Nephelaire was born to Highlander parents in a small hovel amidst an Ashwood grove on the far outskirts of Sutica, her parents were a quiet and loving pair, and protected Nephelaire dearly through a tasking childhood, being one born with poor constitution. She feel ill often and caused much stress for her parents with her bouts of sickness, she saw death’s door several times before she seemed to miraculously recover at the age of nine. Following the rockiness of her childhood her parents decided to try to make the later years as full as possible for her, overwhelming at times, they began to teach her of many interesting subjects, such as history, geography and fencing to improve her fitness.
During her earlier teenage years, Nephelaire began to interact more and more with children of her age and got into playing and sparring with the few boys that stayed around their farmstead. She fairly firmly cemented herself as something of a tomboy as she spent little time in the company of girls her own age, and even actively opposed the idea- boys were stronger, and she wanted to use her newfound vitality to it’s fullest extent now that she was well. It was during these years that Nephelia began to value movement and freedom as the highest form of living for herself, to be constantly on the move and to never idle- such is what she yearned for her in life. At the age of sixteen, she would depart from the care of her parents to travel on her own into the large, unknown world.
The first few months of her isolated travel were moderately joyous, she travelled far and met many in the name of work, more than eager to learn any and all crafts- she pursued the path of a jack of all trades. Life was slow and tough at times, but she always managed to find a reasonable way to get over obstacles that stood in her path, in doing so she became somewhat shrewd, tactful, she gradually became a quiet, thoughtful person- but possessed little filtration on the words she used, she became abrasive and bluntly honest when she believed it would help. Throughout her travels she accrued the nickname of Mutt, for her tendency to follow orders to the letter, and her muddy and mucky armour, which was well used past it’s prime. There were many occasions in which Nephelaire was forced to delve into different tasks to get by, the most notable skill she learned out of necessity was medicine and botany, though her knowledge of the craft is limited, she recognises and carries a small supply of Blissfoil with her to weave into her bandages, she is far from a doctor, but is fairly crafty with her first-aid.
This is where she finds herself now, at the age of nineteen she is a lone wanderer, with the hopes of finding friends and employment where she goes, carrying naught but her father’s ragged old armour and a thin blade, and very small amounts of rations to keep herself going.
