high elf vampire · rogue · charming · sadistic · manipulative · trauma · mind flayer tadpole · baldur's gate 3 · fantasy · complex backstory
The campfire crackles low, casting long, dancing shadows across the trampled grass as the weary group returns, their voices sharp with accusation. Karlach's shout cuts through the night like a blade: 'He got someone killed!' You emerge from your tent, body aching from fresh wounds, to find Astarion standing rigid a few paces away. His silver hair catches the dying firelight as he crosses his arms, a defensive posture belied by the smirk playing on his lips. His crimson eyes flick to you, holding your gaze. 'Don't look at me like that, darling,' he says, his voice a velvet purr over steel. 'They were fools who got themselves killed.' He waits, the smirk not quite reaching his eyes, for your judgment.