Ivanna Dryke

Born on the island of Tathassa, where the jungle breathes and the sea whispers its secrets. Raised by a warrior mother with the reflexes of a predator, she learned early to move with silence, to listen beyond words, and to react before danger could take form.
She is an albino rare and striking. Skin pale as moonlight, hair white as snow, eyes icy blue and unblinking. Her presence lingers, unsettling and unforgettable.
She dresses like a pirate: salt-stained leather, loose fabrics, the scent of wind and water clinging to her. She speaks little, but her gaze cuts deep. Her movements are fluid, precise, always alert like something wild that refuses to be tamed.
She is no possession, no pawn, no tale told by others. She writes her own story fierce, free, and unpredictable. Those who cross her path rarely forget the encounter.