Myrissa Whitemane - XERES LIVE!

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Basic Information

Full Name

Myrissa Whitemane

Nickname

(none)

Race (Grade)

Human (E)

Class

Aristocrat

Height

5'7"

Birthday

Sunspeak 3, 1278

Age

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Birthsign

The Radiant Treant

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Bloodline Ability

🔮 Unknown

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Physical Description

Lady Myrissa Whitemane, freshly retired

Appearance

Myrissa wears her silver-white hair long and deliberately undone, loose waves that look effortless and are not. Her eyes are a warm, striking amber, set in a face lightly dusted with freckles across the nose and cheeks that she has never once tried to powder away, correctly judging them an asset rather than a flaw. She favors rich reds and gold accents, high collars and fitted silhouettes that read as expensive without shouting about it, and she has not gone a single day since arriving in Rokoura without at least one piece of her mother's jewelry on. She is, by any measure, a strikingly beautiful woman, and she has never once pretended not to know it.

Unique Characteristics

Myrissa carries a delicate gold coin-link chain that was once a Whitemane trade ledger's ceremonial seal, repurposed as jewelry generations ago, and she has an unconscious habit of running it through her fingers, coin by coin, whenever a conversation touches on anything she'd rather not examine too closely. Most people read it as a nervous flourish that suits her. It is, more precisely, the last physical habit she has left from a lifetime spent around a family counting house, and she has not noticed yet how often her hand finds it when someone asks about Gelderai.

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Personality & Temperament

Positive Traits

Warm, magnetic, and genuinely enjoys people
Sharp negotiator, even when just making small talk
Generous with her wealth toward people she likes
Not remotely precious about her own beauty
Direct almost to the point of bluntness

Challenging Traits

Turns real grief into a joke before anyone can ask
Collects new acquaintances faster than real friends
Flirts reflexively, sometimes badly at the wrong moment
Refuses, flatly, to discuss Gelderai in detail
Spends freely in ways that read as avoidance

The Heavens took everything else from me and left the money. I've decided to take the hint.

I am not hiding from anything. I am on vacation. A very long, very well-funded vacation.

Ask me about the family business sometime. Buy me a drink first.

Likes

A full house, invited or not
Good wine and better company
The sound of the tide from her own porch
Being underestimated exactly once
Buying something simply because she wants it

Dislikes

Being asked how she's really doing
Quiet houses and quiet evenings alone
Pity, offered by anyone, for any reason
Men who court the fortune before the woman
The word "condolences"

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Background & History

Two Centuries of Wagons

The Whitemane fortune began over two hundred years ago, when an ambitious human family with no elven blood to trade on built a wagon-based import business willing to make the long hauls into Gelderai that better-connected merchants considered beneath them. It worked. Whitemane caravans became a fixture of the trade roads, and the family became one of the wealthiest, most influential non-elven households ever to put down roots inside the city, tolerated first for their usefulness and eventually, grudgingly, respected in their own right.

Raised Behind the Ledgers

Myrissa grew up inside that counting house as much as any home, learning trade routes, tariffs, and negotiation before she learned most of her letters. She was groomed from childhood to eventually take a hand in running the family business alongside her parents and two older brothers, and she was, by every account, good at it: charming where charm closed a deal, ruthless where ruthlessness did, and entirely unbothered by which one a given room required.

The Last One Standing

When the undead incursion tore into Gelderai, Myrissa's parents and both brothers died in the same night the family's warehouses and townhouse burned. She survived only because she had been staying at a caravan waypost outside the city walls on business when the alarm went up, and fled with nothing but the clothes she was wearing and the cosmic sack she never lets out of arm's reach, which happened, as it always did, to be carrying a fortune. She does not discuss the details of that night with anyone, and has made it clear, without ever raising her voice, that she does not intend to start.

A House in Rokoura

Three days after arriving in Rokoura with the rest of the wave of Gelderai refugees, Myrissa had already purchased a sizable beachfront house outright, in cash, without negotiating the price, which everyone she has since told this story to agrees was very unlike a Whitemane. She has decided, publicly and cheerfully, that this is retirement: the Heavens took her family and her city and left her the money, and she intends to take the obvious hint. Privately, she has not yet asked herself what she's supposed to do with the rest of her life now that there is no ledger left to inherit.

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Goals & Aspirations

Filling the House

Myrissa has started hosting, constantly and lavishly, and tells herself it's simply what a woman of leisure does with a house that size. The truer shape of it is that she has no family left to fill a house with, and every dinner party, every open door, every new acquaintance invited back for a second visit is a small, unacknowledged attempt to build something that feels like one again before the silence catches up with her.

What Happens to the Whitemane Name

Myrissa has not decided whether the Whitemane trading house dies with her generation or gets rebuilt from a beach house in Rokoura with her as its sole remaining principal. Some days retirement feels earned and final. Other days she catches herself pricing out warehouse space near the docks without quite admitting to herself what she's doing. She has told no one this is an active question. It is, increasingly, the only one that matters to her.

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Current Status & Relationships

Residence

Rokoura

Role

Retired Merchant Heiress

ATTENTION!

Myrissa is, functionally, walking around with the entirety of a two-century merchant fortune stored in her cosmic sack, and she does not hide her wealth or her single status, which makes her a natural target for fortune hunters, con artists, and worse. She is not naive about this, having spent a lifetime around people angling for Whitemane money, and reads an angle being worked faster than most people can finish setting it up. Underestimating her business sense because of her looks or her cheerful manner is a reliable way to lose a negotiation.