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✧Summary: Some time around Act 3. Ryu trusts Tav’riel enough to take him somewhere he has never taken anyone before, their relationship slowly becoming clearer the more time they spend together.
✧Warnings: 18+ (Adult Explicit Content) SMUT.
✧Note: Beloved, beautiful Tav’riel belongs to @bxdw0lf ♡
- "... Where are we going again?" - Tav'riel asked, his tone a mixture of curiosity and laziness as he walked a bit behind Ryu, who was leading the way.
- "I did not tell you the first four times you asked, nor will I tell you now." - Ryu sighed, hands on his pockets, as he turned his head to look at the paladin, whose arms were crossed behind his head as he casually followed.
- "Why so much secrecy?" - The half-elf questioned as he quickened his pace just enough to catch up to the dragon, lowering his arms so his hands were now clutched together behind him as he stared up at him. - "Is it a surprise?"
- "You could say that." - Ryu replied calmly, his words and his expression not revealing much. - "You will understand when we get there."
The two of them continued walking through the forest, the sun sneaking through the little space the foliage allowed it to, until the trees started decreasing in number, getting closer to a beautiful valley nearing the base of the mountain, which had a wide waterfall cascading down the rocks to a crystal clear lake.
Tav'riel stepped ahead to take a closer look at the scenery in front of them, approaching the edge of the lake and looking at the tall waterfall with a bright smile. Ryu followed him silently, crossing his arms and simply watching him for a moment, as he had grown used to doing. It had become fascinating to watch the half-elf's enthusiasm over the simplest things, his kind spirit like a healing balm over his darker, more cynical view on everything... Like the sun after the wildest storm.
- "Did you suddenly take a liking to swimming?" - The paladin questioned with an amused expression, knowing the red dragon wasn't quite fond of water.
- "Of course not." - Ryu huffed faintly, turning to his side to walk closer to the waterfall. - "...Come." - He told him without turning.
Tav'riel followed him with a confused expression, watching the tall dragon get near the base of the mountain next to the waterfall, sticking to the rocky wall as he suddenly walked in and disappeared behind the water. The half-elf stepped in after him, feeling the humidity from the cascading water near them, and soon realizing Ryu was standing by a cave entrance.
- "...Oh?" -Tav'riel let out. - "Secret cave?" - He smirked, his interest peaked.
Ryu gave him a faint smirk back, but said nothing, entering the cave first and rising one of his hands, a ball of fire quickly flickering over his palm, illuminating their way in.
Tav'riel followed right behind him, curiosity filling his every thought now. Had Ryu found something interesting? Was there a creature dwelling here? Was it a hidden base of some kind?
As they continued walking through the dark, rocky tunnel, the half-elf started noticing a faint, warm light coming from the area ahead of them, the humidity from the waterfall drying off the closer they got to the inside of the mountain, leaving a sense of warmth on his skin.
Ryu took a quick look at him, noticing his wide-eyed expression, almost as if he could see the wheels turning inside his head, wondering where they were headed. He smiled and looked ahead again.
- "Go ahead, little paladin." - He told him. - "Take a look."
- "Is it safe?" - Tav'riel questioned, his eyebrow arching. Though he trusted Ryu not to put him in danger, he was also well aware the dragon could be reckless.
- "... When has that ever stopped you before?" - The dragon asked back, knowing he could be just as rash if he was curious enough.
Tav'riel hesitated for just a moment, mostly wondering why he wanted him to walk inside first. However, if it was something he wanted to show him, then perhaps that was part of the surprise factor.
The half-elf took a deep breath and started walking with determined steps ahead of his dragon companion, his hand ready to grab his great-sword should the need arise. Ryu watched his cautious demeanor with an amused grin as he calmly walked behind him, snuffing out the fire on his hand once he felt like it wasn't needed anymore.
