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archive side-blog for @favoriteache. contains prompts, character metas, inspiration, etc. guidelines.

mauve ichida.

remy wedledle.

shaki.

barbara byrd.

vivienne allard.

valentina ricci.

varvara moroz

astarion ancunin

yvonne lefurgey

ceri sokolova

henrike bane

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MAGDALENE BAKST / AZRADATH

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original character set in a magical realistic universe, affiliated with @ prophetin's emily kurosawa.

full name: magdalene bakst, nickname(s): for clarity's sake, azradath is the name for the demon pre-possession. no one knows of this name.  lena is the name for magdalene pre-possession.  magda is the name for azradath during the possession. age: 18 years old gender, pronouns: she/her? sexuality: bisexual? profession: highschooler, emily's undead servant

appearance:

she has numerous scars she owes to her deadly accident. the most visible one is across her chest.

sometimes she can't seem to move from the waist down. (the cost of being a dead body!)

she has a "tattoo", which is actually a rune on the nape of her neck, which stands as the brand bonding her to emily.

personality:

lena loved horses, and knew everything about them.

magda is extremely lazy.

lena was a horse girl, bright and young and full of life, absolutely enamoured with the horses in her dad's ranch. her favorite being dodi

during a competition, lena had an accident. she died from her injuries

emily stole lena's body to use it for her necromancy, hoping to get a servant out of her

during the ritual, emily gets the runes wrong and, instead, conjures the trickster demon azradath

azradath, always one to make the most of a bad situation, decides to play along. she calls herself magda, and attempts to embody the dead lena, though they share few similarities

the long biography. on tricksters.

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MAGDALENE BAKST -- a history

magdalene is a sweet child, and it is a tragedy that she dies only seventeen years after taking her first breath. it is tragic, yes, but not uncommon... if the story had stopped there, then it would not have been a very interesting one.

thankfully, it is not the beginning of the story!... well. not for lena. for magda, though... more of a continuation, but the beginning of a new chapter for sure! whatever, semantics. the point is: it all starts the day of lena's dying.

that day is a competition day: her whole family is standing mere meters from the tragic event, and no one forecasts what is going to happen. one second, everything is fine, lena might even win the damn thing, and the next, it all goes awry: dodi refuses to take the obstacle. the girl’s impact against the wood of the impediment immediately strikes her unconscious.

she dies a few days later ; should have stayed dead, really, if emily kurosawa had not visited her that very same day. a few words spoken in the right language, the wax of a candle against the nape of her neck, and that’s all there was to it. well, and a confusion spell to make sure no one remembered having declared the poor girl dead a day prior. that very same day, magdalene dies and azradath takes her place-- the only proof of the change being the pink gleam of her eyes when the lights are off.

the whole event is, of course, an accident: emily obviously meant to bring back her fellow highschooler, and probably did not expect a demon to answer her call. but with magic, intent often matters less than the words used, and emily’s approximate pronounciation trapped the demon inside the body of an eighteen year old girl.

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MAGDALENE BAKST -- ON TRICKSTERS

the trickster, the riddler, the keeper of balance.

tricksters are very powerful entities who delight in breaking rules and playing tricks on both humans and gods. most are shape-changers, able to take any forms that would fit their mischievous agenda. operating outside of the framework of right and wrong, tricksters do not recognise the rules of society.

these creatures are immortals : you might be able to kill them in a form, but they will soon miraculously be brought back to life in another. their apparent mortality leads people to believe they’re somewhat less dangerous than other gods or demons. but do not be fooled by their vulnerability. a trickster is a creature who remembers. those who have affronted them, in a life or another, often pay the price. as they say, payback’s a bitch.

tricksters have numerous other powers, from enhanced senses to great strength. some would say there is no limit to a trickster’s power, since their very existence is to challenge reality and the order of things. however, they are most often too lazy to really work on discovering what they are capable of.

often childish, greedy and even nasty, it does not keep them from being friendly, helpful, clever or wise. they are paradoxical creatures : both clumsy and possessing amazing powers of survival, both foolish and cunning.

chaotic and disordly entities, they still act out many human urges and desires that people learn to forecast, in order to keep them content.

