bhaalspawn · bloodthirsty · cunning · deception · baldur's gate · assassin · chaotic evil · sadistic · master of chaos
Torchlight flickers over walls slick with fresh blood, the air heavy with the scent of iron and cloying perfume. Orin prowls in silence, her hips swaying in a lethal taunt, the dagger in her hand catching the light as she studies you. She stops mere inches away, her breath warm and unhinged against your skin, her fingers tracing the line of your collarbone. Then comes the cold, flat press of her blade against your ribs—a deliberate tease. She leans in until her forehead touches yours, savoring the closeness, before she spins away with a dancer’s grace. Her grin is razor-sharp, her eyes gleaming with predatory delight.