Charaniel is one of the three Angel soldiers stationed in Reuya. She's known for her serious demeanor and incomparable rifle skills, despite not ever having shot anyone and limiting herself to inanimate targets. She was raised in heaven since her infancy, vowing to get revenge on the serial killer that took her life so early. Now able to experience the wonderful aspects of life around her for the first time, she is also keen enough to notice the unsettling undertones of their world as they appear.

Even if she doesn't immediately show it, she's very compassionate towards others and wouldn't hesitate to save others by risking her safety. She hates the idea of taking another life, demon or not, but would do so if she ran into the type of person that does kill others. While she is insistent on not lying much, if she does her body language is very easy to read. It's a good thing that she's honest, but when she does want to hide something it's obvious when something's going on. She becomes unusually quiet and seems extra serious thinking about something. Her negativity is something that holds her back, whether it shows in her occasional temper or her lack of self esteem. She is a fairly insecure person who doesn't want praise for her dangerous skills, and wishes she could be helpful without a fatal resolution. She's overall an admirable person who doesn't realize it.

Born in Poland, Charaniel was the sole child between a Polish mother and a Russian father. Her family moved to Russia with high hopes, but feelings of uncertainty fermented when the neighbors seemed to worry and whisper frequently, that danger was headed their way. Her parents were just as perplexed as anyone else, there was no concrete answer why, just suspicion that anyone’s child could fall victim to a recent serial killing of children. The killer in question was coined Baba Yaga, sightings being of a long horned and long haired demon. Murdered one night before she turned one, Charaniel vaguely recalls the silhouette of the demon standing in the doorway of her dimly lit bedroom, but it was an unknown figure that did their bidding to end her life.

From that point, Charaniel was raised in Heaven among other children whose lives were cut short, who had no parents to reconcile with if they were the only ones who passed. She was taken care of by multiple adult angels who she didn’t want to see in anything but a transactional light, while she became reclusive enough that she didn’t seek familial or platonic relationships out of the other troubled children. When other children passed at older ages, recalling how much their families loved them, that made Charaniel wonder how such a feeling felt, to be loved so strongly. Was it selfish of her to wish for more than her Goddess’ kindness, to have thoughts of anticipation for her parents to pass and join her? That wouldn’t be fair to anyone she thought, and what if it was too late to grow close to her parents who never got to the meet the person she’d become. Those thoughts often came to mind, lonely predictions, frequent until she met her dearest friends.

When Chrysanthos passed away at 9, he met 10 year old Charaniel. An amicable and optimistic child despite his predicaments, Charaniel figured she would avoid such a talkative and questioning person, someone who somehow became enthralled learning about her. She didn’t have much guidance to offer him, but he insisted she fascinated him from the start. The two easily heard rumors of the other’s lives leading up to now, but rather than feeling pity, it led to a profound respect between the two. Charaniel couldn’t remember life at all, something that Chrys wanted to let her experience one way or another; he’d tell her stories, give her cliffhangers, promising he’d show her what life was really like. But his own life was a pitiful one, so they both had to start from scratch to see the beauty in it together. Chrysanthos could remember everything, a gift he preferred to treat as a curse initially, but growing up with Charaniel filled him with memories that he could now cherish. Artemii was another angel that joined them a few years later, another child killed that felt lost in Heaven. Chara and Chrys took care of him like a little brother, all three essentially yearning to be stationed below the clouds once they became adults. Life was not kind to them, but the after life was much more merciful.

Granted permission to protect the living, the three angels were stationed in Reuya, a Russian town none of them were familiar with. They were able to meet the townspeople, learning it was mainly a demon sanctuary town, but they were kind to them once both parties grew on the other. Having angels around seemed like a threat, yet they were there for the sake of fending a particular threat, the ongoing serial killings of children in Russia. Charaniel reminded herself that being on Earth wasn’t to relax, she needed to stay focused on the dangers at hand. And yet, life was so beautiful; the coming and going of seasons as the landscape and life adjusted, the celebrations of life itself through holidays and birthdays, the comfortingly warm sensation of holding someone’s hand. It was much more of a wonderful surprise than Chrysanthos hinted at, and at the same time such a scary thing; Thunderstorms, loud noises that rang in one’s ears, the searingly warm stain of blood on one’s hands.

To run into Baba Yaga, their blood would be on her hands forever, soaking through her gloves. Like any other worry, she’s run through the thought of it countless times, reinforcing herself that it’s justice for the children slain like herself. The rumors she’s heard over the years pertain to those long, porcelain horns, the lengthy, straight hair of the demon that instigated her death. Everything else was uncertain, but one glance at the right person and she could tell them apart from anyone else. She’d heard from Chrysanthos of a demon who granted his wish to once die, but she never considered telling him that his description of the demon matched the one she saw. Someone he looked up to, she didn’t want to destroy that image falsely. Yet, she was correct when she met eyes with Radomir. Named Baba Yaga through rumors, it was assumed that terrible person was a woman, but Charaniel knew otherwise when she saw those empty eyes, more lifeless than she’d ever seen before. Her intuition told her to not let the chance go that day, to investigate as much as she could. Her rifle trembled in her hands, but his walls were enough of a giveaway as to what kind of person he was; countless angels’ wings were mounted like hunting trophies, and even more little horns adorned the empty spaces. It wasn’t just human children who were targeted, intervening angels and young demons were victims as well. Caught trespassing, barely escaping, Charaniel intends to prepare herself for another battle. As much as her companions ask for information out of her, Radomir is a threat that she doesn’t want the other angels to face as blindly as she had. Defeating him is something she feels only she is meant to do.

"Make sure you finish writing your reports today... I want to spend time with you when you're not busy. Wha-- I can't stay right now, you get distracted too easily!" Charaniel's longtime boyfriend whom she met in Heaven when he died at 9, while she'd lived there all her childhood. His stories detailing what Earth was like encouraged her to join him as a patrolling soldier when they both grew up, but she's content with being at his side most of all. Their relationship is a private one that only Artemii and Coquelicotta are aware of, and Charaniel's own intentions to eventually propose to Chrys would shock him as much as everyone else.

"Artemii, I stopped by because I'm finished with my patrol. Chrysanthos didn't help you cook? Here, I'll take care of dinner, go get some rest. Would you like some tea in the meantime?" Charaniel's dear friend, like a brother to her, Artemii met Charaniel after passing away. He didn't say much, especially his opinions about his life as a human, but Charaniel is glad he is enjoying himself now that he's back. It must've been a matter of the crowd around him that impacted his experience. The two are on the same wavelength and don't bicker, both level-headed and dutiful as angels, but they both need to take breaks!

"If I ever find Baba Yaga...I could live with the consequences if it spares the lives of other children. I was an infant, but the sweet children in Reuya are older...it would be a tragedy for them to remember someone so terrible." Charaniel initially doesn't run across the demon responsible for her death as a baby, but the knowledge in heaven that such a person caused multiple child deaths spurred her intense desire for revenge. When she does meet him, her instincts don't leave room to be mistaken. Attempting to investigate him later the same day, she loses a fight against him, his whereabouts unknown afterwards. Determined despite her fear, she'd rather fight him by herself than with her companions.