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Name: Faridah Amari
Age: 19
Gender: F
Height: 5'2
Weight: 95
Ethnicity: Pakistani
Sexual Orientation: Bi
Religion: Ex-Muslim
Occupation: Student/Monarch

Ability: Castle
Faridah can manipulate matter around her to construct and manipulate buildings, furniture, landscaping, anything she knows the workings of. Whether as a hard limit or psychological block, she can only use this power in an area she consders 'Hers' to build permanant structures, or furniture for those structures. Likewise, she can only manipulate matters that is 'Hers' or at least 'Nobodys'. Other people and their things are immune to direct manipulation, though she can still throw things at them. She can break, reshape and fuse chunks of the same materiel, but can only use what is within her domain, and cannot speed up chemical reactions beyond stirring. As the structures have to be somewhat permanant she can't make a stack of spears, but could construct a fixed ballista. She doesn't know enough about firearms to construct more than a simple cannon, for now...



Background: Born to a strict traditional family, Faridah struggled against the limitations she felt from 'outdated religous rules'. It was always made clear to her that she'd obey her parents for as long as she stayed under their roof, and that didn't show any signs of changing.

Then the Storm happened, and everything changed. What she wanted most, her own space where she was in charge, came to her. At first, while she was sick with the 'Storm Fever' it was just her bedroom. The doors kept everyone out, pipes burst open and pinched closed to deliver her water, bedclothes changed themselves. When the fever broke and she was coherent, she realised what she could do. Her father was furious, for the damage to the house, for her disrespect to him... Faridah found she couldn't affect the rest of the house. That was still 'His' clearly. But she could leave.

Taking only a suitcase of clothes (And very purposely no headcoverings) Faridah entered the city ruins, exploring around the middle until she found a collapsed building with a nice supply of metal and rock. 'This is mine now' she told herself, and slowly at first, gaining speed as she gained confidence, a house started to form. At first it was just big enough for her. Some people tried taking it for themselves. She grew the walls thicker, a roof with battlements from which she could throw rocks developed. Then some people asked nicely to move in. They brought food and tools, so the castle grew more rooms. Trial and error developed plumbing, a kitchen, more comfortable furniture... Faridah's new underlings, and jealous enemies were growing. She started to feel like a queen.
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