[Biography]

A watcher, a weaver, Nanou threads a labyrinth of snares which serve to lay bare anothers intent, whilst masking her own. Carefully curated, as all aspects of the tenebrous woman are. Speaks in a deep and sullen, honeyed voice.

Departed from her natal pack, one of military upbringing, she'd refused to settle for mediocrity, rebellion always flickering in the flame dancer's heart. To be a dulled blade, ultimately cast aside was not the life she'd wished for herself; she'd grown a festering hatred towards those who settled, and ultimately sought to cut all ties. She'd direct her skills unto that of her own choosing.

The freedom of true choice withheld for much of her youth, she's terribly indulgent.