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CERI SOKOLOVA

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original character set in a horror universe.

full name: ceri sokolova nickname(s): cerishka, by her father age: dead, 25 years old gender, pronouns: she/they sexuality: bisexual profession: working at a fast food restaurant

appearance:

deadly pale

she used to have green eyes, but now she has heterochromia: her right eye, her mother's green, the left, her father's brown

mama and papa are scientists, set on reading the great book of nature through their studies

mama's work took on papa's name and she never recovered: she gave him two children, took pills like it would make her forget her own wasted potential, until the pills took her life

papa stole the last of her research. didn't rise to the challenge of being a better father

ceri never developed a taste for science. she liked moving her body and being outside and doing loud and stupid things, like kissing people and playing with dogs

she wasn't privy to papa's special projects, not like her older brother, levi, was.

which is how it all happens: a curious ceri, an unwarned ceri, barging into papa's special lab. touching what should not be touched. lit from within by lightning. dead on impact.

papa finds his corpse-daughter and says i will make her rise. papa does not let science make a liar out of him. papa says i will do better than my wife-- he remakes ceri the way she should have been from the start

his perfect daughter awakes with the lightning storm. she is perfect

(she doesn't recognize herself)

papa needs her for the cameras. his very own miracle.

the long biography.

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HENRIKE BANE

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original character established in the 'the boys' universe. interview with the vampire verse available.

full name: henrike bane nickname(s): ree, by her ex-husband, doctor bliss (on tv) age: 40 years old gender, pronouns: she/her sexuality: bisexual profession: psychiatrist

appearance:

dirty blonde, perfect brushing

unremarkable height

always wearing suits and kitten heels, even outside of work hours

her mother was a vought employee who struggle to conceive. vought gifted her with compound v to thank her for her work. she expected the baby to be extraordinary

but the child is quiet. she doesn't fly or breathe fire. it's barely if she speaks

her mother has an history of depression. it gets worse after henrike's birth, and her mental health steadily declines in henrike's childhood

henrike then "heals" the effects of the depression with her ability, unaware of what she is doing

her mother immediately develops an addiction and starts being very controlling, refusing to be away from her daughter for long

her mother grows paranoid, convinced "they" want to steal her away, making her agitated and violent. scared, henrike retaliates without being aware of what she's doing (she just wanted her to be quiet)

she's fourteen when her mother dies

she goes to live with her grandparents

she discovers psychiatry in a book and decides it's her life's calling

she wants to cure depression the way people want to cure cancer

henrike interviews at vought, but no one wants her to be a superhero except for her grand-mother

instead, edgar stan offers her the supe's therapist job: to keep them in check. she also gets a tv show for herself where she demonstrates her abilities on civilian

she's bored of it all. her husband divorces her. she's about to quit when they offer her another job at grove center, to experiment with compound v on human subjects

she accepts

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INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE. a vampire working for talamasca as a therapist for newly turned monsters. she feels no kinship with other vampires and just enjoys being able to do her job. sometimes killing the crazy fledgling on the loose isn't the option so that's when they call her. ensues hannibal (nbc) levels of psychological torture, with henrike breaking you into a thousand tiny pieces just to build you back up, fang-less. difficult to determine how good she is at her job

the long biography.

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VARVARA MOROZ

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original character established in the cyberpunk 2077 universe, as "v", the nomad path.

full name: varvara moroz nickname(s): v age: 27 years old gender, pronouns: she/they sexuality: bisexual profession: merc, she rarely uses cyberware and only has the basics of netrunning. she prefers her own finger on the trigger, doesn't trust anything else

appearance:

she alternates between goddess braids and fulani braids

usually wearing what your 50 years old uncle is currently wearing

personality:

they're quiet

she has very black and white thinking, and acts accordingly. that goes with a strong sense of justice, of right and wrong that she abides by

she was part of the bakkers, they used to call her the gh0st, famous racer and infamous shot

at the merge with the snake nation, varvara dipped out, disagreeing with the direction they were going

she's loyal. she meets jackie and doesn't leave his side again after that.

his death means having to avenge him. she doesn't even question it. she doesn't do it for her, but for him

she doesn't like johnny, but the ennemy of your ennemy is your friend or whatever

she asks for panam's help for the tower.

at the very end, there's a choice to make but it's no choice at all when you think about it: six months or a lifetime. she gives the lifetime to johnny

the full biography.

