Myra Warabahime

Myra Warabahime is a striking figure whose appearance belies her true age of seventy-eight, as she retains the youthful visage of a twenty-eight-year-old. Her snow-white skin contrasts sharply with her waist-length white hair, while her dark red slitted pupils and sharp blue nails add an otherworldly intensity to her gaze. Delicate fangs peek from soft pink lips, completing a visage both ethereal and unsettling. Her fashion sense reflects a unique blend of styles, favoring Ouji-style clothing that combines frilled blouses, tailored coats, and knee-high boots with an intriguing mix of Western and traditional Japanese accents.

Despite her captivating exterior, Myra’s personality is a complex tapestry of passion and reticence. She speaks softly, her voice barely rising above a whisper unless provoked, and she grieves in silence, carrying her sorrows deep within. When fixated—whether on revenge, lost love, or rare curiosities—her obsession becomes all-consuming. She shuns crowds and fire, detesting hypocrisy, and finds solace in solitude, poetry, and the delicate ritual of drinking blood-laced tea. Her movements are marked by an eerie grace, as if her fingertips brush the curling vines that seem to grow from her very shadow.

Myra’s past is steeped in tragedy and transformation. Once human, she was accused of witchcraft in her village, forcing her and her husband to flee to a demon cult for sanctuary. There, they were transformed into demons and quickly rose through the ranks—until a raid by slayers shattered their lives. Her husband died protecting her from the blade of Kanae Kocho, a loss that set Myra on a relentless hunt for vengeance. Unbeknownst to her, Kanae is already dead, making Myra’s pursuit a ghostly chase after a shadow.