Player: Roisin H
Email: bela@djemity.chaosdeathfish.com
Caste: Home Fleet

Bio to come

Bela'Revona'Tru'Mas eventually, grudgingly, got over the traumatic experience of having a crochety 153 year old woman living in her head and controlling her body; largely due to the fact that her body was put to the task of helping save the world, which she couldn't exactly complain about.

When she regained mastery of her life, she seemed determined to master the rest of the world as well; taking the massive economic crisis as an opportunity, she set about establishing trade contacts with the other races with a single-minded determination that reminded some of her recently-departed great-great-great-great-great-aunt.

Indeed, in some places she built ties on top of conversations her mouth had already had, with faces her eyes knew. A new port was established on the Eastern Continent, to allow the landlocked Renaissance Republic to trade with Djemity, and to mine the rich resources of the East. This benefitted greatly from her extensive remembered knowledge of the Eastern Continent's geography. In particular, a new source of food and lumber for the Aquienos (allowing much better relations with the Becquerel) and exotic luxuries and treasures of long-dead civilisations.

With these new riches to fill the holds of the Aquienos fleet, the Sylphim were glad to increase trade, and the Aquienos and Teklo were able to help each other back to a more stable position. Due to her motto of trade in which all parties benefitted, relations were kept strong and led to the Bela family business becoming one of the most trusted and successful merchant companies in the fleet, eventually owning a significant number of smaller ships to bring constant flows of trade across Djemity.

She married her long-term sweetheart, Besti'Maman'Fra, a year after the end of the Numina. By this point he had been trading and investing, with numerous strong suggestions from his wife-to-be, in order to become moderately successful. Inside sources suggest that there may have been certain amounts of 'constant nagging and henpecking and going on at him to better himself', but nonetheless they seemed a happy couple.

She remained decidedly the dominant partner and formally recognised their daughter at the time of the wedding. Bela'Revona'Es'Tru'Mas grew up seemingly relatively happy (though she continued to be raised primarily by her father).

Bela eventually died happily in her sleep, a wealthy and slightly domineering woman of not nearly as significant an age as her Great-aunt had been. She was cordial and friendly to the crew of the Dolum whenever she met them, but never felt entirely comfortably around them.