<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/62/232675_1317007030_orig.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Farrah bint Khaleel<br/><strong>Player:</strong>Dhi<br/><strong>Concept:</strong>Water cop<br/><strong>Trouble:</strong>The greatest offenders to water waste are also the wealthiest citizens of Sha'ib. Farrah's maternal uncles are a constant trouble.<br/><strong>Sex:</strong>Female<br/><strong>Age:</strong>Mid-20s<br/><strong>Orientation:</strong>Lesbian<br/><strong>On’s:</strong>Water, charity, philosophical absolutes, intelligence, also this filth (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=114205)<br/><strong>Off’s:</strong>Classism, injustice, corruption, being praised on appearances<br/><strong>Race or People:</strong>Hadaree<br/><br/><strong>Appearance:</strong><br/>Hair: Dense, warm brown, worn short to a warrior's needs<br/>Eyes: Honey hazel with epicanthal folds called "slant-eyed"<br/>Height: 5'10"<br/>Weight:  172 lbs (200 fully armored)<br/><br/><strong>Description:</strong><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cb/Paladin_by_sonellion-d6apsni_left.png)</div>Comfortable within armor, confident without by merit of acuity and trained fitness alone, Farrah carries only the lion cub's instincts of her proud warrior heritage, but rarely does a man speak past her. Chapped lips have weathered the hot desert with little luxury, suffered damage as a woman raised by her father, apart from the secret techniques of Sha'ib women. Dense, dusty brown hair would be full of vibrant body if she allowed it to grow out, but the bright jewels of her eyes are far too irreverent, the twist of a smile on her soft features too self-satisfied, to ever fit into that mold. This model of the stalwart nomad's wife has become defective through urban living and broken home, and she will never be like her mother's mother- she is a different beast entirely.<br/><br/>Her style, in dress, is drab and rust and ready for the mud, but so often it is not her choosing what to wear, and her shoulders shift uneasily in her kaftans, her butterfly abaya, her priestly bisht, and any kind of perfume is beyond her. Instead she carries the incidental scents of hot evaporation, mud-brick dust, and the quietly restrained strength of a body trained for war but put upon the path of peace.<br/><br/><br/><strong>One Unique Thing:</strong>At night Farrah dreams of an age long ago when all the Great Dune Sea was enveloped in frozen water. The meaning of these troublesome dreams is unclear.<br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong>A conscientious girl with an ascetic father grew into an idealist, a ponderer of truths, a righteous soul. The force of will leveled against an imperfect world was unbreaking as the sultan's marble, and Apsu gave it steel to wield, saying<em>the moral truth you seek lies in these waters. </em>Great Apsu was not wrong, and more than many Hadaree, Farrah has come to understand the custom of the Bedu, her heritage, her mother's people. A sense of humor and implacable love for her fellow man helps her to weather this haboob, but it is a sunless road, and all who brave it are ultimately alone.<br/><br/><strong>Skills:</strong>Teaching, Water Science, Urban Tracking, Massive Animal Handling, Ankus-Fighting<br/><br/><strong>Residence:</strong>A small private quarters within the priests' wing of the Madrassa dar Apsu, accessed by the parting of a bead curtain through a horseshoe arch, looking through mashrabiya windows to a rising sun which casts her chambers in sufficient light for prayer and rest but little else.<br/><br/><strong>History:</strong>The Bedu family of al-Farani raised many fine daughters, each strong, lovely, and dutiful. To the ends of the Great Dune Sea they were married, bringing peace between Bedu houses through lines of blood. The stout hearts, steady aim, and breathtaking neeedlework of these wives were legendary, and they were, to their husbands, a complementary whole. There were few treasures more coveted.<br/><br/>And then there was Shahnaaz, whose name means<em>bride of a king. </em><br/><br/>Shahnaaz was married to a Hadaree priest, Khaleel; a wealthy man with good standing in the ruling elite of Sha'ib. Khaleel had never known such thirst for life as with Shahnaaz by his side, and her companionship changed him. Khaleel began to introduce a relativist brand of philosophy to the teachings of Asaheem, and for this heresy his authority was stripped from him, and he was cast out by his peers. With Khaleel no longer a fit husband for such a fine woman, the family of al-Farani declared the marriage void and demanded her return. Shahnaaz's brothers hounded them relentlessly, for no child had been born, and by the old laws their marriage had not been sealed.<br/><br/>Shahnaaz and Khaleel loved one another without regret. Shahnaaz stood by her philosopher-husband against the tides of religion, politics, and family feud, and a dozen times they escaped death or separation, each an equally terrible fate. Khaleel the Ulama gained a devout following, and was called a prophet, and the coming of his first child was celebrated- now Shahnaaz and Khaleel could truly be man and wife, and no force could move them. The girl was named Farrah, and Shahnaaz bore her privately, without the aid of the matrons of Ashaheem nor the Bedu midwives. Though Farrah was born healthy and whole, Shahnaaz did not survive. Her loss caused Khaleel to surrender his ambitions, and turn his remaining vigor to raising a child.<br/><br/>Here ends the story of Shahnaaz and Khaleel, or perhaps it ends with the strong spirit of Shahnaaz debating the heavens for the admittance of the husband who will one day follow her.<br/><br/>Here begins the story of Farrah bint Khaleel.<br/><br/>A shadow hounded this girl from childhood. The shadow of her father's heresy made the church a sinister, disapproving place. The shadow of Shahnaaz's death created a distance between she and her father which could never be bridged. And there were strange men, her uncles, who would ride out from the deep desert and ask about her,<em>how fares the girl? Have you begun to teach her the ways of her people? </em>Their disapproving dark-eyed stares and swords scented of blood made Farrah afraid, and worse was her father's fear of them. Everywhere her efforts were met with displeasure.<br/><br/>Farrah bint Khaleel stood alone.<br/><br/>This girl, it is told, grew strong and fierce like the al-Farani maidens, like a weed against Khaleel's wishes. From a tender age she understood the philosophy of the great masters to win her father's approval. There was no time spent idle, no challenge Farrah would allow to defeat her. It was here that Great Apsu, Lord of Oases, entered her life. There was a true and absolute measure of morality, a social contract whose value was inherent to all men regardless of creed, and that measure was water. Farrah became a teacher for the madrassa, and in the tradition of her mother, she became a warrior, one role indistinguishable from the other.<br/><br/>In her role as Bull of Apsu, Farrah bint Khaleel has been called to resolve disputes over water. For her mixed blood, for her unflinching ethics, and for the reputation of her matrons, she was deemed a fair arbiter of water rights, warden of clean water, and judge of the immoderation. But these waters run as deep as the maze, and through them, there is blood.<br/><br/>Apsu stand with this girl, Farrah bint Khaleel<br/><br/><strong>Equipment:</strong><br/>Damascened, electroplated<strong>ankus</strong>styled after a hippopotamus and two-pronged splash of water<br/>Blued plate and lamellar<strong>armor</strong>blessed by the holy Jugs of Apsu for buoyancy and rustlessness in water<br/>Fustian mud<strong>garb</strong>for gritty maze work, toughened against glass and sharp stones<br/>Azure<strong>wrap</strong>for harsh desert climes