First Impressions
Half-asleep and looking for a soft spot to rest. Worn armor repeatedly damaged and patched up and a simple blade hanging from her hip, or plain clothes designed more for comfort than looks. Plain features with piercing silver eyes.
Age: Early 30s
Gender: Female
Height: 5’2”
Occupation: Mercenary / Soldier / Adventurer
Appearance: Unassuming, of average height and build, easily overlooked
Personality: Quiet and soft-spoken, slow to anger, loyal
Relationship: Forever single, romantically clueless
Build: Slim and athletic, slightly scarred
Likes: Naps, coffee, sunny spots, money, exploring
Dislikes: Open waters, sailing, the cold, stupidity, excessive altruism
DC: Crystal
World: Malboro
Discord: rathorus
About
Quiet and unassuming, you'd be forgiven for overlooking Faradan along your travels. Her soft-spoken demeanor belies her steadfast resolve and the well-worn armor and simple blade at her hip show, to a careful observer, someone who has seen their fair share of conflict. You're likely to find Fara either out on the roads or within the inns and taverns of the major city-states as she looks for whatever work may come her way - from guard or escort duty, to dungeon and ruin delving, this capable woman will take it on, provided the pay is decent enough. Far from being outspoken or vocal, she chooses to show herself through her actions and deeds.
Origin
Faradan grew up an orphan on the streets of Ul'Dah, scrounging and scavenging for whatever scraps came her way. With no family, and no true friends, Fara came to idolize the Brass Blades. Young and foolish as she was, the power and authority that they presented drew her in, and, as soon as she was old enough, she joined the ranks. As she aged, she saw more and more of the corruption within the ranks of the Brass Blades, and their loyalty to the Monetarists over the people of Ul'Dah drove her from them.
Breaking out on her own, she eventually joined a ragtag group of mercenaries. Though small, the company traveled across Thanalan, helping out those who were struggling and doing what the Brass Blades could, or simple would, not do. Throughout the few years she was with the company, their numbers dwindled, either to casualties along the way or through silent exits in the night brought on by the dismal pay and work. Fara stuck with them until the end, learning everything she could from the more veteran members of the group, and has fond memories of the times spent on the dusty roads.
The company disbanded after the fall of Dalamud. While some went to help their families and those affected by the calamity, others saw it as a foretelling of the end and simply sought to flee. Left alone again, Faradan takes on whatever odd jobs she can. Now a veteran in her own right, Fara tries to help new adventurers along their journeys and hopes to one day open a coffee shop far from the conflicts of the world.