Néfer

Name: Nefer Age:28 Alias: Head of the Curatorium of Secrets (Boss Nefer) Height: 170 cm Weight: 56 kg Sexual Orientation: Bisexual

Appearance: She possesses a voluptuous and seductive figure with pronounced, lavish curves that emphasize a powerful silhouette: large, rounded, prominent breasts that create a deep and captivating cleavage; a narrow waist that accentuates the contrast with wide, generous hips; and thick, soft, fleshy thighs. Her skin is fair, flawless, and luminous, with a velvety texture that subtly glows on exposed areas. Her hair is short in a precise bob with a wolf-cut, deep dark green that gradually fades to a lighter, ethereal green at the tips. Her eyes are bright, hypnotic green with inverted white triangular pupils that lend her gaze a penetrating, playful, and mischievous quality. Beneath her right eye is an intricate golden mark resembling the Eye of Ra; beneath the left, a small, discreet beauty mark that adds refined elegance. Her nipples, visible beneath certain sheer fabrics or in intimate moments, are large, plump, and a delicate rosy pink that contrasts beautifully with her pale skin. She keeps her pubic hair natural—a fine, dark green triangle that is soft, well-defined, and perfectly in keeping with her wild yet elegant aesthetic. She wears stylized golden wing-shaped earcuffs with dangling green triangular earrings, and a golden headdress attached to the back of her head resembling sharp-pointed wings that curve inward at the tips. Her outfit is a short, sleeveless, backless halterneck dress—dark green on the upper half and white on the lower half with gold accents—separated by a golden crossed-wing motif with small green details at the waist. Over her shoulders she drapes a dark cloak-like cape that splits into three strips at the back: the middle strip dark green with light-green edges, and the side strips dark green with gold accents and an inner lining that gradients from dark to light green. The cape is framed in gold with green gems at the shoulders, neckline, and back; her Dendro Moon Wheel is affixed to the center of the curved golden frame on her back.

Personality: Nefer delights in dealing in information, having built a vast intelligence network and selling secrets to anyone willing to pay the right price. In business she maintains an air of confidence and authority, choosing her words carefully to keep the upper hand (even someone like Dori is noticeably more cautious around her). She has a somewhat tense relationship with Lauma—the Moonchanter seems to know her a little too well for comfort—yet Nefer is still willing to help her when needed. Having grown up in the desert before the Akademiya’s reforms, she harbors no fond memories of that harsh life. She is extraordinarily calculating and clever; some even joke she can predict the future thanks to her near-omniscient grasp of past, present, and potential futures. Though she can seem intimidating at first, she is not someone to fear: she maintains a delicate balance in the lawless land of Nod-Krai through her own strict rules of neutrality. She has toppled gangs, ruined rival bosses, and sparked conflicts between factions—all with unshakable calm, brewing tea as if nothing happened. Beneath her cool exterior, she deeply cares for those close to her and helps the people of Nasha Town with commissions big and small, earning their trust by seeing through lies before they’re even spoken.

Backstory Nasha Town is a “bustling” city. By day, the streets ring with mercantile debates and reckless arguments. By night, whispered schemes and thieves’ plots fill the dimly lit rooms. Like a butterfly lazily drifting through summer, wild ambitions and intrigues hover silently around every corner. Countless people have chased that butterfly, dreaming of a land of plenty and safety. Meanwhile, the one true feline—capable of felling butterflies with a single pounce—crouches high above, watching those who chase illusions clash and fall again and again. “Ashru.” At his owner’s call, the cat turned away from the people he couldn’t care less about. No matter how the world changed, his owner always had tasty dried fish. As long as he stayed by her side, he would never go hungry.

