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Name: Petia Nebyl
Race: [Neko], [Elf]
***: [Female]
Hair: [Black]
Eyes: [Amber]
Face: [Girly]
Bust: [Medium]
Height: [Short]
Hips: [Thicc]
Butt: [Large]
Fitness: [Slim]
Age: ???
She is a chocolate elf-kitty who packs just the right amount of firepower in her diminutive frame. Everything about her body, from her cute face, to her well-proportioned bust, further still to her mesmerizing ass and voluptuous thighs, seems to exude pure ***. Short, bobbed hair frames her face; her slit-pupil amber eyes seem to always be perpetually set in a sensuous expression, a smug smirk permanently playing across her pink lips, hiding sharp fangs behind them. Of course, there are always questions. Does she have four ears? Yes, though her elf-ears are hidden in her hair. Are they all extremely sensitive? Yes. Can she detect lewdness from a hundred meters out? Also yes.

F.M.S.U.: [Everwet], [Milky], [Breeding Season], [Localized Regen], [Indestructible Ahoge], [Love Nectar], [Curse of A Thousand Maidens], [Semen Demon], [Life, Uh, Finds A Way]

G.R.M.: [Tasty Fate], [Mofu Mofu], [Monster Mash x1], [Ubermensch], [Tireless], [Bio-Immortal]
A light, striped fur runs down her legs, emulating stockings in their appearance. Her arms have a similar appearance, except that they seem to be emulating elbow-length gloves.

U.T.T.: [Perfect *****], [Fertile Fields], [**** Physics], [Divine Pregnancy], [Contortionist], [Mr Clean], [Tamed Shark ]

Aferlife: [Mastema - Arbiter of Sanctuary]
Afterlife Timer: [1 Month]
Death Mods: [Aww Shit], [Reincarnation], [Here We Go Again], [Convenient Backstory]
Player Count: [10,000 People]
Start Location: [Aria]

PROFICIENCY
Strength 1
Agility 3
Endurance 2
Durability 1
Cooking 5
Bardism 2
Artistry 2
Charisma 4
Alchemical 1
Luck 4

Banes: [Nyaa], [Knife Ear], [Ahegao], [Dere Dere], [Yan Yan], [No Metagaming], [Sexual Harassment], [Masochist], [Lightweight], [Femininity], [The Fool], [Dankest Dungeons], [Mark Of Failure], [Continental EXTACY], [Medal Of Honor]

Boons: [Hush Money], [Frens], [HUD], [Hammerspace Inventory], [Status], [Tasty Prof], [Permanence], [Aesthetic], [Man Portions], [Hero], [Demon Lord], [Age Shift], [JuJu], [Sensory Overdose], [Lucky], [Super Seducer], [Midas Slut], [Max Charisma], [Unbreakable Will], [Unbreakable Mind], [Relative Realism], [Otome]

Items: [Riftgate Licence], [Starting Bonus]{Masterwork Maid Outfit}, [Shekels], [Magic Mirror], [Endless Polaroid]

Certain nobles bring with them an entourage; kings espcially so, but lesser nobles find themselves quite fond of bringing along a legion of sycophants everywhere they go. Contrast this to the old nobility, the landed gentry that has kept their rule with an even hand and clever dealings necessitating a more clandestine approach. The Merkur Family were most akin to this latter group. Nobility in all but name, they were major donors to the Academy on the floating islands, exercising wide political power over certain decisions within it. With the need for secrecy vital to their dealings, the Merkur sought out suitable servants for their needs. Enter the Nebyl family. 
The Nebyl were once famed in Encore for being the height of hospitality, producing many a fine maître d'hôtel. However, at times all it takes is a swift regime change and the maison the family has worked in for generations to change hands to send everything into disarray. Without work and naught more than cooks to the gentry and glorified barkeeps to the peasantry, they wandered until a certain individual approached them. An offer was made, a binding of families in accordance with their ability and principles. "Should the Nebyl become the designated servants of the Merkur family," the man explained, "They shall not want for anything. Serve well and faithfully, and you need not be troubled with the particulars of politics, nor be bereft of home again."
For a family already possessed of servile nature, only a single answer could be sensible. 
In this manner have the Nebyl worked for the Merkur, personal servants and managers of their estates as they conducted their business. Petia was no different, born though in time without a partner. Needless to say, she was still trained in the arts her family practiced, whether culinary matters, or in the realms of entertainment, or even fine workings and attention to detail in her duties. Alas, no Merkur was born within five years of her, leading to her fate being decided. Upon reaching her nineteenth year, she must leave the service of the Merkur. A technical reneging on the original agreement, centuries of secretive manipulation and breeding have left the Nebyl exceptionally servile to any they recognize as an authority above them, incapable of lying and becoming excessively bonded to the one they are partnered with. 
Alas, Petia was bound to none. Indeed, upon reaching her nineteenth year, she left the Merkur estate with a hefty severance, never to return. Maybe what she seeks now is a proper master, someone for whom she can truly serve their every need. She even entertains the thought of selling herself into slavery, but decides against it when she sees the sort of unsavory individuals from Nocturne. Perhaps she seeks to regain her family's heritage, and once more become the Maître d'hôtel of a famous maison like her ancestors before her.