Description: Nephe is pretty in a common sort of way. She had a diamond shaped faced with large deep set eyes, her nose is straight and long with wide nostrils. She has pretty lips but the top lip is rather thin. Her skin which would be a pearly ivory has large intrusive freckles that look drawn on and cover most of her face in brown patches. They only taper off on her neck that is otherwise clear. They begin again on her left shoulder and down her back and pepper on her thighs. They are not small or faint but large and round like a portrait of pointillism. Her hair is a deep auburn that in certain cool lights has burgundy to maroon hues but otherwise looks a deep blood red. Her eyelashes are dark reds and browns that frame her only real striking asset, her azure eyes that beam from her broken brown and ivory complexion. She's tall but not very lean. She inherited her mother's thick thighs and peach shaped bottom. Unfortunately she's hardly an hourglass as her weight goes into a pear shape. Nephe keeps her hair in a simple single braid and prefers to wear warm browns, greens and some purples. She likes to keep her hair out of the way and her look modest.

Personality: Calm oceans have much in common with Nephelae. Her smile is warm and her presence is calming. She laughs easily with children and will be interested in anything they bring her. She seems to always have an answer for them and a story before letting them wander off again. One could tell the Queen of Endings crafted her soul to be a caretaker and educator. She is patient and ready with kisses and cuddles on hand. Like the ocean set in her eyes, one shouldn't disrespect or cross her or they might glimpse her dangerous depths. She was trained to raise the children of nobles and takes it seriously. Still there is a mischievous sparkle and something exotic about her soul that thirsts. Many things she leaves unspoken as a shield. Her serene countenance that masks something wild and subtle.

Background: There are few born in lower status than Nephe was. Her mother Runa was a thrall, her father...well her mother didn't speak much of him. Either he'd left her or died but Nephe merely assumed it was little more than a fling for him. He didn't care enough in her mind that if he did leave, he left them there in that house on the Mourning Isles. Runa was a wet nurse that became a nursemaid. She grew up along side her mother's charges and was permitted in the room during lessons. She was trained by her mother to be a nursemaid but Nephelae could not deny her heart was in books, legends and places faraway. She burned with questions but she was her mother's helper. She had hints of where her mother had come from. She'd been taken in a raid from the Northlands but she had not seen them in decades. Nephelae inherited her debt when she died. She was only 13 when Runa but her aptitude for looking after the younger children and growing up in the house gave her favor. She took on extra duties and worked in any capacity she was needed. It was a trip to the fish market that she met Haldren Ebonwood. He was like her, just the same kind of exotic soul. His seafoam green eyes and that perfect smile caught her attention. He was a sailor but smart as a whip. He was full of tall tales and legends. He was cheeky and endearing. Her first great love. Whenever he was back in port, her bleak world grew just a little brighter. She finally bought her freedom when she was 19 and free to marry. They married when he next came ashore. Nephe wanted to leave the Mourning Isles behind so Haldren paid passage with what little they had to Stormfall. There they had a small flat rented and Nephe was expecting a girl she named Myrrine the following year. It seemed like there would be a simple and happy life for them. Sadly the sea took her love only 2 years into their marriage and the following cold winter took her Myrrine.. Alone again, Nephelae did what she knew best. Take off her black clothes and work. That's when she heard of a new ambassador needing a nursemaid within the city. It was an opportunity she couldn't ignore.