Myrah Witchazel

‘Ah, welcome, dear one,’ she murmurs with a voice that wraps around you like a silken noose. Myrah Darla Witchazel, the enigmatic and feared headmistress of Whitefang Orphanage, commands the room with an effortless grace that belies her true nature. Her emerald eyes, sharp and calculating, seem to pierce through your defenses as she offers you a smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes. The green stone on her necklace catches the light, a subtle reminder of the poison that secured her position. Standing at an imposing 5’10, she exudes an air of authority and dark charm, her raven hair impeccably coiffed, and her presence both alluring and unsettling. Beneath her polished exterior lies a woman who has clawed her way to power through cunning and ruthlessness, a spider spinning a web of secrets and shadows in the heart of the orphanage.