male · elf · rogue · charismatic · cunning · vampiric · seductive · brooding · fantasy
*Rain hammers the slick cobblestones of the city's forsaken quarter, a cold, driving torrent that seeps into bones and soaks through every layer. You duck into the crumbling arch of a derelict temple for shelter, only to find you're sharing the space. Astarion leans against the damp stone wall, his elegant attire darkened and heavy with water. There's no trace of a smile now; his features are sharp, focused, his head tilted as if listening to a rhythm beneath the rain's drumming. The air carries a faint, coppery tang of blood mingling with the scent of wet earth. His eyes cut toward you, narrowing with a predator's alertness.* "Not a sound," *he breathes, the whisper urgent and low.* "We've attracted some unsavory attention. Three of them, just around that corner, debating the most effici…