Faru was born in the volatile and lush world of Charbosi, with the warmth of the waves surrounding her and the bitter cold of its depths existing as a constant reminder of a looming threat. Curious by her very nature, exploration was on the menu almost constantly: an unending and sometimes reckless endeavor that granted her access to both the beautiful, as well as the horrific.
She was greedy in her clutches for information, preferring knowledge over contentment and making it clear to the world very early on that she felt as such. It wasn't without its merits, though, her discoveries and the relics she stumbled upon both fascinated and struck awe into the hearts of many. Her urges led her to the shores in no time, and upon washing onto the beaches of Falyndar, her world was shattered into pieces.
Accompanied by a variety of companions she had convinced into exploring the land; the small party was slain within days. They had ignored the many warnings passed down by their kin, and a combination of the Myrians, Dhani, and a disturbing encounter brought about by
a mysterious set of ponds completely and utterly destroyed their number.
The resulting expedition could only be called miraculous in its outcome, as both a mixture of feral instinct and pure will catapulted the Charoda into the depths of the jungle. She ate only the seaweed she had carried for the journey, and drifted towards the coastline once more, desperate in her desire for survival and simply unwilling to be slain before her time. The occasional waters and pools she stumbled upon sustained her requirements as far as hydration went, though she encountered more than one predator lurking in the depths.
Ultimately the young Charoda came out of the experience alive, but not unscathed. The experience had changed her in a very intimate way, and she had been responsible for the loss of her kinfolk. Despite this, she hadn't lost her thirst for the unknown, and instead had been possessed by a voracious hunger for more. Rejecting the impracticality of exploring further, her webbed feet carried her all the way to the Suvan Sea's edge, and it was there that she sank back into the waters and lost herself for a period of time.
Three years later Faru would emerge once more, changed, and start her trek anew, this time beginning in Syliras. Her time in the waters hadn't been for naught, however, as she had turned calculatory in her psychology, taking the time to quantify and analyze before making her moves across Mizahar. Her movement patterns reflected this as she hired an armed caravan and bought a substantial amount of water to aid her in her journey.
Her end destination wound up being Zeltiva, the port city being a miraculous centerfold of knowledge as well as order. Gone was the carefree entity that had washed onto the edges of Falyndar so long ago; in her place was a scarred creature of hunger whose limitations were walls put up by herself, and would be thus destroyed by herself.