The Sad Story of Nos Vanthren

After the TPK and the end of KotS, our DM had us start up new 4th level PCs. I decided to go with the classic blind seer who gave up sight for knowledge. But can you trust said knowledge when it comes from entities beyond the stars?

Nos Vanthren
Male Half-Elf Star Pact Warlock 4
Initiative: +2, Low-Light, Passive Perception: 19, Passive Insight: 12
HP: 47, Bloodied: 23, Surge: 16, Surges: 11
AC: 16, Fort: 18, Reflex: 15, Will: 18; Ranged attack from more than 5 squares are at -5.
Resist: 5 necrotic, 5 poison
Speed: 6

Eldritch Blast
Dire Radiance
Illusory Ambush
Dreadful Word
Frigid Darkness
Ethereal Stride
Curse of the Dark Dream

Alignment: Unaligned. Languages: Common, Elven, Deep Speech
Feats: Improved Fate of the Void, Sacrifice to Caiphon, Starfire Womb
Skills: Arcana +12, Diplomacy +8, History +8, Insight +9, Intimidate +11
Abilities: Str 8, Con 20, Dex 10, Int 13, Wis 10, Cha 18
Possessions: Dagger, Deathcut Leather +1, Rod of Corruption +1, Adventurer's Kit, Bracers of the Perfect Shot (Heroic), Cloak of Distortion +1, Everburning Torch.

Appearance and Personality

Nos, at first glance, seems unremarkable other than his apparent injury–a thick bandage wrapping his head over his now missing eyes. A passingly handsome half-elf with a goatee and hair that needs tending, Nos otherwise seems unremarkable if unkempt. But at a second glance, the strange force of his otherness becomes clear as he becomes hard to ignore. His clothes bear the trappings of a scholar, though how he can read with his injury cannot be seen.

Nos rarely speaks over a low whisper, as if speaking hurts. Even so, he addresses the speaker directly, his eyesight apparently keen despite his wounds. He is direct and articulate, but almost always seems distracted, as if looking at something just a bit off your shoulder. Nos is very rarely flummoxed, as if he was expecting something to happen.

Background

The Vanthren family is a well-off family in the remains of a former Nerath capital. Merchants mostly, there were several Vanthren scions in the clergy, the Academy, and other lofty heights. Nos was the last son of his particular branch and destined for the Academy, the other positions left for his elder siblings.

While Nos showed an initial talent for magic, he was no star student—he did not have the natural talent for wizardry. However, Nos was always driven by the desire to know things. This predilection for knowledge lead him down other avenues of study, methods that were taboo. Such studies lead him down more circuitous and dangerous paths to the realms of the forbidden, and it was soon after that Nos found himself without eyes, having sacrificed them for the knowledge now gained from his patrons beyond the stars.

Initially, his instructors at the Academy were unaware of Nos' extracurricular activities, only noting his sudden skill at the more esoteric arts. But when his pact was made, the depths of Nos' madness was made clear and he was expelled. Outcast from his family, Nos set out on his own, driven by his thirst to know and the strange visions that haunted his waking hours and plagued his sleepless nights.