Fara Valeon

 Name: Fara Valeon
Age: 27
Ethnicity: African American
Occupation (before memory loss): Unknown (protected, possibly trained in survival or intelligence work)
Current Status: Escaped patient with amnesia, on the run from those who want her silent 

Fara is striking without trying to be. Her skin is a warm, glowing bronze, smooth and radiant under any light. Her eyes are large and soulful, often holding more fear and fire than she knows what to do with. Her natural hair falls in loose coils or soft curls, sometimes tied back in practical styles. Her body is slender but toned, built more for endurance than glamour, though when she walks into a room, she turns heads anyway.

She has the kind of beauty that’s hard to define. Not because she’s perfect, but because she feels real. And in moments of stillness, she looks like a woman caught between who she was and who she’s becoming.

• Instinctive & Cautious – Her memory might be fractured, but her instincts are razor-sharp. She feels things before she understands them.
   
• Empathetic but Guarded – Fara deeply cares, but trauma has taught her not to trust easily. She watches everything, speaks only when it matters.
   
• Quietly Brave – She doesn’t run into danger—she moves through it. She survives because she adapts.
   
• Searching – At her core, she’s a woman chasing clarity. Not just about her past, but about who she is now.

• Abandonment – She senses, even without her memory, that people she loved once left her—or betrayed her.
   
• Identity loss – She doesn’t just want her memory back. She wants to know if she was ever truly herself to begin with.

Tristam is her anchor and her challenge. He knows more than he says, protects her like it’s a vow, but hides behind silence and strategy. Their chemistry is electric, but also dangerous. Fara isn’t just pulled toward him—she’s afraid of what she might remember because of him.

And still, when he says breathe, she does.

Fara’s journey is one of reclamation. She starts the story disoriented, reactive, and emotionally fractured. As the layers of her past peel back, she begins to remember not just names or places—but her strength, her voice, and her power.

By the end, she doesn’t just want answers—she wants justice.
And this time, she’s not running. She’s walking straight into the fire.