Moira Moretti was deeply unsatisfied with her life. She had only been 18 when she and her high school sweetheart, Jeffrey Atwood, absconded to his grandfather's homestead in Alaska after a stint in a traveling circus. By the time she realized that she hated Alaska and her longtime boyfriend would never marry her, she was pregnant with her first child. And then, two years later, her second. By then her life had not improved, and while Jeffrey was the money maker of the house and therefore always away working while she raised his children, Moira made a decision: she was going to have an affair. And it was going to be with their attractive new next door neighbor, a tall roguishly dark and handsome man named Alexander Qureshi. So torrid and lasting was their affair that eventually Moira discovered that she was pregnant. Jeffrey, who made sporadic visits to Moira's bed when he was around, did not question the timeline. Nine months later, Nerys Cecilia Moretti was born on a dark day in late January of 1987, the third and final Moretti child.

Unlike the rest of her family, Nerys was happy in Alaska. An exuberant, outgoing child, Nerys was a rough and tumble little tomboy from the very beginning, and loved playing outdoors over watching television inside. While her sister devoted herself to her studies and her brother relentlessly practiced his guitar while dreaming of rock stardom, Nerys found her passion exploring all of the natural beauty that her frozen state had to offer. All was fine until she was eight years old, and her parents got into a fight. Jeffrey had discovered Moira's infidelity and the truth about his youngest daughter; furious at Moira's deception, he left the house vowing to never had anything to do with her or his illegitimate daughter ever again. Moira kept it together; after making a few phone calls, she enlisted the help of the older children and within several hours, all three kids were packed in a station wagon, heading south towards Oregon, where Moira was originally from.

While leaving Alaska for Oregon was not much of a change, Nerys was still sad about moving from Juneau and uncertain about Portland. It was bigger and busier than Juneau. The Moretti clan moved into Moira's brother's house: Uncle Mike and his wife Aunt Laurel welcomed the family with open arms, thrilled to have children in the house since they could not have their own. And thus a new chapter began for everyone in the Moretti house. Nova went on to win several scholarships to her dream college, and Niko's garage band was finally getting some decently playing gigs. Nerys, meanwhile, flew by under the radar. She did well enough in school to have average grades, nothing that demanded attention. She was developing into a beautiful young woman, but she was neither popular nor shunned. She tried her hand at musical instruments, and while she was a fair singer, she did not have the same musical ability that Niko did. Grimly realizing that she would never stand out like both of her siblings, Nerys tried to accept her perceived "defectiveness" - she was different than they were, and nowhere near as talented. This thought mixed with standard teenaged angst caused depression to bloom, and she began to change radically. A friend of hers coaxed her into helping him sell his homegrown pot. When she did, she discovered that she had a knack for it - not only was she a girl and therefore less suspicious, she was also a very beautiful girl. When her friend's sales increased, so did her cut. So much so that she took an interest in growing. And why not? It involved nature and being outside and she loved to garden. She planted a small test crop of her own behind her uncle's garage, where it would be well-hidden; to her surprise, the plants exploded. Clearly Nerys had the magic touch.

Growing, cultivating, and selling drugs came naturally to her, and she liked it. Now everyone knew who she was, and her popularity was growing, along with her social circle. She remained generally focused on her schoolwork, just enough to graduate with decent grades and a reasonable GPA. Her mom, aunt, and uncle all indicated that they expected her to go on to college; she retorted that she did not need college, as she had a skill that was earning her plenty of money. That caused a major uproar; while the Moretti adults were fine to look the other way, reasoning that Nerys was now an adult and must face the consequences of her own actions, they still wanted a future for her. It took almost a year of begging and pleading and her refusal before Uncle Mike and Aunt Laurel offered to pay for her to go to the college of her choice, if she would just go. That got her interest, albeit grudgingly. After doing some research and thinking hard about it, she accepted their offer and sent out several applications. CUNY and Columbia passed over her, but Mercy College in New York accepted her, and within two months, she was living in a one bedroom apartment with two other girls in the heart of Manhattan.

Nerys struggled to make the adjustment, and for the first two years, actually buckled down and made a tremendous effort. She was on track to declaring a major when her long-term girlfriend, a fellow student that she had been dating since freshman year, all but disappeared after coldly and abruptly breaking up with her. She lapsed into depression and quit going to school. Consequently the money stopped coming, and very quickly she found herself in a bind. Panicked, she upped her hustle - she began selling drugs again on the side to supplement her income while she worked double-shifts at a nearby bar. She spent another year in perpetual frantic hustle mode, and it paid off. Not only was she able to keep herself afloat with work and drug dealing, she also scored herself an open-handed and generous sugar daddy thanks to an introduction from a friend. Even better, her family called to offer her help if she would go back to school. Finishing her degree was tough and she suffered from working and going to school full-time, but in the end it was worth it. She had her bachelor's degree in Earth Science with reasonably minimal debt, she found a better job working as a receptionist for a prominent law office in Queens, and due to her very beneficial arrangement, did not have to worry about things like paying for rent and utilities and groceries.

Currently she lives in Astoria, Queens with a roommate. She still receives a generous allowance from her beneficiary (someone she rarely talks about, even if pressed - only a few people know her sugar daddy's identity for her safety's sake), works two jobs that she enjoys, and occasionally gets herself into a little trouble. She has a sense of stability for now, but there is a part of her that hungers for more. What it is she can't say, but she's determined to figure it out.