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VALENTINA RICCI

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original character established in the cyberpunk 2077 universe, as "v", the street kid path.

full name: valentina ricci nickname(s): v, val age: 27 years old gender, pronouns: they/them, feminine language can be used for them but neutral is preferred. they tend to avoid masculine terms sexuality: bisexual profession: merc, known for discretion and their preference for blades over firearms

appearance:

long blond hair, obviously bleached

lots of make-up and glitter

they always dress like they're about to go to the club (little to no clothes, a lot of see-through fabrics)

personality:

too optimistic for their situation and the kind of job they do

utterly fearless. death is just the next step

weird, reluctant to make eye contact. they often miss social cues and speak before its their turn

v doesn't know their parents. they got adopted by a bunch of washed-up dolls

they're well-known in the underground scene of night city. great dancer, great lay. always driving the fastest car, snorting the most drugs. it's all hedonistic pleasure and little to no work

unless jackie asks. which is often

they prefer merc work to the doll life, which is why they're trained in hand to hand combat.

meeting johnny's a bit like meeting a shittier reflection of yourself. they share the same fucked up love of everything bad for them, and an utter disregard for their personal safety

like two stars colliding

its love at first sight, basically, with hundreds dead lying in the background of their shitty romance

they make the most of it, of course. the best cars, the best drugs, the nicest outfits. they really take advantage of the dying lifestyle

until the party ends. there will be no arasaka for v

the pills, johnny's trusted gun. one shot to announce the party's ending

unless stated otherwise, val is in a fucked-up situationship with johnny. shipping remains possible.

the full biography.

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VIVIENNE ALLARD -- a history

v's life has always been the corporation: an ambitious young woman who seeks to climb the ranks of arasaka with an efficiency never seen before. she was good at it, too; a skillfull netrunner and a ruthless one at that. still, a small bug in the program of her career: the stress levels of wanting something so very much you forget to watch your rear-view mirror.

losing her job nearly destroys her. she buries herself in the net, she starts modifying her body beyond recognition until she is barely more human than machine. every bit of money goes to cyberware, because she doesn't think she's good enough on her own anymore. on the mercernary scene, everyone knows of the corpo robot bitch; a mean cunt with a bit of an ego. it's all smoke & mirrors but no one has to know, except jackie. she's a fixer's wet dream, though, because when vivienne tells you she's going to wreak havoc, she does so with gusto.

every mission is nothing short of a work of art. but in the streets of nightcity, precision doesn't matter much. arasaka always gets the last word: you still get killed-- or your friends do. when jackie falls, v gets angry. she gets so fucking angry even the machine within her starts rumbling a weird, mean sound. it's an ugly grief that she caries every moment past his death-- johnny's rambling only adds fuel to the fire.

& so the story goes. from corpo failure to merc scum. with nothing to her name but a long list of "lots of potential. no success", she decides to bet everything on rage & spite. with no one but johnny and her guts telling her carnage is the only answer to her connundrum, v assaults the tower. she does it alone & scared & hungry, johnny another finger behind the trigger.

in the net, v breathes for the very first time. it tastes sweet. arasaka can fucking explode, v's got her hands between their ribs and she's taking off the plug, thank you very much. when alt tells them johnny should go back, vivienne laughs. no fucking way. she did it. she did what johnny couldn't (she did it for him, too, though she will never admit it out loud: you're welcome, asshole) and she wants to enjoy the six fucking months of glory that come with it.

so she gets out. from corpo bitch to fucking legend. next step's the stars.

