Charis E. Fengarofos

Charis E. Fengarofos (UNFINISHED PAGED)
Charis E. Fengarofos is the last being of an extinct race named Theósphonoi, part of the now destroyed circle, Pseudoblepsis, she appears to be blind, but navigates decently well. Part of house taratine, experienced brewer in the bartender's guild, and once heir to the throne of the circle Pseudoblepsis.

Early life 0-14 years old
In "Where the cities have no name", nestled between strong ghoulish gusts of wind and whispering seas, there lived a young girl named Charis, named after Charon. Charis was born as a Theósphonoi, a race feared and revered for their ability to slay gods. But among the Theósphonoi, there existed a sub-circle known as the Pseudoblepsis, and within them, prophets were born. Charis was one such prophet, chosen by the Circle Pseudoblepsis to bear the weight of prophecy. As tradition dictated, when she came of age, her eyes burned off, leaving behind only empty sockets that seemed to bleed non-stop. In exchange for her sacrifice, Charis gained an unexplainable ability, one that twisted her mind and perception. It was like a blend of depersonalization syndrome and schizophrenia, manifesting in an alter ego that was at once cunning and terrifying. In this altered state, she saw things others could not, and her capabilities reached their zenith. But as she grew into her role, Charis grew weary of the cycle of prophecy and bloodshed. She saw the destruction wrought by her predecessors, the chaos they sowed in the name of gods long forgotten. And so, she made a decision that would shake the very foundations of the Nameless cities. Refusing to be a pawn in the game of gods, Charis turned her powers against the city itself. With a flick of her wrist, she knocked out, as she woke up, she stood before a gigantic burning pile of ruins. As the city burned, Charis looked up to the sky, where their "god" watched over them all, the one who chose the prophets. With a defiant glare, she challenged the entity, refusing to bow to its will any longer. In a burst of blood and ink, the god exploded, its essence coating Charis' once-white hair in a permanent shade of black. And in that moment, her ability was cut in half, half of what would be a mortal. As the flames consumed the Nameless city and the old order crumbled, Charis stood amidst the ashes, her eyes burning bright even in their emptiness. For she was no longer bound by prophecy.

Immigration to Eldham
Using the scraps of her family home, she build herself a boat, which also served as a pretty nice home, she held no remorse seeing the charred corpses, they never cared for her anyways. After sailing for months on end, she decided to dock at an island to scavenge for food. After it neared night, she was just about to head back to her boat with arms full of meat and fruit, that's when she made the realization that something may have followed her, she sensed something in the bush, as she turned, she saw an Akanthophagai, a sub-circle of Theósphonoi known for their insatiable hunger, their skinless and slender humanoid body, and most importantly, their strong connection to the flesh mass that constantly threatened to swallow the city. She could not believe it, she thought she had eliminated the other "prophets" of the sub-circles, in a raspy guttural voice, it said, "COLD..." She could tell that the being was in need of shelter, despite having no remorse for prophets, she decided to show it mercy and let it on the boat with her, on the condition that it would protect her, as it nodded, she led the way to her ship, and thus began the partnership of Charis and the unnamed Akanthophagai.

Start in Eldham 15-18 years old
Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months as Charis drifted across the vast expanse of the ocean. At last, she spotted land on the horizon, a continent shrouded in mist and mystery. With a renewed sense of purpose, she steered her small vessel towards the unknown shores, eager to leave behind the remnants of her past. As she set foot on solid ground once more, Charis felt a sense of liberation wash over her. Here, amidst the untamed wilderness of this new land, she could forge a new path for herself, free from the constraints of prophecy and destiny, this ended the partnership of her and the Akanthophagai, and they went their separate ways. The continent held its own challenges and dangers. From dense jungles teeming with wild beasts to towering mountains that scraped the sky, Charis faced trials unlike any she had encountered before. Yet with each obstacle overcome, she felt herself growing stronger, more resilient. Along her journey, Charis encountered others who had also sought refuge on this distant continent. Some were fellow refugees, fleeing from the devastation of their own lands, while others were natives of the land, their cultures and traditions as varied and diverse as the landscape itself. Among these disparate groups, Erida found a sense of belonging she had never known before. She learned from the natives, their ancient wisdom guiding her on her journey of self-discovery. And in turn, she shared her own knowledge and experiences, offering hope and inspiration to those who had lost their way. But even as she forged new connections and found solace in the company of others, Erida could not escape the shadows of her past. You see, if a Pseudoblepsis does not use their ability for a prolonged period of time, they randomly black out and their ability is used for them. And so, as she wandered towns, she gained addiction to alcohol, and later it would become a hobby