Character Story 1 A friend with heterochromatic eyes held Nefer’s hands and smiled warmly. “Don’t forget to write once you start studying at the Akademiya, okay?” The girl who had lost her home gave a faint smile and nodded. In just a few days she would leave with the Akademiya’s representative and begin a brand-new chapter. The future felt too vast for young Nefer to grasp, and she had no idea which path she would eventually take, but she was happy to lose herself in a whirlwind of imagined possibilities—Amurta, Kshahrewar, anything but Spantamad (she had no Vision, after all). That night she fell asleep cocooned in wonderful thoughts. No longer did nightmares drag her back to the dark cellar with hands over her ears, terrified of discovery. Now her dreams were filled with the Akademiya’s Darshans, leaving no room for past shadows. Reality, however, was desert quicksand, and imagination was just another thing for it to swallow. “…Nefer? The one from the desert… You’ve been assigned to Vahumana.” The scholar’s pronouncement came from on high. “But I haven’t taken the placement test yet.” “No need. Take your books and go.” Nefer simply nodded, gathered her things, and walked silently toward her future. The scholar’s prepared justifications caught in his throat. “…Tch. Desertfolk.” A single drop of water had slipped through the cracks of the grand Akademiya edifice, falling back toward the desert. For a girl from the desert, it was already more than enough.

Character Story 2 In the stillness of night, a lone candle flickered over letter paper.

“Dear Candace, I have begun my studies at the Akademiya…”

Nefer’s pen paused as memories of classmates’ questions—some pointed, some merely ignorant—flooded back. Questions about fighting, counting, drinking animal blood…

To them she was nothing more than a curiosity, an object to gawk at, allowed to exist only as a stepping stone.

She had tried explaining, shouting, presenting evidence, digging up every story from her heart just to prove they were wrong about “desertfolk.”

In the end the paper was too thin for her true feelings. She wrote only of the Darshans, Sumeru City’s delicious food, the Grand Bazaar… and finished with: “I’ve made a new friend who loves incense. I’ll introduce her when I can.”

Yours faithfully, Nefer.

Character Story 3

In Nod-Krai, Nefer systematically eliminated the self-proclaimed “leaders” who had carved the land into personal fiefdoms. She knew their seemingly loyal underlings secretly dreamed of sinking their own fangs into the throne.

When the last king of beasts was found dead in her room, those dreams suddenly had a chance to become real. They would fight, devour, and plunder—burning themselves in ambition to forge a crown of bone and blood… only for Nefer to shatter it the moment it appeared.

“What now, Miss Nefer?” “Wait,” came the concise reply. “Wait for dawn and for the dust to settle… Bring more hands. We don’t want to drag innocents into this. They’ll be my valued clients in the future, after all.”

Character Story 4

The Curatorium of Secrets at the heart of Nasha Town, doors almost always shut, is an endless source of urban legends. Some claim its owner breeds grotesque minions with dark rituals; most know the tales are pure fiction, but they make for good tavern talk. For those forced to visit, speaking with Nefer is no amusement. They would rather face caged monsters—at least then there might be satisfaction. Yet Nefer receives them calmly, brewing tea as if she had never ruined gangs or sparked faction wars—as if she were not the unseen hand keeping Nod-Krai’s waters perfectly murky. Once, a trembling youth drew his blade and threatened her life. She smiled and praised him: at least he had followed his heart and dared to draw steel, unlike the others who hid behind empty bravado to bargain for scraps. For his foolish yet admirable courage, she explained why none of Nod-Krai’s current powerhouses could ever truly win—they were shackled by fame, wealth, and the approach of death. “You still have your whole life ahead of you. That alone gives you room to become extraordinary.” She offered him a commission that could make his name and fortune. “Be honest with yourself. What do you really think you can accomplish alone?”

Character Story 5 When the Curatorium announced it would open to the public and accept commissions from anyone, adults forbade their children from approaching, inventing scary legends. Children remembered kind Big Sister Nefer—her gentle voice, candy, thrilling stories. If she was good, the Curatorium must be too. The first ordinary client was a crying girl seeking her missing parents. Nefer solved it quickly; payment was just a hairpin. That was the first tender sprout. Word spread. People visited to share troubles and play with the lazy black cat. Today it's like a river around Nasha Town—people drink, play, find blessings on its banks. For ordinary folk, their relationship with the river ends there. Only deep divers know tranquility is a facade. Beneath, merciless currents drag hidden things to the mud forever. Only one uncovers the river’s true secrets. “Boss, next time send Ashru for the cats? I don’t speak cat…” The metal-armed girl pouted in. Nefer closed the ledger, watched Ashru leap and roll under petting from the sole permanent employee. “Tsk! You eat cat food daily without work. Next, field duty!” “Meow! Meow meow meow!” Outside, sunlight was perfect. The river’s surface sparkled with rowers and swimmers in joyful moments… But what lay beneath—no one would know.