Backstory

Nafisah Hecalatte’s parents migrated when she was very young, but she has vivid fairytale dream-like memories of both Sudan and Egypt and trips to India. She was able to keep ahold of sone precious treasures that come from such places, they mean the world to Nafisah. The sun and the heat are two of many things she’d miss from there.

In England, she came to quickly realise that the weather is quite reflective of her mood; cold, barren. The houses were clustered together in a heap of grey and black. They were lacking in what could be desirable, though Nafisah did enjoy the greenery and gardens, she cared not much for the history as it was bland. The people there did not appreciate her origin, they stare at her, they whisper their disgust. They forbade Nafisah to speak her mother tongue.

She came to learn of British culture and took some liking to it. Her father had donated most of the jewels he had brought along to gain a significant amount of money and wealth, earning a name for himself. Replacing it with the jewels of the British which ironically didn’t even belong to their in the first place, Nafisah held disdain for him at that action.

Nafisah is a single child, and a female at that. Her father needed a male educated in the British manner to take the business. This was quite the dilemma for him as he knew that no school in England would teach a dainty, delicate creature such as a female to run a business, that was absurd! Though he devised a plan for Nafisah. He had heard of Weston College having a few vacant spots for boys in her year group; in an attempt of desperation, he had enrolled her as a male, tying back her hair, dying it from stark snowy white to dark brown and styled it back. Trying to make Nafisah appear less… like herself.

“Hide your femininity at all cost, daughter!” Her father commanded in a quiet yet hissing tone. She nodded with her usual stern look, Nafisah knew never to talk back to her father.

Taking her family’s last name of Hecalatte, she went undercover in Weston. Surprisingly, she did much better than she originally thought. Nafisah handled her situation with stealth, waiting until later to change and bathe and binding her chest. Other than the small problem arriving later on, Nafisah progressed with little fanfare just as long as she stuck to her secretive routines.

The yearly cricket tournament was upon her with her peers getting ever more and more riled up as the 4th of June approached. They may or may not have been sone rumours of a missing student, but Hecalatte didn’t pay no mind to them, sticking to studying mathematics and catching up with Cheslock and Clayton; two of her more auspicious friends, they did not accompany her at the public gathering as they were involved with the more important events of the evening.

Hecalatte was disappointed but not surprised to see that neither of her parents being there at the event. But it would make sense in the case, most knew that they had only a daughter.

In the conclave of the red house of Scarlet Fox, Hecalatte could see a face she swore she recognised, among getting a closer look Hecalatte felt the urge to run away right their and then; it was Prince Soma, her childhood friend.

What the hell was he doing here!? Was he here all this time!? So many questions she had and no one to answer. She knew if Soma saw her, he’d see through her… at least she thought. As when he’d scouted her out, he had not the faintest idea that she was or could be anyone he knew. The relief was actually pleasant.