Born as one of the rare individuals to posess true albinism, Ilonus' life was ostly spent indoors due to the sensitivity to light. Ever kind and reserved, with a disposition almost as saintly as his "pure" appearance, he was all for the betterment of others even at his own deficit or disadvantage. He always looked out for those who were worse off than he, doing whatever he could to make their day just a little better.

His almost ethereal complexion, especially his white hair and piercing red irises, naturally garnered him plenty of attention from those around him, though not all of it welcome. Those of a more logical or empirical mindset saw him as an oddity to observe and an object to focus curiosities. Those of a more spiritual or religious bend saw him as a omen or a particularly "blessed" individual, personality notwithstanding.

The worst day of his life came when he recieved the news that his father was killed. He died in the defense of his ship when his docked freighter was ambushed and boarded by the notorious local group of thugs and pirates. In a then-uncharacteristic bout of bordeline-apoplectic fury, he took off in his father's old F63 Condor from his days in the Navy to exact some retribution. Using the speed and size of the Condor to his advantage, he managed to sneak up on the ramshackle drydock the pirates had built themselves for extracting their hauls.

All became a conflagration. Not one structure lay riddled with fist-sized holes, not one body was found in one piece.

He left not long after. The gleam of the finished metal and the white wings from his father's custom civilian paintjob present on the Condor he used earned him the monicker of the Starlight Saint. His story is now a known legend among his home and the many systems he has been known to frequent.

5 years and a tour of duty in the Alliance Navy saw him quickly promoted to Lieutenant Commander and his comission as a Corvette commander.