ONE WHOSE EYES ARE HIDDEN BEHIND THE VEIL ——— ira malivahn is customarily described as someone who is never all "quite there." they look through people as if observing through glass, distant and dismissive. it has garnered them a reputation amongst their tight-knit circles as rude or otherwise ignorant to their surroundings.

however, such a laconic disposition suits them just fine. elusive as the gentlest of zephyrs, they are silent and rarely make their presence known. they prefer it this way, hiding behind others, hiding amongst the undergrowth of the wood, and behind magicked barriers to keep them safe.

this somewhat dainty, fragile porcelain representation that they have given to others is nothing more than a lie. underneath the carefully fabrication of their persona is something monstrous, and that is purely in ira's wish to understand and connect with others.

whereas emotional connection and societal norms come easy to others, ira struggles deeply to grasp it ——— taking months, even years to develop a sentimental bond with an individual. this creates an uncomfortable churn in their stomach, knowing that there is something others experience on a regular basis that they must strain to even glimpse.

in pursuit of normalcy, ira has found comfort in their only method of understanding others: pure, unadulterated violence.

while a deeper understanding of this habit is only shed on to those somehow knit close to the viera, there is only one thing stronger than their need to see that violence ——— and that is the intense need to be perceived as something cute and delicate.

ira very much enjoys being treated and pampered like a princess, nary needing to lift a finger for their own effort. while cute at times, when they are denied, they become a petulant, pouting irritant who thumps their paw at the smallest inconvenience.