Soon enough, Tav'riel's eyes widened once more as he entered a huge cavern filled with treasure, chests of gold or silver, gems, weapons and armor placed around the area, as well as piles of coin laying across the floor. The place was warmly lit by the thin flow of lava near one of the walls of the cavern, the golden hue of the coins giving it a cozy, splendorous atmosphere. This was not a mere mountain, it was a volcano, the now cool molten rock decorating parts of the walls and ground.
- "... The volcano seems to have been dormant for a long while." - Ryu simply commented as he placed himself next to Tav'riel, giving him a side-look to check his reaction to it all. - "It was the perfect place for this." - As he spoke those last words, Tav'riel looked at him.
- "This is all yours?" - He asked, surprise on every feature of his face, not yet realizing what Ryu meant. The dragon chuckled faintly.
- "This is my hoard." - He confirmed for him, side-eyed him again. - "...I bring all that is precious to me here." - He stated as he watched Tav'riel walking further into the cavern, his eyes flickering with softness for a moment, as the paladin looked at the treasure with awe.
- "I know you said your hoard was impressive, but I wasn't expecting this..." - Tav'riel pointed out, his eyes going everywhere to try to check every little item the dragon had collected over time, too curious to stay still.
- “I’ve never brought anyone else in here.” - Ryu spoke as he followed him along around his own treasure with a relaxed expression, his hands hiding inside his pockets once more, simply enjoying watching someone else admire his belongings as he himself did, his dragon pride inflating at the sight.
Tav'riel quickly approached one of the bigger piles of coins and crates, one of them fully opened due to its fullness, having become impossible for it to close. As he inspected everything, his mismatched eyes soon landed on a beautiful golden crown with small rubies decorating it.
A playful grin creeped up on his lips as he turned around to face the dragon, reaching up and placing the crown on his head a best as he could manage, taking his long horns into consideration.
Ryu frowned momentarily at the gesture, unsure of what he was doing, yet his eyes continued to watch his every movement and reaction, his expression soon turning curious too.
- "...We finally meet, prince Rhyashkahn." - Tav'riel told him with a soft, loving expression, his hands resting on Ryu's shoulders. The dragon's eyes widened at his words, though he quickly composed himself.
- "...Why are you suddenly calling me that?" - He questioned, one of his hands rising to gently take his chin, his gaze still locked with his. His expression unreadable now, except for his slightly arched eyebrow. No one called him that, not anymore.
- "It's your name, isn't it?" - Tav'riel chuckled. - "You trusted me enough to tell me... I probably should use it more often, no?"
- "Not unless you want to face the wrath of the dragons who would come looking, should they ever hear of it." - Ryu stated calmly despite his warning, slowly getting closer to his face. He knew Tav'riel wouldn't do such a thing, that was precisely why he trusted him, but he found himself reminding him nonetheless.
- "Hm, then I suppose I should only use it when it's just the two of us..." - Tav'riel continued smiling at him, catching the subtle, increasing closeness, and replying accordingly, his arms slowly wrapping around his neck.
- "I suppose that is acceptable." - The dragon spoke in a lower, gravelly tone, pulling his face closer to almost brush against his lips.
- "Yeah?...Is the dragon prince is pleased by that?" - Tav'riel teased against his mouth, softly biting his lip, which earned him a deep, rumbling growl that crawled from the dragon's throat. - "...Did you bring me here so we could be alone, Rhyashkahn?" - He questioned now.
- "... Perhaps." - Ryu practically growled with increasing arousal. The half-elf chuckled, finally erasing the minimal distance between them as their lips collided in a deep, hungry kiss, pressing himself against the dragon's tough body.
One of Ryu's hands moved to take the crown off his head and throw it somewhere he didn’t care to look, immediately grabbing Tav'riel's sides right after, consciously stopping himself from grabbing too hard as his excitement only grew stronger, clasping at the half-elf's clothes as they kissed. It didn't take long for Tav'riel to catch up to his movements, pulling away momentarily so they could get rid of their weapons and the top parts of their armors, leaving them both shirtless.
