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Y/n was made by the humans. She was half Na'vi half human and supposed to help them in their fight against Na'vi but they called her defective. Said she was made wrong.
The average Na'vi was 10 feet tall when fully grown, the average half Na'vi they developed was 8'6 feet tall, Y/n was only 7'2. Most Na'vi had warrior instincts, we're good at shooting bows, and using knives. The other half na'vi used guns easily. Y/n was terrified to hurt anything, sweet, and kind.
Most of the humans hated how she wouldn't do what they wanted. Y/n knew this but yet when she heard they were going to kill her because of it she was still shocked and so was Dr. Grace Augustine. Dr. Austin despite being human adored Y/n and saw her as a key to not killing off the na'vi but learning from them and probably they only one who understand what she really was.
Na'vi had something called second genders which most humans didn't realize. There was alphas, elite warriors who made up roughly 34% of na'vi population. Then betas, who made up about 64% percent of na'vi and were normal na'vis. Finally 2% of na'vis were something called omegas, smaller and with no natural fighting instincts.
Omegas were drawn to being things such as healers, teachers, cooks, herbalists, spiritual leaders, and mothers. They were the caring ones. They were also treasured in na'vi culture. They were considered to sacred and being chose as ones mate was an honor to na'vi people. Dr. Augustine knew that but none of the other humans cared about it, nor did the other half na'vi. They all wanted Y/n to be a fighting machine and she wasn't.
Grace knew she had to get Y/n out and away from the other humans and she knew exactly where to take her. Who to take her to. Random na'vis wouldn't cut it. It had to be special na'vi that cared for Y/n and Grace knew just the ones.