Born and raised in the run-down buildings and scarcely-walked alleyways of Rittensberg, Charvey never knew much of a home other than the humble tavern run by his mother, Calantha. It is among the drunk and the violent that he spent most of his childhood, an environment hardly appropriate for one his age, but one that taught him the craft of thievery as he grew older and more hateful of the world around him. A rusty old knife would, over the years, become his only "friend", to his mother's dismay. These days, he spends his time prowling the streets in search of people who look like they don't belong - easy money.
Eglin Washold, the father of the family, is a face that Charvey can no longer recall, having last seen him far too long ago to remember. Whether he still lives or not, he might as well have never even existed, as far as his son is concerned.