The dragon's mind was beginning to hazy with desire, pulling Tav'riel closer for another ferocious kiss, only for him to soon break it and drag him towards a big wooden crate, turning the half-elf around so he could stand behind him, starting to cover his neck and shoulders with kisses and small bites, while his hands sneakily moved down his body, unbuttoning his pants and allowing space for one of his hands to find his aching length.
Tav'riel couldn't help the gasp nor the weak moan that followed as he felt Ryu's hand starting to stroke him, the dragon's free hand slowly pulling his pants down as he bit and licked the pale skin of his shoulders and neck, leaving marks everywhere, and soon leaving him fully naked.
- "Ryu, wait..." - Tav'riel let out faintly, feeling his legs weakening at the stimulation, the arousal becoming overwhelming as he tried to hold onto him as best as he could. The dragon snarled faintly, bending him over the wooden crate as he continued his strokes, his warm, panting breath tickling his ear before he spoke.
- "That is not my name..." - He growled teasingly as he then bit the half-elf's ear playfully. Tav'riel gasped and whimpered faintly. He knew exactly what he was doing.
- "Rhyashkahn, please..." - Tav'riel said this time, hearing Ryu chuckle faintly behind him as he busied himself kissing and biting his back. - "I'm not gonna last much longer..."
- "So...?" - The dragon asked as he pressed himself against his back. His hand had not stopped moving for even a second, feeling the half-elf twitching under his touch. His free hand moved to grab his face, turning it towards him and kissing him, making Tav'riel moan into his mouth.
As they broke the kiss, Ryu bit down on his neck, using his long tongue to soothe the skin right after as his strokes became faster and a bit harder, determined to drive Tav'riel towards his release, his free hand now on his stomach to hold onto him.
Tav'riel whimpered and gasped, no longer able to question his actions anymore, his mind clouding in pleasure, closing his eyes and moaning loudly as he felt himself reach the familiar high of his orgasm, his hips buckling onto Ryu as he spilled himself onto the ground.
- "Gods..." - The half-elf panted, pressing himself against Ryu's chest for support, the back of his head resting on his shoulder. - "...Are you trying to kill me?"
- "Hm." - Ryu hummed softly against his shoulder, taking in his scent, then licking him up to his neck. - "...Is that what you believe I am doing?" - He teased.
Tav'riel turned around in his embrace, his hand then traveling down the dragon's body to unbutton his pants, the fabric on his crotch looking like it would rip apart from how tight it was by now, his arousal very perceivable despite him focusing solely on his partner’s pleasure moments ago.
The half-elf's hand sneaked into the dragon's pants, immediately finding his hard, textured length, throbbing at his touch. Ryu groaned at the contact, looking down at him with hungry eyes, waiting for him to continue.
Tav'riel smirked at him, pulling his hand away for a moment as he guided him to sit down on the big wooden crate, then proceeded to kneel down between his legs.
- "Let me return the favor..." - The half-elf teased as he slid his hands from the dragon's knees up to his crotch, soon holding his dick in his hand and slowly stroking him. Ryu snarled faintly, his hands grabbing at the edges of the crate he was sitting on, which creaked under his strength. His eyes glued to Tav'riel's face as he got closer, lowering his head so he could kiss him once more, one of his hands let go of the crumbling wooden crate, and instead held the half-elf's face with a gentleness only he was able to bring out of him, a low growl rumbling inside both their mouths as they kissed.
Soon enough, Tav'riel broke the kiss to lower himself down, placing himself at level with the dragon's twitching length, closing the distance as he pulled his tongue out and began licking the tip in circles as he stroked him, then immediately brought him into his mouth.
Ryu's head shot back as he let out a deep moan, one of his hands moving to gently clasp the back of Tav'riel's hair as he worked him up further, his chest beginning to rise and fall the more stimulated he felt. The half-elf continued his ministrations, bobbing his head up and down on him, helping himself by covering him fully with his hand, making sure there was not an inch of Ryu left unattended.
