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Personality ↡
Once warmed up, Farrah can flip from being aloof and uninterested to friendly and playful. For most of her life she was shielded from many things deemed inappropriate for a princess, but she’s catching up now and she’s quick on the uptake. She enjoys uncovering new things, be it about a person or an item, and finds the process of getting there just as fun. While she usually possesses great patience, Rah can become cheeky, mocking, and even a little injurious when it finally runs out.

As a result of what happened to her during the war, Farrah can come off as detached and indifferent but she feels things and cares more than she’ll let on. Her time as a prisoner has also led to her feeling more alive in situations that could be deemed risky or dangerous to her. She doesn’t like being told what to do, but understands the importance of obeying orders and will do so — depending on who they’re coming from or what it’s about. Everything else is her call, even if it’s not the right one.

Political Opinion ↠
Farrah has great pride in Mars and looks forward to when she can do more than perform ceremonial and diplomatic duties. She does hope the peace lasts a long time but believes war is ultimately inevitable and that Mars should always be ready the moment the next one ignites.

Hyoden and Shahiti continue to be trusted allies, with Chronos being on the upswing in her book despite their time-treachery. She personally would rather not work with Phronese but is willing to put those feelings aside and allow that Kingdom to re-earn her trust when the time comes. She loves learning about Thah as her birth parent was half-Thah and originally from there. Luna is a whimsical kingdom full of fantasy, fairytales, and fashion that brings happiness to her inner child.

Biography ↡
Though never confirmed, it was widely circulated that the princess’ conception was the reason for the King’s hastily held wedding to his second consort, Aella. Like most rumors, there was a grain of truth that filled his first consort, Philippis, with bitter envy. While she had all the respect and privileges of being his first consort, she was never able to steal his heart like Aella or the consorts that followed. Aella, the half-Thah warrior from the Dynami Order, had been the King's mutual rival since they were children, but time had a way of making hearts grow fonder. The celebration of Farrah’s birth didn’t have the same grandeur as her older half-brother’s but there was no mistaking that the King was more taken with her arrival. Aella felt secure in their place and viewed Philippis not as a rival, but as a woman to keep at a distance.

The first of several attempts to bring harm to Farrah came in a rare moment Aella was parted from her, just before her first birthday. The Dynami nursemaid looking after her subdued the servant that carried it out, but not in time. The damage done to the baby’s skin would have been disfiguring and permanent had it not been for her previously unknown healing abilities. By the following morning, she appeared completely unscathed, as if it never happened.

Aella would never learn of the attempt on their daughter’s life, or the ones that followed. A royal visit to one sector of the capital turned deadly and they died the same day protecting civilians from an unrelated enemy ambush. Those responsible in both tragedies were sentenced to A’timia, a ritual of public humiliation followed by dishonorable execution. The King grieved the loss of his beloved and his daughter’s birth parent, and Mars mourned the loss of their second consort. Philippis also appeared to be mourning, but it was rumored that she could be heard laughing jovially that night with her personal staff.

As she was not an inheriting princess at the time, Farrah lived a contented daily life that allowed her to be the boisterous free spirit she was determined to be. But not even she was immune to reprimand or consequence when her playfulness tested the boundaries of her father’s final word and expectations for discipline. While she was all he had left of Aella, the King ruled his household with an even hand. Rather than discouraging her pursuits, he saw to it she was taught to do them properly. When she first showed interest in learning how to fight, he started training her personally and left her in the care of his most trusted guards when he couldn’t be there. There were half-siblings and other court children to play with, but when Richard was old enough, he was almost always first choice.

She was eight when a second ability showed itself, much to the crushing disappointment of her assailant. What was a single day for everyone was for Farrah the same awful day repeating itself over a dozen times. On the days she failed to out-smart them, she experienced things that should have killed her, and each day started the same as she remembered. Her pleas for help fell on deaf ears. How was she supposed to explain what she didn’t have a name for, had never experienced, to those who had no recollection of the previous day’s events? When she realized several loops in that metals were malleable to her touch, she devised a plan and took matters into her own hands. On the last day she was found distressed and injured but alive, while her assailant was dead under a bronze statue of Haroun the Hammer, a direct ancestor who usurped the throne from his cousin generations prior. The next morning finally came without a problem.

An investigation revealed that one her father’s subsequent consorts hired an assassin from Chronos to remove Farrah from the line of succession. The bombshell about her future was then dropped: Her half-brother, Philippis’ son and the previous heir-apparent, had succumbed to injuries from a recent raid, leaving her to be next in line, While she could not comprehend the entirety of what that meant for her, she at least knew it was far more important than becoming queen through marrying another king. She would be making big decisions for Mars and taking care of everyone in it just like her father did, and she accepted that with the bravest face a little princess could make.

Entering the formal training program for Mars’ youth was necessary for Farrah, and for the years that followed, when she was not called back to the palace, she lived as her peers did. She kept her hair clipped to the scalp. She ate, trained, and suffered alongside them. Rah even slept in the same quarters as them, but was kept separated and near her assigned guards. While she gained respect and friends in the program, it did not make her immune to resentment and scrutiny from others, which she handled by hitting and spitting back just as hard.

Putting Farrah on the front lines was too great a risk. With the time for joining the war approaching and her metal abilities in mind, she was pulled from the program, trained privately, and put into apprenticeships with palace metalworkers. Quickly she fell in love with the process of creating weaponry and took to it like a moth to a flame. Her hair grew back but she continued to keep it short and manageable. Once fully in, she was assigned to support areas, specifically the armory where she made field repairs on broken weapons and equipment. Though away from the combat lines, she saw her personal share of conflict when enemies occasionally slipped through. In her last skirmish, she watched her guards die just before she herself disappeared.

For the next eighteen months, she was in her own waking nightmare. Her living arrangements were comfortable, but that was as far as Phronesian hospitality went for a visiting princess. What followed were days of torture that she could not free herself from until the Hyoden steel on her ankle broke. It was a day that, in her deepest despair, she thought would never come, and not a day her captors saw coming. Farrah bided her time only to unleash livid, grisly retribution to anyone who stood between her and escape.

Without the valiant efforts of one Martian soldier, Dwayne Thomson, she believed she would have died or been recaptured before making it back home. Though weak and scarred, her body was still surprisingly intact. The Phronese had instead attempted to break her and her silence in different places, in ways deeper than the eye could see. The ordeal hadn’t changed everything; she still retained a lot of her spirit, but she’d grown quieter, more detached, and reacted to the world and those around her with a new sense of fearlessness and confidence. It left in her an increased resolve to merge her needs and goals with the best interests of Mars.

Farrah never returned to the front lines. Instead, she concentrated on not only regaining the skill and strength she’d lost, but surpassing it. The war ended, and when the announcement and invitation to Gunther’s post-war Academy came, it only fueled her resolve to be at her best when it was time to go.