Traits

• Type: Standard
• Aspect: Death (mythic) || Water (common)
• Mask: Natural Mask - Coral (common)
• Horns: Common Branch Horns (common)
• Tail: Common Branch Tail (common)
• Patches: Common Patches (common)
• Additional Traits:
  • Mushroom Flora (rare)
  • Everglowing Eyes (mythic)
  • Autumn Bonus (special)

Seedling

Charos was orphaned from a young age. He was bounced from home to orphanage a lot and never seemed to be able to settle in one place before something happened and he was moved somewhere else. It wasn't his fault, or even those who took him in, it just seemed like a string of bad luck.

Youngling

The satyr spent a lot of his youth in a community home. It wasn't unlike how browbirds were raised, so he supposed for many this was normal. He felt strange and disconnected from nature for a long time, but otherwise seemed to do fine in this environment. It was during this time he learned that he loved games and, even more than playing them, he liked winning them. He set up many different "high stakes" games. Other kids would give up desserts or toys or other things they'd saved their pennies for when, not if, they lost. Despite the misery of crying children, the games were widely popular until the caretakers stepped in and shut that whole operation down.

Young Adult

Charos struck out on his own as soon as he was able. He didn't look back at the home or the slapdash family he'd been raised with. He needed space to figure himself out without overbearing rules and structure. What he hadn't realized was just how difficult it actually was to thrive in the world without someone else to kick off of. This frustrated the satyr, as all of his accomplishments seemed to be from the desperation and greed of others versus his own strengths.

Charos spent time digging deeper into himself to figure out what it was he was actually good at and the biggest key factor was he was good at being him. He was charismatic, he was well liked and manipulative when he wanted to be. He was a ringleader and the world was his little circus. It was a start!

Adult | Current

After blood, sweat and tears had been poured into growing up for a time, Charos was finally running the little circus he felt destined to lead. He had good staff, he had a strong reputation, he had entertainment, money, infamy and most importantly he had power. The satyr joined up with some of the other big wigs in the crime world and their ring only grew stronger and larger.

Aspects

• Water: Charos had always had an affinity to water, so it was no shock to the satyr that that was where his strengths seemed to grow.
• Death: He was, however, more surprised when death was also one of the aspects that coursed through him. It was wildly helpful for his business, though it had added to the "ferryman" being a nickname of his. He ran with it and named his speakeasy the Styx as a little tongue in cheek gesture. Still, death was common when you lingered around Charos for too long. Perhaps that was some of the poor luck that had befallen him all those years ago after all. He just hadn't known it yet.
• Synchrony: DESCRIPTION

• The satyr is often referred to as "The Ferryman". It's a nickname he finds a bit funny because he's not the one doing the dirty work of ushering bodies when they wind up dead. He will take their coin though.
• Yes he will absolutely beat your ass in with that oar of his.
• Charos is actually a massive flirt, which has gotten many who've caught his eye into trouble in the past.
• He knows there's a lot of silly rumors about him actually being a spirit of death. He never corrects anyone because it's free publicity.
• Charos is quite fond of his staff and is protective of them. They're his little found family and they all have a tight bond.