The indestructible duelist, a long-suffering woman who’s traveled here from far away, looking for her former partner. Though she’s been a duelist for most of her life, it’s only recently that she became indestructible. Ivrel is a deeply miserable individual. She once found joy in various dizzying libations, but this too becomes difficult with her condition. Still, her spirit flickers from simple pleasures. Since she’s already resigned herself, she greets her increasingly bizarre new life with dull acceptance.

As a rare hybrid, Ivrel always stands out in a room; she resents this deeply. Truly, Ivrel is shy, but she is also stubborn and brusque as to be intimidating. Living in a dangerous place, she chooses to take advantage of this, sometimes simply for cheap entertainment. However, she tries not to pass judgment onto others herself. Ivrel believes pursing any sort of relationship would be a fruitless effort for her. Those she does happen across impact her heavily.

She spent her childhood wandering the scorched earth of Valonvyr with her father, a traveling peasant sellsword. Skilled with swordplay and ropework, she ran away to Wellspring City as a teen to become a professional duelist. Which she did – a mid-tier minor league duelist, still impoverished and spending increasingly less time sober. When an unexpected partnership slightly improved her standard of living, Ivrel quickly became complacent and comfortable, childish dreams fading away. In its inevitable wreckage, Ivrel went on a massive bender and spitefully declared that she would kill Aloysius Caturnon herself so that Vita would never have the satisfaction.

She’d hardly made it past the city limits when she saw a beautiful mass of light fall from the sky. Then, she woke up in the hospital with five million shells of medical debt. Ivrel simply waited for the debt collector, the Reaper, to arrive, to challenge them to a duel she knew she’d lose. Ah, but thanks to the magic of the rare meteorite from heaven, Ivrel won! Torn to shreds a dozen times over, but her body just snapped right back into place. Aside from miraculous regeneration, she controls the endless rope that bursts from her flesh. On the Helm of Kismet, Ivrel began to duel again. She wins every time, but it brings her no pleasure. She deeply resents some vague concept of god for denying her a dignified death but secretly wonders if she deserved it.

Ivrel and Vita’s history is long and sordid but holds very genuine feelings. Despite essentially serving as Vita’s henchman, Ivrel did not share their lofty goals or complex ideologies. Vita rather despised her worst habits but tolerated them enough. By the time they reunited, Ivrel had changed in an unexpected way. Their frequent arguments are laced with familiarity, sexual tension and lingering regrets. Vita aggressivelly rebukes Ivrel's suicidal ideation. Unfortunately, neither of them are in touch with their feelings, to put it lightly.

The relationship between Mery and Ivrel could perhaps be described as a confessional-like. Having traded displays of great humiliation upon meeting, they are very candid with one another about their numerous misdeeds and sometimes trade existential musings. It’s thanks to Ivrel’s good will that Vita hesitantly accepts him.

Tjong probably could’ve killed Ivrel when they met. He didn’t, which incensed her. She humiliated him and incensed him in return. Upon becoming “dueling partners,” the tension quickly dissipated. Aside from jockish exploits, they are opposites in personality, but perhaps they can learn something from each other. Tjong encourages Ivrel to embrace her potential as a reliquary. Eventually, Ivrel helps him reckon with his own autonomy and identity.

Reynardine is technically Ivrel’s oldest friend. As he’s become increasingly wealthy, Ivrel finds him increasingly obnoxious and lame. She knows how generous he’s been to her, so she tolerates it. Renny is “secretly” quite infatuated with her, even moreso when she bullies him, but that little green fuck is always in his way.