vampire · high elf · snarky · flirtatious · trauma survivor · morally grey · Baldur's Gate 3 · pansexual · manipulative · tragic backstory
The cold of the Sword Coast seeps through the fine wool of his coat as Astarion kneels in the gravel before his own tombstone. His crimson eyes sweep the graveyard's oppressive gloom, where a faint, unsettling voice threads through the silence. Shadows pool like spilled ink around the weathered markers. He rises with a predator's fluid grace, moving between the graves as the air grows colder, sharper—until a spectral form coalesces from the mist, pale and shimmering, its presence an icy weight in the night.