With his mind clouded by the feeling of Tav'riel's mouth around him, Ryu fully crushed the edge of the wooden crate with his hand, having to hold onto a different side, trying his best to keep his wild nature under control. He couldn't allow himself to hurt Tav'riel, not when he was doing such a wonderful job at pleasuring him.
- "Hells..." - Was all he managed to say in a deep whimper, watching Tav'riel pulling him out of his mouth, swirling his tongue around his tip, then taking him in again, maintaining eye contact with him while doing so. - "...Tav'riel, I'm-" - He warned, though he didn't really have much time left in him, clasping the back of his hair a bit tighter and groaning as he felt himself throb inside his mouth, reaching the peak of his orgasm, releasing into the half-elf's mouth.
Tav'riel made sure to wait a moment, slowing his movements down as he felt him finish, then pulling him out of his mouth, swallowing and wiping his lips with the back of his hand. Then, he smiled up at him.
- "Was that up to the prince's standards?" - He teased him further, noticing Ryu's red eyes shimmering ominously at his words. - "You're lucky, I do not kneel for just anybody, you kn-"
Before he could fully finish his words, the dragon growled loudly, tackling him onto the ground beneath him, coins flying everywhere at their bodies' collision, the clinking sound of them filling the room for a moment, though it quickly faded so that the sound of their labored breathing was the only thing disrupting the silence. Ryu had Tav'riel fully pinned to the ground, his large hands holding his wrists in place.
- "Cheeky little half-breed..." - The dragon's voice rumbled dangerously. - "Always trying to rile me up further..."
- "...And it always works." - Tav'riel smirked at him.
Immediately, Ryu collided his lips against the half-elf in deep, desperate kiss, his long tongue curling around his, almost leaving him breathless, forcing him to pull away for air.
The dragon moved away and stood on his knees, his hands traveling down Tav'riel's sides until he reached his hips, moving to his legs and spreading them a bit further apart, placing himself properly between them. Both of them were hard once more, it was clear they were nowhere near done.
His fingers teasingly moved up his legs towards his crotch, one of his hands wrapping around his length as he had down earlier, stroking him slowly. Tav'riel moaned, while Ryu's free hand searched for one of his, guiding it up to his mouth, pulling his tongue out and licking his fingers, only to then lower them down to the half-elf's own entrance.
- "You know what to do, noachi." - Ryu told him, his tone almost gentle, using a draconic term to refer to him.
Tav'riel frowned, slightly confused at the new term, but too focused on what they were doing to wonder what it meant. His fingers started teasing himself, dipping one finger in, then a second one, trying to loosen himself up enough while Ryu continued stroking him, being stimulated in both the front and the back.
Ryu bit his lip at the sight, growing more and more impatient each second that passed, his own dick twitching with need. He distracted himself by leaning down and kissing Tav'riel again, humming with delight as the half-elf moaned for him.
- "...I cannot wait any longer." - The dragon growled into his ear as he broke the kiss.
- "So impatient..." - Tav'riel huffed with amusement.
Suddenly, he pushed Ryu back, using enough strength to catch him by surprise, quickly moving to force him to sit down over the scattered piles of coin, then straddling him, one of his hands resting on the dragon's shoulder, while the other moved to carefully grab his aching length, guiding it towards his entrance and lowering himself onto it.
Both of them groaned at the feeling, Ryu's arms wrapping around Tav'riel's torso to press him close to him, immediately starting to place kisses and bites over his throat and chest, marking him up even more than he had already done before.
The half-elf started moving his hips on top of him, sliding him in and out of himself.
Soon, Ryu's hands clasped at his waist, helping him move as he matched his movements with his own, the sound of their bodies colliding mixing with their moans and labored breaths, as well as the tinkling of coins here and there as they moved, quickening their paces, becoming far too needy, too impatient, desperately riding towards their ecstasy.
Some time after they were done, they both rested among the piles of treasure, wearing their pants, yet still shirtless, with Ryu being the one fully laying down on it with one hand behind his head, while Tav'riel was lying on top of him, his head resting on the crook of the dragon's neck, his fingers caressing the pattern of deep red scales on his chest.
