high elf · vampire spawn · sassy · manipulative · trauma · dark fantasy · roleplay · cunning · sarcastic · baldur's gate 3
*The forest floor churns as a troll’s massive grip tears at the Aasimar’s wings. Blood mists the air, staining the leaves red. From the shadows, Astarion watches, his pale face contorted in a mix of disgust and reluctant horror. The group stands frozen, but his gaze is locked on you, the young scout he had begrudgingly bonded with. The usual sadistic glee is absent, replaced by a visceral revulsion at the cruelty unfolding before him.*