Ahristotle Charinsk

Before I can even begin to talk about Ahristotle, there is so much that needs to be told about his family. It all truly starts with his father Ralmonstien, because Ralmonstien plays a big influence on Ahristotle’s life growing up. There are many factors that lead up to who Ralmonstien becomes and who he really is. If you do not wish to learn about him, however, please skip to the 7th paragraph.

Ralmonstien Charinsk grew up on a small farm in Ukraine with a twin brother [Alexi], a younger sister [Oksana], an older brother [Mikhailo] and his parents [Milo and Luicielian]. Ralmonstien and Alexi were both born with mental illnesses, Alexi having a bad anxiety disorder and Ralmonstien having bipolar depressive disorder. Ralmonstiens emotions lead to him acting out a lot, and thus made him somewhat of a black sheep of the family. This led to him deciding to run away from home.

Ralmonstien walked whenever he was depressed and needed to be alone, and at first that was what he planned to do. However, he kept on walking further and further south, traveling alone on his way to nowhere. His traveling eventually landed him on the bridge of Cainhurst, a place he thought he could just pass through. He had been walking for months, silent and alone, building a thick emotionless shell to protect himself with. So when guards attempted to get him to leave, he pretended that he did not speak their language and ignored their demands. He would have been captive or dead if not for a woman who reached out a kind hand and convinced they guards to let him be. This woman was Audreella.

Audreella was, perhaps, the kindest woman in all of Cainhurst. She took Ralmonstien into her home and placed him in front of a warm fire. This was when Ralmonstien revealed that he could understand her after all, and the two spoke for a very long time together. Ralmonstien’s ruff appearance and flirtations were very charming to Audreella, however many disapproved of their ever growing relationship. Once Audreella became pregnant with his children, however, there was nothing much that anyone could say, not even Ralmonstien. He did not want to stay with her for so long, he didn’t want to get so close to anyone again, but he felt he had no choice other than to be with her now. So, with the help of her parents, Ralmonstien begged the Queen to be allowed to stay permanently. He swore his undying loyalty to her, and became the palaces personal executioner. If a servant or otherwise needed to be dealt with, he was the one to take them to a chopping block. He also acted as inside protection against the scourge of beasts, if ever they breached the outer defenses.

When Audreella finally gave birth, she unexpectedly had twins. Not having access to the healing blood made Audreella eventually bleed out and die, however her two new sons were healthy. Ralmonstien, was grief-stricken. He wanted to be angry and sad and run away again, but he couldn’t. He was a father now, and he set his priorities on his sons. He was a good father to them both, as they were babies, and their wet-nurse helped Ralmonstien out a lot when it came to learning how to take care of them. Despite the great tragedy, things were good for about a year. However, tragedy would soon strike again when the Church’s Executioners marched on to Cainhurst.

That day was a catastrophe. Ralmonstien was called to duty to fight them off, but when he saw that their ranks were dwindling he fled. He ran to get his family, his children, and struggled to fight their way out. Amongst the chaos, he was separated from the nurse and one of his sons unknowingly, he only discovered this once they were outside the castle walls. He could not risk going back to find them, though, and he was forced to accept that he at least had one son left [Ahristotle] and Audreella’s parents with him. Together, they took off into the night and hid.

After some time passed, Ralmonstien moved them all into a triple story, alleyway home in Yharnam. The third story was an attic, where Audreella’s parents would hide if and when the Church Justiciars would stop by to search for surviving members of Cainhurst. They lived cautiously, but satisfied enough. However, Ralmonstiens depression and inability to handle grief was slowly eating away at him. This only became worse once Audreella’s parents eventually passed away from old age when Ahris was 5 years old. After that Ralmonstien was not sure how to take care of himself, let alone a child, on his own. This lead to him using unhealthy coping mechanisms.

Ralmonstien became a terrible alcoholic throughout the years, and when he drank his emotions became wild. He started out just crying whenever he drank, but when Ahris grew older and started noticing his father changing, Ralmonstien lashed out. Ahristotle suffered a multitude of physical and mental abuse from his father when he was drunk. Ralmonstien continued to drink to avoid the regret of the actions he made while intoxicated, and in his sobriety made the cautious decision of not allowing Ahris to leave the house. Ahristotle was subjected to imprisonment within his own home. He was a very thin, pale and scared child. He was afraid to say or do anything, for every time he tried to speak he was most likely to be struck by his father. Ahristotle had no way to reach out for help, the only times his father left were when he was asleep or during the night of the hunt. Even so, Ahris was too afraid to try to run away. He didn’t have anywhere to run to, the only place he knew was his home, and he feared he would find his own death if he ran away. So he stayed at home and kept himself isolated away from his father.

Ahris did a few small things to keep himself happy, though. He had stolen a throwing knife from his father and used it to carve animal figures out of the wood of furniture his father would break. Whenever there were pests in the house, Ahris would catch them and keep them in a cupboard in his desk. He often only had insects, but he also had found snakes and mice before as well. It all had to be kept hidden, though, because he knew his father would be livid if he found any of it. So, after some time, Ahris would usually release the critters back where he found them. He was a strange child, indeed, but he had nothing else.

