Itzal

The Itzal were at one point a feared race of monstrous hunters, able to mimic the races of their victims in both sound and image. They are tall, thin creatures with very long, almost overextended limbs, and razor sharp claws positioned where their fingernails would typically be. Their proportions typically do not lend themselves to muscle growth of any significant form, instead benefiting their speed and ability to pursue victims before The Collapse struck.
With this lack of strength, the Itzal were heavily dependent upon their connection to the flow of Magic to disguise and deceive other creatures that they would consume for sustenance. Reports from survivors would typically detail paranoia of the changes in behaviour of one of their close comrades one evening, usually waived off as illness, only for the impersonating Itzal to begin violently dismembering others in their sleep - Sometimes accompanied by a small hunting party of their kin for particularly fortified encampments.
The individual I was able to interview was able to retell memories passed on by their ancestors. They state that, following The Collapse, the overwhelming majority of Itzal ceased to exist. Due to their reliance on altering their forms, to the point where most Itzal would live and sleep in an assumed disguise to avoid potential suspicion, they are likely to have suffered the same fate as other magic wielding individuals at the time of the event.
With no deception to utilize anymore, and not even enough numbers to allow them to safely launch attacks on wild animals for sustenance, the overall numbers of the species were brought dangerously close to extinction. It is possibly speculated that it may be inevitable, as their populations were small even before the apocalyptic event, leaving them with few suitable mates to ensure the continuation of their lineage. The few remaining Itzal would resort to theft and increasingly desperate attacks on vulnerable settlements in order to get by.
It is unknown when exactly members of the Itzal race decided to approach settlements in peace, though the obvious reason is that as societies began to show their capability to rebuild from the events many decades later, their current ways of living would prove to be unsustainable. Unsurprisingly, most populations were immensely distrustful of the creatures, even though it was exceptionally rare to see the bare form of an Itzal. Treated with somewhat justified suspicion as to their true harmlessness, and aware of the continued possibility of preying upon others, almost all Itzal were rejected outside of remote, spiritual communities, or those that had already begun to accept members of other races. Ultimately, they would find themselves in the company of Arcana Tribes, whose diverse compositions and growing familiarity with the surrounding populations gave them safe harbor.
Notably, the individual I have interviewed appeared to have filed their claws down almost to the very base of the fingertips. When I inquired about this, they explained that it was a condition presented to them by a small trader town that had requested it for the sake of its residents' peace of mind.

Lifespan

60 years

Average Height

2-2.6m