- "I look like I got beaten up." - The half-elf pointed out lazily as Ryu's free hand softly traced along his tattoos, humming with amusement at his words. Though he couldn't see most of the marks left on his body, he certainly could feel the sting. Not that he minded. - "Meanwhile, you don't even have a scratch on you..."
- "You know my skin and yours are not the same, little paladin." - The dragon reminded him, his tone relaxed and unbothered. - "You are welcome to try and bite me harder next time, but do not blame me if you lose your teeth."
Tav'riel chuckled at his words, his eyes wandering around the cavern to take another look at all the different trinkets Ryu had collected over time. Suddenly, the interesting shine of something caught his attention.
- "Is that... A great-sword?" - He questioned as he placed both his hand on the dragon's chest and rose up, trying to take a closer look without moving from his spot. However, curiosity soon enough took the better of him, getting off of Ryu and walking towards the weapon.
Ryu propped himself up on his elbows, an amused smirk on his face as he watched Tav'riel climbing through a pile of crates and coins to get to the sword, grabbing it and clumsily getting down the mountain of trinkets.
- "I have collected a great number of weapons over the years." - Ryu stated calmly, watching the paladin finally wield the sword properly, as he was used to doing, swinging it softly in the air to inspect its weight. - "... Do you like it?"
- "It is far lighter than it looks." - Tav'riel pointed out, his tone giving away his clear interest. Ryu smiled faintly as he got up the ground, walking towards him.
- "Take it." - He told him, immediately earning a questioning look from the half-elf, not believing what he had just heard.
- "...What?"
- "It is yours if you want it." - Ryu confirmed with a nod.
- "Are you sure?" - Tav'riel still hesitated, staring at the dragon, then back at the well-kept weapon. - "Aren't dragons supposed to be extremely protective of their hoards?"
- "We are." - Ryu agreed casually. - "But it is my hoard, I decide what to do with it." - He shrugged. - "Besides, I trust you... You would give it a good use."
- "So, if you trust me... Could I take anything?" - Tav'riel teased now, testing just how much he was willing to share, if anything else at all. Immediately, Ryu's eyebrow arched quizzically, crossing his arms over his chest, his head tilting.
- "...That depends."
- "On what?"
- "If I'm willing to part ways with it or not." - The dragon reasoned.
Tav'riel stared at him for a moment, wondering. Had he earned so much of his trust that he would be willing to part with something precious to him? Dragons weren't known for their generous nature, Ryu was no exception.
Suddenly, the half-elf rose the sword towards him, pointing at his chest with the point of it, though not quite touching him.
- "Then I'll take your heart." - He told him as seriously as he could muster, though a timid smile was tugging at the corners of his lips. It was merely a joke, another tease, but he wanted to see how the dragon would react to it, since he often wasn't fond of his cheesy jokes.
Ryu's eyes went from the sword to Tav'riel's face, his expression not faltering for a second, knowing he wasn't really being threatened.
Soon, he grabbed the sword by the blade with his bare hand, his skin unharmed by it as he pulled it to the side, closing the distance between them until he was towering over Tav'riel, making their height difference clear as he often liked to do.
His gaze, though it often didn't reveal much of what he was feeling, seemed to have softener as he looked down at him.
- "...You staked your claim of it long ago." - The dragon spoke firmly, grabbing the half-elf's free hand and bringing it to his chest, yet with a softness in his voice that made Tav'riel's body instinctively tremble.
The paladin was at a loss for words for a moment, his cheeks flushing red as he looked at his dragon companion wide-eyed. He quickly cleared his throat, pulling his hand away just to awkwardly scratch the back of his neck.
- "I suppose you can keep it for now..." - Was all he managed to say back. - "I'll take the great-sword instead, it that's alright with you." - He tried to divert his attention to the weapon, too flustered to properly process the situation.
