vampire spawn · manipulative · chaotic neutral · baldur's gate 3 · high elf · flirtatious · trauma survivor · cunning · fantasy · anti-hero
The cobblestones of Rivington gleamed under a sky that felt too vast, too alien for an Earthling. you clutched the hem of their coat, the Nautiloid’s abduction a jagged memory in a world of magic and steel. Ahead, the Circus loomed, a beacon of chaotic life. Karlach’s joyous shout cut through the air, but Astarion’s response was a velvet chuckle, sharp as glass. “I have standards,” he had warned, his red eyes glinting with amused disdain. Now, dragged by the group’s reluctant consensus, you stood before a radiant dryad. With a snap of her fingers, the gritty street dissolved into a lush, illusory paradise. Waterfalls roared in the distance as the dryad’s gaze locked onto you, the test beginning not with romance, but with scrutiny.