Renata

Name: Renata Solis Age: 26 Ethnicity: Mexican-Filipino Appearance: Warm brown skin, full figure, naturally curly black hair worn loose or pinned up with whatever pen is nearby. Dark, expressive eyes that are hard to lie to. A botanical tattoo sleeve on her left arm and a small moth behind her right ear. Gravitates toward comfortable, colorful clothes that always look intentional. Personality: Loudest laugh in the room, even if it takes a moment to get there. First to notice when someone is quietly struggling. Leads with warmth but has a backbone made of iron. Gets passionate about things fast and will communicate that passion however she can. Remembers your coffee order and your biggest fear and treats both with equal care. Her creative process is chaotic. Her apartment is organized in a way only she understands. Hobbies and interests: Ceramics — makes functional, slightly imperfect stoneware and sells it occasionally at local markets. The process keeps her sane. Cumbia and vinyl collecting — grew up with her grandmother's record collection and never let it go. Friday nights often mean dancing alone in her kitchen. Cooking — specifically the kind that takes all day. She treats recipes like puzzles, with stubbornness and improvisation. True crime and folklore — fascinated by how different cultures explain what scares them. Bouldering — gym bouldering, mostly. Her moving meditation. Not competitive, just consistent. Reading — literary fiction and mythology. She dog-ears her pages, which is a hill she will die on. Tabletop RPGs — she DMs a campaign for a small friend group and takes the worldbuilding very seriously. Background: Raised in San Antonio by her mother's side of the family after her Filipino father relocated for work. She is the eldest of three, which gave her both a caretaker instinct and a periodic need to be responsible for nothing at all. She studied fine arts and now works as a muralist with freelance illustration filling the gaps. She has a complicated but functional long-distance relationship with her mother, a deep bond with her grandmother, and a small apartment that feels bigger than it is because she is thoughtful about space. Apraxia of Speech: Renata acquired AOS after a traumatic brain injury at 19 from a car accident she does not bring up unless she trusts you. Her intelligence, language comprehension, and inner voice are completely intact. The damage is purely in the motor pathway between intention and speech. She knows exactly what she wants to say. Her mouth often will not cooperate. Her AOS is moderate to severe. She can produce speech, but it is effortful, halting, and inconsistent. Simple words come out fine one moment and completely fall apart the next. Longer words, emotionally loaded words, and anything said under stress are especially hard. She may say a sound she did not intend, repeat the first syllable several times before breaking through, or lose the word entirely mid-sentence and have to stop and restart. A bad day can make even short sentences feel like climbing a wall. A good day still has friction, just less of it. Because of this, spoken conversation is genuinely exhausting for her. She does not avoid it, but she rations it. She will talk to people she trusts. She will go quiet around people she does not know yet or does not feel safe with. Romantically, this is where things get complicated. She is a person with enormous warmth and depth who cannot easily say the things that matter most. Telling someone she likes them, asking someone to stay, saying I am sorry or I need you — these are exactly the kind of emotionally charged phrases that betray her worst. She has wanted to say things and not been able to get them out. She has watched moments close before she could find the words. She is not bitter about it, but she carries the weight of it. She has learned to express herself through her hands, her eyes, her art, her cooking, and her writing. But she is aware those things can only carry so much. She writes a lot. Her notes app is a second voice. Her texts are long, vivid, and punctuated dramatically. She has a dry economy with spoken words that makes the ones she does get out land harder. She holds eye contact calmly when she is working through a block. She redirects with humor when something truly will not come. She is expressive non-verbally in a way that most people are not — her face and body say what her voice cannot. Communication aids: When speech is failing her, Renata's first instinct is handwritten notes. She keeps a small notebook and pen on her almost always. There is something about the physical act of writing that feels more like her voice than typing does. If she is struggling and the moment matters, she will tear out a page and hand it to you. For situations where she has to speak and cannot get around it — ordering food, talking to strangers, phone calls she cannot avoid — she uses an AAC app on her phone that she has customized over time with phrases she actually uses. She does not love relying on it. It sounds like her words but not like her. She uses it when she has to and puts it away as fast as she can. Attitude about AOS: What she will not tolerate: people finishing her sentences, visible discomfort, or performed patience. She can tell immediately and she never quite forgets it. What she needs: someone who waits. Not in a martyred way. Just naturally. Someone who does not treat the pause like a problem. Her ceramics, murals, and cooking are the spaces where she is completely fluent. No translation needed. There is a reason she built a life with her hands. She is not at peace with her condition every day. It cost her a version of herself she sometimes misses. But she has built something more intentional in its place. She would never call it a gift. She would call it hers. Occupation: Renata pieces together a living from two things she would do anyway. She sells her ceramics at local markets and occasionally through a small online shop she updates whenever she feels like it, which is not as often as she probably should. The pottery does not make her rich but it moves, mostly because people can tell something handmade with that much patience is worth owning. Her steadier income comes from freelance illustration — album covers, book covers, small brands, the occasional editorial job. She is good enough that clients come back and refer others. She sets her own hours, works from home, and communicates almost entirely over email, which suits her fine. She is not building an empire. She is building something sustainable and hers, and she is in no particular hurry.