Nouri grew up a native of New York, living in a barrio with her mother and brother. A fan of the goth punk, and vampire wannabe scenes in New York to escape a dismal life of work, Nouri spent half her life growing up under the influence of narcotics and inside the walls of New Yorks underground clubs. She was lost, until Helianne plucked her from that life and into the world of the Kindred. Her Embrace wasn't planned, it wasn't even wanted. More like persistent pestering by Helianne to get her Sire to Embrace the lost human. Since her Embrace, Nouri has been a loner to all but her sire and fellow terror, Helianne. She's heard all about the Priscus clan from her rightly biased sister, and has mixed feelings on the matter.

Like most of her Clan, she gradually forgot her past, and her life as a human. She just forgot it much more quickly than some of them. Nouri has only been a vampire for a few years, and already her past is forgotten.

Learning from Maryska the art of sorcery, Nouri gained power through the dark arts, and the mass of poseurs, and Goth punks that followed her trail like puppies. Nouri has a large entourage of clubbers, and Kiss-obsessed kine following her around, and she uses them to suit her purposes. Having made many enemies outside New York during her time as a vampire, her yuppies are perfect shields for enraged vampires. She listens to no one's command, and adheres to the New Yorks Council because she knows that they can kill her in the blink of an eye. Nouri is deeply connected to New York Clans, being of the younger gen of Vampires, and having very few of her native clan in New York. She's become more a part of the New Yorks Caitiffs than Priscus now.

Nouri is slim, lithe and sexy, with flame red hair and forest green eyes, most would suspect she and Helianne of being true sisters. She never feels as comfortable as when she is surrounded by a mass of moving human bodies, the beat of a club song pounding through her veins, causing her to forget everything else.