Welcome to Miralsette {mi - raghl - st}, a small shop run by Mercer Volkov {Mercer Miralsette to customers}. Here you’ll find a variety of different ‘collectors’ items - it truly is the antiqueter’s dream. Rare and strange items are brought here from all around to be sold and displayed. This quaint little shop gives everything around it a sense of vintage and exotic rarity. If you’re searching for a strange or rare item, Miralsette is the place to go. Miralsette is great not only for collectors, but also for interior decorators.
You must sign an agreement before purchasing any item from Miralsette, however, as some items sold here have been deemed as dangerous and are only to be used for decorative purposes. Miralsette can not be held responsible for any injury, sickness, mysterious disappearance or death that comes as a result of these items - especially if the item care guide provided was not followed to the letter. Please note that some items are only for display and - no matter how much you offer for them - they are not for sale.
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Mercer Volkov
{Mercer is a French name meaning 'shop keeper' or 'vendor' in French. Volkov is a Russian last name derived from the Russian 'volk', or wolf in English.}
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Mercer is a businessman in every aspect of his life. He's incredibly skilled at negotiation, He's not afraid to take risks, he's confident - but, of course, with everything that's good, there are always downsides. Although most wouldn't look at Mercer and see past his many 'polite, sweet' fronts to the conniving, lying individual he is - trust me, it's there. After all, how do you think he runs his business so well? By actually telling the truth and making everyone happy?
Mercer really means the best with his more shady actions and black-market-style dealings - well, for his shop, anyway. Getting into business is not a winning man's game, and only a few succeed. Mercer just so happens to be one of those select few individuals, and he intends to keep it that way - forever. And I mean forever.
Individuals with immortality are rare, blessed {or not-so-blessed, as the case may be} people. Many would wish such a thing for themselves, but many of those with the actual 'gift' wish quite the opposite. Mercer, as a being with such a gift, see's that immortality has it's ups and downs. It means that he'll have to move his shop around every so often so as to not draw too much attention to his un-aging self, but it also means that he doesn't have to associate with people outside of business. After all, not making friends and seeing them get old and die is a pretty big plus in Mercer's book.
His only true friend, another immortal by the name of Bianca Devereux, was only a young girl when the two met. Mercer, although he would normally not do such a thing, payed attention to her and, later in life, employed her. Although the two do not generally have very long conversations, they are full of meaning.
Through the alleyways the tall man weaved, not slouched over or struggling despite the heavy load he carried. Stringing along behind him was a fair-skinned woman who stood as straight as he and carried her load with an equal amount of effort. The two were equally matched in skill and stamina, knowing this having carried an equal amount of weight for an equal amount of time. They hadn’t even broken a sweat, although they’d been travelling on foot for nearly an hour’s worth of time.
Finally, they reached the place of their destination, swifty setting the packages down so as to relieve themselves of the weight {although they hardly needed to} but carefully enough to not damage the precious and fragile items held inside. The man moved to wipe the nonexistent sweat off of his brow while staring at the new storefront that hardly improved on the last one. Once again his shop had to move, despite it’s perfect and careful placement previously, as they had spent too long in the last location and the regulars had started to become suspicious. The new store, now going by the name ‘Miralsette’, however, was not so terribly placed that they wouldn’t get customers.
The first day in a new location was always the worst - too many glaring, suspicious eyes for the likes of the tall man. The fair-skinned woman didn’t seem to care about the peering eyes and simply smiled into the void. Or, at the shop’s expertly crafted sign, rather. The tall man turned to her to talk but simply became speechlessly lost in her innocent, child-like smile. In a way, it reminded him of the day they had met. Somehow, throughout all of these years, she still kept her young smile.
He could almost remember the day clearly now, although it had been many, many years since they first found each other. It was a late fall day, the leaves that were still left on the trees were in their brightest colors. He’d been packing up, the tall man had, as it was once again moving day for another of his precious shops - Arabelle, one of his most successful shops yet, perhaps due to the fact that it was right on the coast near a docking pier - and he had no others to help him pack. She was there - a young, fair-skinned girl. It seemed strange that a young girl such as she would out so late, especially on a moving day like this. The tall man had nearly finished packing, although he wouldn’t be leaving until the next morning, when the young girl approached him.
Recalling the first words that she had spoken to him, the tall man’s hand guided itself to his eyes. He remembered the questioning way the first thing she had ever said to him - “eyepatch” - was spoken. The tall man was not a kind man. Such things were normally shrugged off, ignored {unless it was from a customer, although this girl was not nearly old enough to need his wares in her home nor did she look rich enough to afford them}, but there was something intriguing about this fair-skinned girl.
Not really being one for conversation, casually or otherwise, he didn’t speak, merely kneeling down to her and lifting his eyepatch to reveal a clouded eye with only a slight hint of color left to it. Seeing as her question had only been one word long, the tall man decided to answer in theme - “blind’.
The fair-skinned girl hardly blinked at his response and seemed to have an understanding of his answer. Simply nodding, she turned and walked away, the subtle oceanic breeze causing her messy chestnut hair to billow and wave along with it. The man stood back up, brushing off his elaborately designed coat and finishing his packing.
That had been the first day they’d met, although it surely wouldn’t be the last. He hadn’t seen her again on moving day, but he somehow met her again several years later at one of his new stores; Abolette. Somehow, she had also remained so similar to her younger self then, as well. Broad statements, innocent smiles. And when they met this time the tall man somehow felt pride for who she had become, as if he was her father praising her work. They merely nodded to each other, but that was enough for them to understand each other.
The fair-skinned girl with the messy chestnut hair soon became the tall, brooding man’s sole employee - and his only true friend. He stood, and shivered at the thought of having a friend that was so optimistic and innocent, although he knew that it was the truth of the situation.
Groaning as he saw people pass by the new storefront, he heard his fair-skinned companion laugh at his un-enthusiasm. It wasn’t rare for them to act this way when they moved shops. The fair-skinned woman was still young, seeing it as a fresh start, but the tall man was wise with age and knew that transitions like this were not always smooth. Even still, her unbridled optimism made him smile.
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