When Ahris turned 16, he finally decided to try and stand up to his father. He felt that he was a man now, and should be able to try to make a life on his own. Ralmonstien, of corse, was drunk during their argument and lashed out. The two bickered as Ahris avoided the sloppy swings from his father. That changed when Ralmon reached for his hunting weapon. Ahris didn’t hesitate, acting upon fear, and he took out that knife he stole years ago. He lashed out and attacked his father until Ralmonstien finally fell to the ground in a small puddle of his own blood. Ahris dropped the knife, and hurried to make his escape.

For the first time since he was a baby, Ahristotle saw the outside world. The bright sunshine hurt his eyes and skin, so he stumbled around in shadow the best he could. Luckily, in Yharnam, no one questioned if you were covered in blood, so he moved around virtually unnoticed by the population. However, he had nothing but the clothing on his back. He had no idea where to go or what opportunities a man like himself had out there. This lead to him being homeless for a long time.

Around two years after he had ran away, a kind nun of the church, named Lillian, approached the deathly thin, sunburnt Ahris, and offered him a generous hand. She lead him, carefully, to a small cathedral where she could help him recover. She alone brought him in, and, though the other members of the church frowned upon her bringing in such a petty stranger, she alone helped heal him. She fed him, helped him bathe and regain his strength over the course of three months. Ahris had never been shown such kindness before in his life, and he fell madly in love with the woman who gave him such compassion. Little did he know, she as well felt her heart beat for him more and more as they became better acquainted with each other.

Eventually, Ahristotle gathered the courage to tell Lillian how he felt about her and moved in with her. They lived a very happy relationship. Lillian helped Ahristotle work through the PTSD and anxiety he faced from living in an abusive household his whole life, and slowly he became stronger in willpower. They were together for a few years before Ahristotle proposed to her and they got married. Soon after they got married Lillian became pregnant and the two were so happy to expand their family together.

During this time, Ahristotle wanted to help people how Lillian helped him, but he feared the blood that she and the rest of the church used. His father drank blood more than liquor in his final years, so Ahristotle rejected it strongly for that reason. Instead, he studied how else he could help the people of Yharnam through medicine and surgery. He had hoped to inherit a clinic and become the head doctor of the clinic, where healing blood was only ever used in worst case scenario emergencies. All of these dreams, strengths, and progress would crumble during one unfortunate night.

During one night of the hunt, Lillian was in her third term of her pregnancy and Ahristotle was stuck at the clinic he worked at. When the moon began to rise and the beasts began to flood the streets, Ahristotle took the risk and ran home to his pregnant wife. While Ahris was rushing home, Lillian was experiencing bad contractions. She felt a lot of pain and knew something was wrong, internally begging for Ahris to come home before something bad happened. However, by the time Ahris came home, the worst had come to life. Lillian was experiencing major complications due to a Great One trying to choose her to carry it’s baby as well as her own. It forced her to go into early labor. The Great One became concerned about it’s babies health and came to claim what was Her’s. When Ahris arrived he saw his wife was bleeding badly and being taken by some indescribable, eldritch horror. He panicked and tried to jump over the railing of his home to grab her, however the Great One struck him like a whip, cutting open his face and flinging him down into the sewers.

Miraculously, Ahris had struck a support beam on his way down, which broke his fall before he hit the very bottom of the sewer. So many of his bones were broken, and he was in so much pain, that he had blacked out. When he woke up, he had opened his eyes to see his neighbor, Gascoigne and Henryk giving him blood to try and heal him. Ahris tried to shoot up and get back home, but he was still in too much pain to move. The duo helped him by moving him to a side area out of sight of beasts to keep him safe, but could not stay long because they needed to return to their hunt. Ahris sat in the sewer, alone, in anxious misery until the sun rose and the beasts thinned out. At that point, Ahris felt strong enough to move again and made his way back home. His house was a bloody mess. Ahris followed the trail of blood to the living room, where he found the corpse of his newborn child.

Ahris had now lost two of the most important things in his life, his wife and his child. The depression was too much for Ahris to handle and he isolated himself just as he had as a child, to avoid being hurt again. He didn’t eat much, only enough to stay alive, what he did eat he threw up. He hurt himself constantly to stay somewhat conscious and sane in reality. He often made his way to the roof of his house and looked down at the sewers that almost took his life, but every time he couldn’t bring himself to jump. His grief continued on like this for years until rage of revenge finally over powered the depression of the loss. Only then did he decide to finally turn things around. He cleaned his house up, he cleaned himself up and he started eating again. He rejoined society and began working out again. He went back to studying medicine and forming a plan to join the hunt by himself. All this to uphold a single goal. Destroy everyone and everything involved with the beast plague and the night of the hunt.