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Compared to her life today? Parah's early life was a calm and gentle place. Though a lot of it is a haze to her nowadays she remembered the move with her family from Brazil to Jamaica for reasons that don't mean much anymore to her. Something about her parents striking rich and opting to retire early, at least from what she remembers about it. Instead Parah only saw it as one thing a new tropical home that she quickly settled into fairly easily. Parah was something of a handful growing up, from various dumb stunts that she was injured in to rolling with both good and bad crowds but it was the bad crowd that won out. Namely in the form of her former best friend in the world. A boy named Carrtier who already had a reputation of being a problem child. A reputation that only got worse and worse the more they hung out together. However there was an old adage about playing with fire and getting burned, something Parah learned first hand as she and Carrtier, although she would proudly claim responsibility, set fire to an abandoned home. However while her friend caught most of the blame she found herself mostly ignored. Almost totally. People assuming she was just going along with it rather than the ring leader. With the only lasting results being the burns that covered her side from her abdomen all the way down her leg to the ankle. A feeling that left Parah feeling on top of the world. As though she could do anything and no trouble would come her way. Something that proved true as she became a problem child in and of her own right.
Parah had learned a lesson in all that time. Namely how, and in an almost fitting bit of wordplay, play with fire and not get burned. Eventually her life became about one thing and one thing only. Freedom. A freedom only she could make for herself and soon enough she found her chance after a one night stand with a girl whose name she has long forgotten. She remembers the girl's stash alongside her goggles on the bed table next to her. Parah remembers stealing both as easily as though she were taking something that actually belonged to her and with that she was off. Learning as she went she became an expert with people, with bartering, and always seemed to leave with more than she came in with in terms of wealth even if that form of wealth was in no way legal. Since then she has returned to her home country of Brazil although not without partying her way across South American. Every club, every girl, every illegal substance just adding to a long list that she seemed intent on increasing. An ever constant reminder to her just how much she had managed to do on her own, no oversight, no worries, nothing except freedom and fun to greet her. She had no anchor to keep her in place and now she was free to move wherever she wanted and she wants to be everywhere.