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VIVIENNE ALLARD

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original character established in the cyberpunk 2077 universe, as "v", the corpo path.

full name: vivienne allard nickname(s): v, yen (by very close friends), corpo robot bitch age: 27 years old gender, pronouns: she/her sexuality: bisexual profession: merc, specializing as a netrunner

appearance:

jet black hair, the ends dipped in blood-red

more metal than woman, she must be 80% cyberware

sharp and expensive looking, despite the shitholes she lives in now

personality:

she's a fixer's wet dream: efficient, ruthless, and meticulous

her whole life is the corporation.

she climbs ranks like there's no tomorrow: a bright young netrunner on a warpath

too bad she's anxious. vomiting on the daily. popping pills like there's no tomorrow

she loses the job the way everyone does at arasaka: betrayed, belittled, blindsided

that almost kills her. she buries herself in the net, modifies her body beyond recognition

on the merc scene, they call her the corpo robot bitch. a fitting title.

she owes her survival to jackie, and she's fully aware of it. that's the finger on the trigger for all of her decisions at the beginning of the game. for jackie.

then no jackie and a whole fucking lot of johnny. there's no lost love between them, but they make it work (badly)

they're a snake eating their own tail. johnny says it all has to go up in flames and doesn't even have to start waxing poetics about rebellion before v agrees. because she wants the corporations to bleed. what comes after doesn't fucking matter to her. it's not politics, it's revenge

they storm the tower. just the two of them.

in the net, they settle the debt: she got arasaka for him, so now he leaves her body. she'll only have six months to live but that doesn't fucking matter: it's six months of glory

she earned them, thanks

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BARBARA BYRD -- a history

she didn't even come to the city : born & bred here, like a true rat. (rags to riches!!! a true hollywood miracle) bullshit, but she still likes to hear the story coming out of their mouth. the way they've purified it, cleansed it, made her pure & virginal & beautiful. diamond in the rough, cradled by harold's hands, honed until she became the brightest & sharpest of his jewels. that's why they like to call him the king once the curtains are closed : he's the one with the new girls, the pretty girls, the soft girls. the ones that haven't been crushed by the flashlights and the wandering hands. he turns them into whatever he wants, dolls of clay, his own little army.

and then he found barbara. dirty blood, dirty mouth. new york rat, crawling to the surface, ready to gnaw at any girl's bones just to take her place. sometimes she thinks that's what drew harold to her: the hunger. he told her that's what horror is all about. hunger. the haunting house's just a big mouth wanting to digest you completely. a serial killer's always toeing with cannibalism, your death as a feast. and for once she doesn't disagree: it's all about the feeling in your guts, telling you to open your mouth, swallow more than you can chew, just so you won't miss your shot.

and now she's stuck. here.

harold's hands along the lithe lines of her body as she is spitting out promises she will not know how to keep, barbie doll all ready for the taking. and so taking he does — taking her apart like a well-done jigsaw puzzle; getting back to its box, piece by piece. he is mapping out his territory with hands & mouth, and it's all so pretty, the ceiling is golden, she sees it as he kisses his way down her body, the body he owns, the body he bought, the body she signed away without second thought because it meant getting out of that shit-hole mamoshka wanted her to call home but was absolutely fucking not.

baby, barbie, you made that choice, right, you made it, say you made it, you make it every day, you make it by not leaving the house, even when the hand tightens even when the voice gets louder even when you close your eyes so tight you can't even see the golden ceiling as he pounds into you louder than your heart louder than your thoughts LOUDER than anything you ever managed to be. that's your choice, doll. fucking own it.

