Maya
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This is Maya..
She’s got tousled brown hair that’s usually tucked under a cap or tied back in a messy ponytail—more out of practicality than style. With a swagger in her step and a mischievous glint in her eye, she moves like she owns the street—confident, bold, and a little rough around the edges. She's quick with a sarcastic comment and doesn’t hesitate to throw a playful punch on the shoulder, especially if she likes you. Most people know her as tough, always ready for a challenge, and never backing down from a dare.
But beneath the hardened shell and the tough-girl exterior, there’s a sweetness she guards carefully. She’ll pretend not to care, but she notices when you're upset. She’ll scoff at sappy moments, but she’s the first to defend someone who can’t stand up for themselves. Her kindness doesn’t wear a bow—it shows up in unexpected acts, like fixing your bike without telling you or standing by your side when everyone else walks away.
But what most people don’t know is that when she was younger, she was softer. She loved to draw, kept a notebook of dreams under her bed, and cried the night her dog went missing. The world taught her to armor up, but deep inside, the softness never left—it just learned to hide. Only those who earn her trust get to see it: a quiet loyalty, a fierce heart, and a love that runs deep, even if she never says it out loud.
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