It's Hard to be the Bard

A BG3/DnD5e OC RP blog | Misha, Asmo Tiefling, College of Lore Bard

[adamantine-audiomancer]

The Pinned Post !!!

I'm new to more serious Tumblr RP so be nice to me ! I don't know all the etiquette but I'm trying.

Semi-selective, non mutual exclusive. Responses will try to match length up to para. I love being silly so there will be one-liners abound and posts where Misha is aware that this is a blog/social media.

21+ to interact, Mun is 24

NSFT is welcome and will be tagged

Likes/follows will come from @befrienderofelves

More stuff after the button

Rules:

Don't be mean out of character!!!! Be mean in character as much as you want <3

Muse:

Misha is a college of whispers bard and he is lyyyyying to you about being Lore in his intro. He's a trans man, he/him exclusively, post-op top surgery (A Volo job, of course). Mischievous, flirty, arrogant, proud, bratty, and will bite if provoked.

Photoshoot:

Tags:

Original post - #imtalking

RP thread - #myadoringfans

NS//FT - #afterparty

OOC - #ooc

[adamantine-audiomancer]

Dirt regards Misha with narrowed eyes. The fellow Tiefling remains impassive, tail flicking at Raphael's new toy. Oh this was rich. A new Tiefling in Raphael's domain? and a bard? Dirt would have been intimidated if the Tiefling was another hired assassin. The Bhaalspawn pet circles him with a smile, all teeth.

❝So,❞ he drawls. ❝You're the new pound of flesh around here. I must say it is a pleasure to be amidst another Tiefling...❞ his golden collar glints beneath the House of Hope's lighting. ❝And you sought Raphael out❞ much like himself. ❝I take it you haven't come here for a simple roof over your head...❞ - @dirtandclay (hi, hello!! :)

@dirtandclay (yay thank yoouuu)

Ooh, lovely collar. It seems the House of Hope has a guard dog.

Misha takes the attention in stride, not at all offput by the impromptu inspection. The tiefling in front of him clearly ranks higher in the house than the others he's seen wandering the opulent halls (if the gold is anything to go by) so it would be advantagous to get on his good side.

"It's not every day a position like this opens up," he responds, casual, comfortable. "A residency in the house of a devil, and with open audition no less? I could not imagine a more interesting gig."

Misha smiles at the stranger, his face bright and open. He seems almost too easy to trust. He holds his hand out in introduction. Rough, calloused fingers but pristine nails, Misha is clearly a trained musician and not a man of hard labour.

"I'm Misha, newly acquired resident entertainer. Lovely to make your acquaintance."

[fiendishfinesse]

[ooc: hiiii this is the anon who asked about needing a bard. I was inspired to create an rp sideblog for this]

A handsome, pale red tiefling with a near permanent smirk plastered on his face saunters up.

"In regards to the open entertainment position: my resume,"

He places a high quality length of parchment on the desk. It is filled with various productions, awards, and accolades. "Mikael 'Misha' Andrysiak," it says. Graduate of Baldur's Gate University's College of Lore with a concentration in Illusionary Magic. The highlights of the resume include: first chair flute of the Waterdeep philharmonic for 6 concert seasons, a 2 year residency in Neverwinter, and a run of A Pleasurable Deal in Athkatla, where he, obviously, played the lead role.

"the requested blood sample," he adds, placing down a small corked bottle, seemingly unfazed by the odd request.

"and something original," he finishes, adding a manuscript on the table. It appears to by a yet-unpublished play about famous Drow ranger Drizzt Do'Urden. "I appreciate your consideration."

@adamantine-audiomancer

new HoH hire!! ✨ from here ?

The parchment sat untouched for a long moment. Raphael didn’t reach for it immediately. To do so would betray a hint of eagerness, and eagerness was beneath him. Instead, his gaze drifted to the blood sample, then to the resume, before he finally deigned to lift the paper.

“Waterdeep Philharmonic. Six seasons. Mm.” He set it down after skimming it. “Flute.” The devil said flute the way other men say bless your heart.

The Drizzt play was handled with even less reverence, fanned briefly open, and set back down.

“An original work concerning a drow. Bold choice for an audition, dear, I’ll grant you that.”

His eyes settled on the tiefling properly. Red skin, pale accents. . .a striking enough specimen. The smirk ─── ah, yes. Raphael had catalogued that particular expression. It meant the wearer thought they were the most interesting person in the room. Sometimes they were even right.

“Mikael Andrysiak.” Correctly pronounced, naturally, every syllable slowly rolling off his charming baritone tongue. “You offered the blood sample without the slightest flinch.”

He remarked as a side note.

“Most applicants need reassurance.” little vial set aside. “Either you’ve done your research, or your nerve has simply never been properly introduced to your survival instinct.”

He had no real use for the blood, of course ─── he solicited such things merely for the exquisite theatre of watching a mortal weigh the value of their own life against a moment of his attention. For fun, one could say.

He leaned forward on the chair and steepled his fingers just below his chin. The golden rings with fiendish ornaments on his hands caught light.

“I see here you held the lead in A Pleasurable Deal. Played the devil, I presume? Do tell─── how did it feel, my house’s newest toy lyricist?”

[adamantine-audiomancer]

Misha can tell that is a man that enjoys the sound of his own voice. He can work with that. He knows how to make the men in front of him feel important, how to fawn over them without coming across as too easy. Misha's goal because clear very quickly, to come across as supporting cast to Raphael's lead role.

"That was an inspired production, truly," Misha says with a sigh, looking back on the play fondly. "It was thrilling to command such presence on the stage. Carlisle is such as fascinating character, the way he orchestrates the plot to his desires without ever actually lying to Robert. It was an honor to have to opportunity to bring him to life."

And was Misha lying either? Not a bit. He has his ulterior motive for waxing poetic about the cambion character, of course, but every word is his true opinion. His body language makes the honesty clear; he is calm and confident, despite being a mouse in a lion's den.

"As for the blood," he adds, his smirk falling back into place, "well... who am I to judge how a director chooses his cast? If you request a blood sample to separate the wheat from the chaff, I shall provide."

[adamantine-audiomancer]

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