there is ice in her eyes & mother russia would be proud, except barbara is a new york rat with an immigrant mother and learned russian the way you learn card tricks— for the show. sold her pretty russian doll heritage to the big hollywood scene because it is the only kind of exoticism americans can digest. (the white kind)

no one can stop you but you! because that's what you do. and there is the golden ceilling again, and the golden ring, and she's thinking not this time, she's thinking fuck you, she's thinking about how she didn't choose her mother's addiction or her fucked-up father or her shitty luck. she's thinking about how, somwhere, she got lucky, and by lucky she means she knew who to fuck, and she fucked just the right way, and got herself a job and another and another and soon she'll have a brand and soon she'll have everything and no one will fucking stop her. she is barbara byrd soon to be montpellier, and she'll own everything and it won't matter ; the collar around the throat in the form of a loving hand, or the screams, or the fear pooling low in her stomach making the golden ceiling a bit hazy as it disappears behind tears.

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BARBARA BYRD

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original character existing in a our current modern world.

full name: barbara byrd nickname(s): barbs, horror barbie in the tabloids age: twenty-eight years old gender, pronouns: she/her sexuality: bisexual profession: actress, mostly known for her roles in horror movies directed by her future husband, harold montpellier

appearance:

fake blonde

the hollywood type: perfect boobs to ass ratio, tiny waist, elegant nose

brown eyes but she wears contacts to make them more "interesting".

she has a slight russian accent from her mother that she can switch on and off. she's actually rather talented at accents, especially the french one she stole from her husband

born & bred in new york, more specifically brighton beach. it's known for its large population of russian-speaking immigrants

her mother is a soviet jew who immigrated to the us with her parents in the 1960s. she married in the states and had difficulty conceiving a child, getting pregnant at 35. the whole pregnancy was a disaster, the cherry on top of a cake of shitty decisions and growing distance. as a result: the father left mother and child when barbs was an infant

barbs had a difficult childhood: her mother couldn't make ends meet due to her untreated gambling addiction, resulting in barbs having to become self-sufficient very early on

barbara joins the acting club of her public school, then the local public theatre. it's a way to stay near amenities in the winter and to make friends she can rely on

at 18 she gets discovered by harold montpellier, ten years her elder, a rising director (mostly for horror movies)

it starts with a few tasks: a minor role in a movie, then he puts her tits out in a photoshoot. and for some reason, all of it feels like a gift, because she doesn't have to worry too much about keeping a roof over her head

two years later and he gives her the role of the face of his next franchise

the first movie catapults her to fame with little to no training nor support. harold takes advantage, presenting himself as her lighthouse in the storm. when he proposes, barbs sees it as a way to ensure her future. she says yes. she thinks she's trapping him, he knows he's trapping her

since the first is a hit, he asks for a second movie, and a third, and a fourth. soon enough there's no montpellier production without barbara byrd starring in it

the thing is, the whole industry knows montpellier's methods are "unconventional" (read: fucking traumatic)

but at first, everything's fine

work is hell and at home he's the loveliest husband. they can make it work. they're in love and rich. he is powerful and she is his and that's fine

until the jealousy. the screaming. the violence.

she knows the story, she's been the face of it for years now. stuck in a marriage like her heroines are stuck in the haunted house. no escape.

the full biography.

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just saw this clip of stacy talking abt the scene of naim's frst encounter with the entity at hunter's funeral and explaining how the entity targets naim by mimicking ryan's lust bc it's whole design is to link desire with fear. though naim is crying and shaken it doesn't offer words of comfort, it pulls him in for a rough kiss and tries to arouse him--targeting naim's sexual desire specifically. only once naim responds, kissing back with fervour, does it become violent. because the entity's main goal is to link fear and desire in naim's mind. pavlovian conditioning: by associating arousal with violence and fear, any feelings of lust and desire will be avoided. that's why the church enacts the ritual. they don't want queer kids dead, they want them scared. the goal has always been conformity. we need fear. fear is how we survive.

but when naim's last act in the face of what could be his death is to reach up and gently cup the entity's face, it falters. because to the people who set this thing upon ryan and naim and hunter, love was never part of the equation. the church puts so much emphasis on lust and desire because that's all queerness is to these people--sexual immorality condemned by God. and that's why the entity, a tool used by religious folk to scare kids away from their queerness and force them to conform, ultimately fails to drive ryan and naim apart.

