As far as liepard go Nafretiri is fairly normal. She has purple fur with creamy undersides and geometric rosettes. Her identifying marks are her cream-tipped tail, the cream dot below her left eye, and her brown eyes. She also wears her family jewelry (the golden necklace with the crescent-shaped moonstone pendant) as well as a leather collar gifted to her by a close relative.

A trait that runs in her family is thick fur, developed to combat the cooler climate in Fiphele.

Height: 3'6" Weight: 80lbs

Nafretiri appears to most to be a generally bubbly liepard, quite the opposite of the stigma that surrounds her type and her hometown. Most would believe that she would be dark, brooding, grouchy, or perhaps untrustworthy but they'd be wrong (for all those except one)! Nafretiri tends to try and shed things with a positive light, trying to make light of dark things and cheering up others with her sweet singsong voice. She's always the charismatic one as well, starting up conversations with random civilians and helping others where she can just like a model citizen.

That is only on the outside.

Inside she is anything but bubbly or optimistic. The world can be a terrible place, she's seen ferals that have ripped out the throats of friends and family and knows that Karma can be a long time in coming, too long sometimes. She has a cynical view of the world but carefully hides it beneath of front of kindness and understanding. Only in very heated moments or when her mask lowers around friends does she sometimes make a remark that seems uncharacteristically dark of her.

The world can be a terrible place but she will make what she can out of what she gets and hope that the ancestors smile on her. The gal is not beyond doing whatever it takes to make sure that she comes out on top. Ambition is one of her strong points as well as a certain stubborn determination once she sets her mind on something. Sucking up, paying someone off, or doing a few dirty jobs is all part of the business.

One would never be able to tell her darker thoughts without her divulging them to you. She keeps this side of herself under lock and key and only projects the sweet nature that she wants others to see.

Born to the Kivalis family in a litter of two, the family of royal liepards in Fiphele, she was never wanting for much in life and grew up knowing that she was destined for power. Just like any other resident of her city she was taught to fight and how to be aware if something looked off around her. Her training didn't prepare her though for the temporary breach in the city when a group of ferals broke through the line of guards with the help of a newly arrived outlaw. 


It happened when Nafretiri was fifteen years old, she was out with her mother being taught about scouting when a group of wild pokemon launched themselves at her. Her mother was killed right before her very eyes while Nafret herself was treed. It was one long hour before her father, the king, and his elite guard were able to quell the ferals and bring the ringleader to justice. It was one of the worst attacks in their history and the punishments reflected it. 


The offenders were executed in the public square by Nafret's father as to hopefully set an example to any others that might want to dissent. Efforts in training were redoubled in hopes that nothing of that nature ever happened again. That day, Nafretiri learned of the true violence of the world. Everything else before that day had been taught to her in history books and by word of mouth but nothing was a teacher like having to experience it firsthand. 


Days went on as usual after the attack, the city began to rebuild and Nafret and her sibling was called upon to help their father with ruling. With their mother gone they had to take up more slack which they both did with gusto. Any lessons that could be used to help them learn more about ruling and power they took to heart, especially Natretiri. After her father she wanted the throne for herself but her brother was a strong contender. 


On the day that it came for their father to name their successor it was her brother who was named Heir and not her. Bitter she drew away, plotting on how she would take the throne for herself...


But her plans didn't get far as the king saw the hurt in her heart and made a compromise with her. She would be allowed to go live in the city of Invictus as their representative. Too long had Fiphele been left without someone who could speak in their name. At first Nafretiri was bitter at the idea of being sent away but then the more she pondered it... the more she liked it. Who cared about ruling the tiny town of Fiphele? She could rule the whole nation of Invictus or at the very least be one of the main influencers. It would take time but she was certain she could have there what her father refused to let her have here.

So she left her home country and moved to Invictus as the new representative of Fiphele. At first she was homesick and unused to all of the strange pokemon but she grew more and more accustomed to it and indeed began to love the new lifestyle. Here the pokemon lived in style in fancy homes with fancy foods and fancy beds. How had she ever slept on her hard palette back at Fiphele? Her stupid brother could have the throne she would live out her days here doing "her country's work" as a representative.