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Prophecy - All Souls Night 1874
The Dream
Masks are removed and Winter Moon seductively walks toward Myrana. This time, time does not stop, and with nightmare clarity people can remember their prophecies. Everyone in the room whispers and stare in horror at the pair. The Goblin King smiles a sharp toothed grin. The band strikes up again playing a sober tune. The Goblin's are back playing music.
Winter Moon grabs Myrana and smiles darkly at her. "You released me, gave me majik again." She holds a hand to the side and all of the elements dance around hand like a tempest of power and destruction. "I cannot thank you enough. So. Here is my gift to you world breaker. Heart stealler of my beloved."
She grabs Myrana by the throat with the hand that is not covered in all the elements like some miniature apocalypse, lifting her off the ground as if she weighed little more than a feather, and when she speaks her voice is dark and filled with hatred. "Little Black Cat. Flitting from shadow to shadow, your whole life is covered in darkness, even when you supposedly walk in the light. Ruler in the north. Heiress to the South. Even as you are appaled by another's dark deeds you drown a man in a river. Cut out another's liver, and slit a third's throat. Lies and more lies, if you were ever to speak a truth you' wouldn't be shocked by the lightning bolt that struck you. Find your truth, and you will find your power, but careful little cat - Curiosity and all that." She drops Myrana and walks away.
The Goblin King smiles. "I just wanted you all to see that. I knew she'd loose her temper with THAT one." He snickers and snaps his fingers.
As before the pair are Adriono and the woman again, all have a slight memory of a beatiful short girl being strangled in a storm but it is like a bad dream and fades from memory.
Snow white hair falls in tousled locks about a pale, heart-shaped face and at times strays to obscure dark blue eyes and full lips giving to thoughtful frowns before being drawn into a pair of thick, unruly braids that sway just past generous hips. There isn't a hard edge to her and on the whole she seems altogether welcoming and pleasant, though once in a while a casual word said to her goes awry, and a bed of daggers is revealed in her gaze. Still, one gets the impression that actual retaliation would be a long time in coming; she is soft in the way of many noble women, and to be reprimanded would perhaps be more amusing than uncomfortable.
Myrana D'Armaz is unimposing in stature and hard to miss; her face and form comely and her voice pleasant, skin milky white, hands soft. An aroma of dog-roses and kaffe lingers in her hair and rises from her skin, and she wears garments of rich fabrics of thick drape and luxurious hand in the colours of her father's house; maroon and black and gold. Golden discs hung with chiming tassulere and studded with garnets hang from her ears, and a lightsilver bell hangs from a choker makes a sweet sound whenever she moves Bracelets chime heavy and layered about her slender wrists. Her trim waist is girt with gold and her throat as well, the amber metal lending warmth to her wintry northern colouring.
Chosen
Beautiful: Along with her mother's stunning beauty, Myrana inherited a highly developed aesthetic sense. Apart they are useless (in her opinon), but together, they have proved formidable; as she is not physically imposing, she does her best to honor both Father and House by presenting herself and the trade products of D'Armaz as well as possible. While she is not particularly vain in nature (and has yet to become comfortable with the flatteries that are so common in higher social circles), her year in court taught her the importance of accepting her appearance as the weapon that it is.
Trouble-Magnet: Despite her best efforts, Myrana has a big man's temper crammed into a small womanly frame; it spills out and sears flesh from bones on occasion when she has been pressed too far. This often gets her into trouble, coupled with her incurable curiosity, for she has a way of starting fights that she's ill equipped to finish. Often the only thing to save her is her charm and the ability to think her way out of potential danger. Trouble follows her like flies drawn to honey, though, and more often than not even her best efforts to avoid it are for naught.
Inquisitive: She has a deep sense of curiosity, and spends a great time daydreaming and thinking, and likes to learn new things. She sticks her nose in where it doesn't belong. All. The time. Occasionally this leads to the above quirk, but usually it turns out alright. She just has a way of finding things out… and sometimes, those things are very interesting indeed.
Bibliophile: Myrana loves to read, and has books from all over the world. Her beloved friend Eskendar of Parthia sends them to her regularly, and she has a small library of books on mythology, religion, philosophy and poetry among other subjects. They are some of her most prized possessions and she can end up spending hours at libraries or book-sellers, missing appointments and forgetting to eat or drink or to wait for her chaperon while she wanders and reads. She spends a great deal of time while at home on Mount Rosa reading in the shade of trees, or lounging in window-nooks with huge tomes settled in her lap. Recently, she stole a book of heresy from Cardinal Teleko's home in Four Corners, and though she eventually gave it to Ramius for safekeeping, it has had some sort of affect on her.
Assumed
Wealthy - All her money comes from her allowance from her father, and she spends most of it on books or pockets it away.
Ruthless - Myrana does not easily forget a slight; she is more level-headed than many of her relatives, but once someone really angers her, she takes action. She's called Vendetta on a man once now, and brought a great deal of trouble down on herself and her House, though she's kept the fact that its her doing close to her chest.
Myrana has a small library of books she has personally collected, along with a number sent to her through the years on her birthday from Eskendar. She treasures these highly, and among those books are volumes of faerie tales, legends, and mythology from all over as well as philosophy, Partharian theology, and poetry. Her favourite, which she keeps hidden, is a collection of faerie tale romances which includes Anna and the Bear Prince. Also she has a few books on cooking, historical texts, and other odds and ends.
She keeps a few weapons; the inlaid cutlass which Ramius D'Arran made for her in Gendiel along with a brigadine coat. A brace of hand-cannon pistoles. In addition she has a camp-knife with a mother-of-pearl hilt with which she cooks while traveling, and a collection of steel hair combs. Ardaigh, the lightsilver Cutlass given to her by Ramius, is her most treasured possession; it has a large opal beneath its crossguard and its name inlaid in barbarian letters.
Additionally she wears a lightsilver bell which he made for her, though it is a source of annoyance she still loves it, even if she'd never admit it. Hanging from her belt is often a small, gold Partharian token depicting an eye within two circles.
Myrana has a speckled Tarris Charger given to her by Duke Gauvain Tarris which she has named Sage.
Often accompanying her abroad for protection and following at her heels at home, she has an elementi hound named Ouros, one from a litter raised to guard all of the D'Armaz scions. Also a cat at home in Fiorello named Marshmallow, which she spoils rotten when she is there, and a tremendously fluffy golden cat named turmeric, which has on occasion killed rabbits and left them in innapropriate places for house staff to find.