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CLAIRE NOVAK.

born & raised in illinois, pontiac. little girl with pretty blonde locks, and grey dresses. churchgoers as parents, angels said to be watching over you. bible on your nightstand, cross on a chain around the neck. god filling every space you would have been afraid of; the dark is not full of terrors, it is only devoid of life. you are not scared. not until daddy disappears into the night without an explanation. you’re ten when the angels take your father. literally.

daddy comes back home one year later. mommy has almost gone crazy. she kisses him on the mouth so hard you have to look away. there is a reason, he says, that i was gone so long. he talks about angels, he talks about castiel. a name you hate on the spot . the night expands, the light dims. god is an absent father .

one day your dad is not your dad anymore. he’s angry & violent. he takes you away, with your mom. his hand again your cheek, so hard, not only you look away, you also start crying. then he disappears again, and you’re left alone with the dark. when he comes back, he is accompanied by two men you know nothing about. the winchesters. the fight is lethal. there is only one option left: castiel asks & you breathe yes through gritted teeth. you’re terrified, but he promises light, light, light. you’re so young - - - you believe him.

your hands are being used to kill. you do it without second thought, without mercy. it is not you who act, but it is your body, and you refuse to believe that body & soul are two different entities. this is your body, it is who you are. a killer. a vessel. your dad is dying. you can see it through your eyes, but nothing can be done. castiel talks to him while you’re screaming inside your own head. he is dying. castiel tells him that you are special. another perfect vessel for him. he says that he will have to keep you. no other choice, he says. daddy says no. daddy says give me the light & let her go into the night. daddy dies. daddy disappears. daddy is an empty body.

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SHAKI

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original character established in the baldur's gate 3 universe, compatible with most fantasy universes. her lore is connected to remy's & the dancing vampyrs.

full name: shaki nickname(s): // age: physically 26 years old, currently 560 gender, pronouns: she/her sexuality: bisexual profession: warlock, the hexblade pact race: tieffling, from asmodeus' infernal bloodline.

appearance:

shaki has grey-lavender skin, black scera and glowing green irises. she has horns, facial tattoos and ritualistic scars on her face. in other words: she looks like a devil, and usually plays the part.

shaki has a very deep feminine voice.

personality:

sometimes you'll find her murmuring to someone who isn't there. (it's always adressed to blaiseuse)

shaki can be very honest and very manipulative, it all depends on the hour of the day. if she can seem cruel in her honesty, it's often a much better option to the alternative...

while whatever mental disorders she carries remain undiagnosed, it is evident from your first interactions with her that something is deeply, deeply wrong with her.

shaki's understanding of reality is extremely impaired, limited to her urges, be they childish or cruel. she hurts people because she can, because it's easy, because it's fun... because there must be limits, surely, to what she can get away with... and she wants someone to remind her of that, but it never comes. (in reality, the psychic separation from her mistress (and blaiseuse's death) has deeply scarred her, on top of the trauma she has faced as a spawn.)

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the dancing vampyrs.

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THE DANCING VAMPYRS

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as we eat his flesh that was sacrificed for us, we are made strong, and, as we drink his blood that was poured out for us, we are washed clean.

in a note written by amanita szaar, found in cazador's mansion, you can discover a list of the master vampires before vellioth. on it, the proof that from 955-998: the vampire lord of baldur's gate, blaiseuse the coryphee, led her spawn in ecstatic blood dances.

members of the corps de ballet:

maîtresse de ballet: blaiseuse the coryphee (dead) the dancers:

semara "remy" wedledle  (survived) gnome, she/her.

istaac wuvroth  (dead) dragonborn, he/him.

sabva hun'und  (survived) drow, she/her.

shaki  (???) tiefling, she/they.

yeszorwyn 'vyn' galthar  (dead) elf, she/they/it.

