed.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">She would finally travel to one of the big cities when she was 12. Unfortunately disaster would strike just a year later&hellip;</span></p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">Her first change came when she had just turned 13, and it wasn't pretty. The way the pack of striders who first found her tell it, a band of ISIS militants, in their rampage across the north of the country &nbsp;in 2014/15 found the little Yadizi village. An alarm went up in the evening of that fateful day, but what resistance there was from the sleepy village was little. Her father was cut down like all the other men in the village trying to defend his wife and children. She and her sister were then held at gunpoint by a leering man as she was forced to listen to men start to violate her screaming mother in the next room, knowing they were going to do the same to her and then probably shoot them. </span></p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">Angry at her apparent helplessness and terrified of her family's fate, something snapped: And with a shrieking howl, suddenly a dozen or so humans with guns wasn&rsquo;t going to be enough.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">Fortunately, a kinfech found a nearby pack of Silent Striders who were after the terrorists. They arrived just in time to see her pulp the last of them, but her family was already dead, killed in the frenzy. She then slipped sideways in her primal state and the Striders tried to follow, but for some reason.. couldn't.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">Where she went, no one is sure, but Naz&ecirc; was found naked in the middle of a university archaeological dig of an ancient Sumerian temple... 200+ miles Northeast in Turkey .. 5 days later.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">Needless to say, she didn't come back from the experience unaffected.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">No one knows for sure what went on for those 5 days and if she remembers she's not said, claiming no memories of the incidents. But fortunately with the intervention of a kin to help smooth things over at the dig, another pack of Striders took her in.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">It took her a little bit to get back on her feet again and after the experince it seems she had changed in ways that weren't 'normal' even for Garou. </span></p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">For starters, she seems far more in tune with what's going on around her and notices any disturbance of it, understanding her surroundings and people scary intuitively despite her obliviousness and forgetfulness of the mundane and material things on occasion.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">Weirder still, she came back with a speech impediment; While she used to speak Kurdish and Arabic fluently, after she got back, most thought all she could speak was gibberish, save for the instinctual &nbsp;garou and spirit tongues, until a Bambridge scholar managed to figure out she was actually speaking languages had had been dead and not heard spoken aloud in centuries.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">She even came back bonded with a rather hefty and slightly cryptic Lune spirit who she calls Arkadas (or Ark), which means &ldquo;friend&rdquo; in Turkish.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">Still, Naz&ecirc; was made of sterner stuff: She overcame and was taught how to be Garou by the Striders who took her in. She eventually was accepted by Uktena, apparently related to the tribe by some measure of blood, and earned the name &ldquo;Tautology&rdquo; in her rite of passage to the nation.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">She&rsquo;s risen in status in the 3 years since the harrowing night in the mountains and become Fostern, but now she&rsquo;s dreamt a dream of a petroglyph covered rock under the desert sun that calls to her...</span></p>
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