Originally born in Abesh, Sefu is the youngest of two siblings, the son of a Tarkan mother of royal lineage and a Nazemi father of common standing. Their union, though filled with love, was not well received among the nobility of Abesh, leading to the quiet displacement of their children. To ensure their safety, Sefu and his older sister, Mosegi, were taken in by a Tarkan couple residing in Absathus, trusted allies of their parents who vowed to raise them as their own.

For much of their lives, the siblings knew nothing of their true heritage, believing themselves to be ordinary children of Absathus. Their adoptive parents, though loving and kind, never spoke of their origins, choosing instead to shield them from the burdens of the past. It was only on their guardians' deathbeds, their voices weak with age, that the truth was finally revealed. The knowledge shook Sefu and Mosegi to their core, leaving them with more questions than answers. Their parents—who had they truly been? What had become of them? And what did it mean for the siblings to be the heirs of a forgotten bloodline?

Despite the weight of their newfound history, life in Absathus continued. The siblings had built a livelihood for themselves, running a well-regarded stall in the high-end marketplace of the Port of Noth’tar. Mosegi handled the business with sharp wit and unwavering discipline, ensuring they maintained their reputation and profit. Sefu, on the other hand, had a talent for creating and restoring jewelry, his hands skilled in working delicate metals and rare gemstones. He poured his heart into every piece, crafting intricate designs that spoke to the soul. However, his generous nature often led him to offer discounts or even gift certain works to those who truly cherished them, much to Mosegi’s exasperation.

While Sefu was gifted in craftsmanship, he struggled with confidence in other areas of his life. In his teenage years, he discovered his romantic and intimate preference for men—a realization that came with its own internal turmoil. At first, he feared what it might mean for him, uncertain of how others would perceive him. The weight of self-doubt bore down on him, making him hesitant and withdrawn. But Mosegi, ever his steadfast protector, refused to let him drown in uncertainty. With her unwavering support and love, he came to accept himself, learning that there was no shame in who he was. Though he still longed to one day find a man to share his life with, he often grew flustered at the mere thought of romantic attention, his nerves manifesting in small habits—tugging at his hair, biting his lower lip, or avoiding eye contact when embarrassed.

Mosegi, in her own brusque way, made it her mission to keep him grounded. Though she often scolded or playfully smacked him when he was being too naive or hesitant, Sefu knew she meant well. He secretly appreciated her fierce protectiveness, especially when his tendency to speak without thinking landed him in trouble. It wasn’t uncommon for him to let his words run unchecked in the presence of the wrong people, but Mosegi was always there to clean up his messes—sometimes with a sharp tongue, other times with a well-placed glare that sent troublemakers scurrying.

Despite his reserved and nervous nature, Sefu possessed a deep kindness that endeared him to those who took the time to know him. He found solace in his craft, his delicate hands weaving stories into every bracelet, ring, and pendant he made. His dream, though unspoken, was simple—to live a quiet but fulfilling life, surrounded by the people he loved, and perhaps, one day, to find someone who saw him for who he truly was.

For now, though, he remained in Absathus, carving out his place in the world, one shimmering gemstone at a time.