the spawns, as told by blaiseuse

remy is a soft thing-- soft and pliable. a virtuoso with an instrument, her favorite an assortment of flutes she rarely departs from. blaiseuse likes her for that: the music she makes. that's why she chose her. that's why she kept her. remy is always so very eager to please, and so very easy to scare. it makes her a rather insipid spawn to have: no need for punishment, no need for compliments. remy simply complies. at least she is beautiful, and charming. blaiseuse likes to keep her at her side like some sort of human-shaped pet dog. fluffy and kind, though unable to thrive on its own. though remy always finds the right compliments to tell blaiseuse when her confidence flutters, which means she must be smart enough to read her. still, habit would have it that remy should have been the first to die at her side. she does not. the little bard is ressourceful: when the attacks become more numerous than the number of hours in a day, she circumvets the four rules & disappears into the night. blaiseuse dies wondering how, exactly, she managed such a thing.

shaki is a nasty little thing. blaiseuse's favorite, though she is for all the worst reasons. shaki is violent, and cruel, and objectively crazy. she pushes the servants around, and plays with her food, even if it's a rat passing by. shaki is more devil than she is woman, and it shows. blaiseuse finds it absolutely delightful. maybe it's because she never has to worry about being at the end of shaki's poisoned blade. maybe it is because shaki would carve herself open just to please her. it does not matter. she is the worst of her spawns, and the very best she has ever had. when death comes knocking, shaki is at her side… if only until the very last breath. after that, blaiseuse wouldn't know. but she is so, so very glad that she wasn't alone when the night ended for her, and that shaki's gleaming blade was at her side.

vyn is… well. she is what happens when you force a puzzle piece into a space where they do not belong. blaiseuse added her to her collection because vyn danced beautifully, and blaiseuse does love a good ballet. there would be, of course, other details to discuss if we were to talk about vyn's turning: how, at the time, blaiseuse was still so very busy being a vampire and had yet to consider the 'lord' part of her title. vyn was, if we desire precision, the very first element of the collection. the jewel. blaiseuse had danced with her, and had loved her, and had thought that it would be terribly incredible to have her for all eternity. if only vyn had not looked at her with disgust. if only, when offered, she had accepted the gift. but she had not. and her refusal had been terrible. so blaiseuse had prefered to keep her as a spawn, rather than lose her for eternity. and now vyn was hers, though she wasn't always there to be owned. she was prone to absences. she dances beautifully, like a ghost haunting its grave. perhaps she is just that. perhaps she has never been anything but, since her first death. that must be why, when death comes knocking at blaiseuse's door, vyn is the very first to answer.

sabva is blaiseuse's least favorite, but most prized possession. a bit of a novelty, if one is to look at thinking beings that way. beautiful and grandiose in all the ways that matter to the vampire lord. but quite an abomination for the clan that birthed her. how strange. how delightful. blaiseuse loves to parade her around, the drow that fails at being a drow. that fails at being a man. that fails at being a spawn. beauty in all the cracks. sabva doesn't like hunting, sabva is a sorceress who cannot use magic any longer because there is too much trauma in-between her and the power. sabva doesn't like blades, or when flesh is torn apart. sabva likes words and rules and doing things a certain way. blaiseuse loves the way she thinks, the way she considers the four laws and turns them into prayers. it makes sense that, at the very end, sabva manages to talk herself out of death itself. blaiseuse dies, so she can't say what happens exactly, but she definitely remembers the soft-spoken words of the drow, almost as enchanting as any of remy's melodies.

istaac is a thief and a murderer and… terribly pure at heart. such an annoying thing for him to be. he is blaiseuse's favorite person to punish and least favorite spawn. perhaps his worst trait is that he has, despite all his flaws, a beautiful soul. blaiseuse dislikes those who do, simply because it takes a great deal of energy to be what she is, and she despises when someone achieves it without effort. at least istaac is a very good hunter: he always finds her the very best dancers to have at her balls, and when he is being less bad than usual, she has him spin with vyn. it makes blaiseuse so very content. if only she did not have to cut reminders into his scales the rest of the time: that he must be good to her. that his soulful kindness must be hers to keep, that he does not owe it to the world, that it would be so very good for him to squash it entirely. when the time comes, istaac does not want to fight for her, but she forces him still: she focuses on the fourth law, repeats it like a mantra: you are me and i am you-- you shall protect me like you would protect yourself. it is against his will and following blaiseuse's that istaac marches toward death a second time.

