Ithaniri A'vredon

Ithaniri is a wounded animal in human form. It's not that she hates, but that she fears, and through her fear will often lash out at those around her. But the one who frightens her the most is herself, a fear that grew out of her childhood and has only gotten worse with age. It's a rare person who can get close to Ithaniri, and rarer still the one who can coax her into talking. She desperately desires the closeness that she spies other people sharing, but can't bring herself to share enough of who she is to gain it.

Nearly everything about herself frightens her, from her bone-white skin and hair (damning in its own right, so different, so notable) to the very powers that she is expected to control (and which often control her, her fear of them limiting her ability to remain in control). As a child, she internalized her father's fear and hatred of what she represented, and with the only other Night Mages living on another planet, and her mother gone on longer and longer patrols as she got older, her father was the only adult she spent much time with. She daren't tell her Aunts and Uncles of her father, because who (as her father put it) would believe a scrawny, scared-of-shadows girl-child? So, instead, she kept her mouth shut, endured, and tried to set her fear of herself aside as best she could while other A'vredons were about.

But most of all, she fears the part of herself that lashed out one day, crushing her father's skull like an over-ripe melon. She fears the part of herself that revels in her father's death, and her subsequent freedom. And that, more than anything, is what keeps her from forming attachments with others.

Short and wraith-thin after her year in the wild, Ithan will always have a haunted, animalistic look in her eyes. Her skin and hair is bone-white, an eerie color that's easily noticable in darkened areas, and her eyes glow violet if there's even a bit of light around her. She is hardly a "typical" A'vredon, and leaves many A'vredons confused and at a loss when it comes to dealing with her. Her skin is sensitive and delicate, like all Night Mages, but she wears no concealing fabrics, preferring instead to wear as little as modesty permits. Not that she really understands modesty, having purposely forgotten much of what it meant to be human in the year she spent being cared for by a feral rakkan.

She cares little for personal appearance, though she keeps herself clean and as scent-free as possible (a hunter must not smell, lest she alert her prey). A'vredon vanity never had a chance to take root in her mind, due to her father, and while she finds the varying outfits that people wear to be fascinating, she'll rarely touch any of them. Heavy, flowing garments make escape that much more difficult, after all.