Description: 5 foot 6 inches tall, 137lbs. Farrah has long light brown hair which is usually tousled and thrown up in something that resembles a bun, or would if there weren’t huge strands sticking out every which way. Hazel eyes peer from an oval face, and her smile (while pretty) is sometimes a bit off-putting, especially if you don’t know why she’s smiling.

Background: Farrah was born in Mid-Paradi, and that is probably where she’ll remain for the rest of her life. She’s a bit of a realist. Her parents always thought of doing better, moving up in life to the plate above and would talk about how much better their family would be. It never happened and by the age of 17, Farrah had lost both of her parents.

Farrah was educated, though she never officially graduated from high school since she had to take on the responsibilities of being a single person on her own. Her father had been a machinist/metal worker, and Farrah had fallen right in his footsteps finding that she had a bit of a gift for making metal do what she wanted. Not having any formal training she did any work that would come her way but it wasn’t ever enough. Eventually she lost her family’s small home and was forced to live on the streets.

Luckily, or not so luckily, she found a home to share with a small band of runaways and thieves. Farrah did her best to stay honest. Honesty is the best policy, however that didn’t always work out either and she’d picked her fair share of locks, and stolen her fair share of goods. People have to eat after all.

Farrah is 23 now, and has managed to move slightly upward in the world. She works her ass off and can afford a little shoebox of a home to live in. It’s just an open space with a tiny kitchen, a bathroom and a bed, but it’s good enough. She’s typically in some kind of coveralls, and though she’s girly to some degree, no amount of scrubbing seems to get out the grime that constantly finds its way under her nails.