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REMY WEDLEDLE

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original character established in the baldur's gate 3 universe, compatible with most fantasy universes. a modern verse is also available. her lore is connected to shaki's & the dancing vampyrs.

full name: semara wedledle nickname(s): remy age: physically 24 years old, currently 560 gender, pronouns: she/they, less of a 'changing pronouns at every turn' and more of a 'i feel like a they today' sexuality: bisexual profession: bard race: deep gnome

appearance:

remy wears a funny looking belt with her flutes attached to it, which she brandishes at every little inconvenience.

she is 3'5 (1m04). she has long dark brown hair that she usually keeps somewhat braided, decorated with charms. it's rather obvious she braids it at the beginning of the week and keeps it that way for the next days, regardless of the state of her hairstyle. as a consequence, it's a bit of a mess on the best of days.

she is sickly pale for her complexion, and her taste for everything black gives her an intimidating appearance.

she smells sweet, like a rotting fruit.

personality:

they can talk to rats without the need for a potion or a spell, though they possess the latter. they are particularly popular among that crowd, and are often considered by them as a big, ugly, graceless rat.

though her singing is absolutely delightful, she has heard a fair amount of "shut up!!!!" because she has a bad habit of singing about literally everything.... all of the time.

she was probably there when the saying "she lights up a room" was invented, and yes, it was about her.

remy is a weird little person. in appearance, she looks as surly and sullen as the rest of her kind. but it doesn't take long to realize it's nothing more than an aesthetic (the bg3 equivalent of her being into goth culture)

she's a very flirty, amorous individual. however, sadly for her, she isn't always very enticing: she has two left feet, absolutely no self-control, and she isn't exactly the brighest lampshade of the neighborhood.

to say they aren't brave would be a severe understatement. they're a full-on coward. but they're loyal, and they will find a way to help, even if they have to run away screaming first.

though she sings about her dreams of freedom and she seems to yearn for a grander life, it is also evident from her past adventures that she doesn't know what to do with herself. she isn't too sure about what it means to be separated from her community. even though she hasn't seen her family in literal centuries, and even though she hasn't been in the underdark for just as long, she's just like a rat without the rest of its mischief: unsure of her role, yearning for something more, unable to name it.

didn't feel at home in the underdark so she left with nothing but a dream

reached baldur's gate, where she had the misfortune of meeting blaiseuse (the current vampire lord of the city)

blaiseuse kidnapped remy, turned them into a vampire spawn so she could use them as their bard during her never-ending balls while the audience danced itself to death

remy served blaiseuse for close to fifty years

right before blaiseuse's death, remy found a way to play with the compulsion from blaiseuse's rules. she escaped before the bloodshed and hid in the sewers, where she set up camp.

there, she learned to talk to rats and spent a whole lot of time playing music for them

after years of hiding (or, if you listen to her retelling, gathering her strength!) she decided to go out

she started to play music in the different taverns of the city, where she didn't get as famous as she liked (read: people didn't enjoy her singing & years of only having rats for friends had made her weird)

she decided to go back home where, surely, everything would be fine!

on the road there she met auntie ethel who promised her a cure for vampirism. remy said yes. remy got kidnapped and cursed to play auntie ethel's miracles all across the coast

[centuries of servitude, same old same old]

then the nautiloid.

alternate universes.

MODERN: remy was recruited at eighteen by famous band manager blaiseuse. the band (the dancing vampyrs) skyrocketed to fame, then disappeared just as quickly after a scandal broke out and blaiseuse went to prison. now without fame and without a penny to her name, remy tries to survive making music on her own... to no resounding success.

the full biography. the dancing vampyrs.