Description: Slender and dark, Ilva walks the line between grace and coltishness. Dark, umber-brown eyes peer out from an olive-toned face that tapers into a narrow chin. Her jet-black hair, waist-length when let down, is pulled back into a bun and affixed by two pins. Despite her efforts, wisps and locks of wavy hair have come free and fall about her face. Her physique is slim but accustomed to labor, and her hands are calloused from a lifetime spent at work. More accustomed to listening than being listened to, hers is an unassuming presence, smiling when looked upon and thoughtful when not.

Personality: Curious and searching, she is ever seeking knowledge of any kind. Her demeanor is sweet, wry, and nearly shy if not for her boundless thirst for knowledge. She smiles often, and has a tendency to nod even if there's nothing to agree to. Beneath all that, there is a slightly cynical side, showing itself in the form of caustic comments or blunt observations.

Background: Raised in a low-class household, she was the second of five children, and she spent much of her childhood rounding up her siblings and helping her mother. An inquisitive soul, she took what scraps of knowledge she could find in the form of stories and books. It was not uncommon to find her listening to the anecdotes and tales of an elder or a world-weary soldier. Ever seeking knowledge, she chafed at the mundanity of her childhood surroundings. When she was old enough, she left, seeking answers to questions she had yet to even ask.