Nem's general concept revolves around sensory processing disorders combined with a hell of a lot of knowledge... and being a gnome! And also, just, y'know, being cursed. No big. They can handle it. (Truly, they are Big Brain Time.) They were raised in a gnomish caravan, leading to their early love of all things equine. Their parents noticed early the gnome's dislike for change in their daily routine, but weren't able to provide a large amount of stability in that setting. Nem then got to experience city life for a while when their parents took them to [large semilocal city; Nantambu, Absalom, New Stetven, etc] and they encountered diverse music and a library for the first time... at the same time. This was a mistake. (Well. Not for her.)

She studied under an Magaambyan scholar of the Uzunjati branch; she learned equitation from a prominent trainer in [city 2]; she learned music at the heels of a talented street bard, Harper Ceridwen; she lost track of her family decades ago. But soon, it came back — the curse, where all the knowledge would bubble to her lips and catch. She prayed to Zohls for clarity; it... did not come. (She often prayed to Zohls, to Nethys, to Gruhastha...) On good days, she is a font of knowledge and information; on bad days... well.

They are roughly 2 feet tall; they have strawberry hair, lilac eyes, and nearly white skin. She always wears a yellow cloak. It looks extremely worn and faded, and upon close inspection is actually made of many small patches of nearly identical yellow fabrics, though their texture varies somewhat across the face of the cloak. (Some of the patches are secret pockets.)