Ryu smirked faintly at his reaction. It was always pleasing to him to see him so affected by him, it gave him a strange sense of pride.
Tav'riel tried to calm down his own heart and his racing thoughts, resting the sword near one of the crates, then turning to look at the tall dragon again.
The fact that not only he was allowed to be in his hoard, but was also allowed to take something from it, was enough proof of how much Ryu had grown to trust him. In his own way, it was a clear sign of affection, too. No one else had been allowed in here, but him. This was a privilege only he was allowed.
- "...What does "noachi" mean?" - The half-elf asked as he crossed his arms, his voice soft, recalling the term he used while they were being intimate. Ryu's head tilted at his question, not expecting him to remember him saying that, given the moment in which he said it.
- "It is a draconic term, commonly translated as "my dear"..." - Ryu spoke calmly as he placed his hands in his pockets, his demeanor mostly relaxed, though he had to shift his position before he spoke his next words. - "...But it would most accurately translate as "little treasure"..." - He specified. Tav'riel's gaze lowered as he processed his words, nodding softly, then looking back at him.
- "Earlier, when we came in here..." - The half-elf continued as he walked towards him. - "You said you brought all that is precious to you here."
- "Indeed." - Ryu nodded, watching him get closer.
- "...And you said you never brought anyone else here." - Tav'riel pointed out, starting to put the pieces together in his mind, now close enough to him to feel his breath on his skin, looking up at him with a loving gaze and a gentle smile.
- "I did." - He replied casually, his expression unfazed at first, thought a smirk started creeping on his lips.
- "Am I a piece of your collection...?" - The paladin questioned teasingly, feeling one of Ryu's hands coming up to his neck, his thumb gently caressing his jawline as he looked into his mismatched eyes.
- "...You might as well be the most valuable thing I've ever had." - He stated, almost having no time to react before Tav’riel’s lips collided with his in a heartfelt kiss.
🩸Nickname(s):
- “Lord Vrah’ko”
- “Bhaalspawn”
- “Chosen of Bhaal”
- “The Cannibal”
- "Violence incarnate"
🩸Age: ????
🩸Race: Black dragonborn.
🩸Gender: Male (He/Him)
🩸Height: 7ft (Around 2.13m)
🩸Partner: None. Deeply uninterested.
🩸Physical traits: Black dragonborn with a dark green/red hue to his scales. Extremely tall and very muscular frame. Menacing red eyes, including his pupils. Sharp teeth and claws. Scars all over his body and on the left side of his face. Long and spiky dragonborn tail.
🩸Class: ???? (Undecided)
🩸Background : Haunted One (Embrace Dark Urge)
🩸Alignment: Chaotic evil.
🩸Home: Baldur’s Gate.
🩸Deity: Bhaal.
🩸Likes: Fighting/Training. Killing. Weapons. Blood. Cannibalism. Intimidation. Violence for the sake of violence.
🩸Dislikes: Good deeds. Kindness. Morals in general.
🩸Personality: Vrah'ko is egotistical, practically emotionless, psychopathic, sadistic and selfish. He relishes on mass murder, suffering, and the screams of his victims. He rarely cares about the consequences of his actions.
He's a glutton, not only for actual food and/or human or dragonborn flesh, but for bloodshed. He is highly dismissive with his opponents and rarely takes them seriously. However, he sometimes draws out his fights with strong opponents, enjoying himself a bit longer before he slaughters them.
He is known for his savagery, brutality, and lack of relent or remorse to his opponents. He is ruthless and highly skilled, able to kill an armed man in seconds flat with just his bare hands.
However, these brutish traits are not to be confused for stupidity, since Vrah'ko is highly intelligent, manipulative and a master strategist.
He appreciates courage and discourages recklessness when dealing against him, and he has somewhat of a sense of honor. He considered Orin's betrayal as a dishonor towards him and Bhaal himself, since he views himself above all the other Bhaalists, directly under the Lord of Murder on the chain of command, and believes Orin overstepped, being unworthy of such position.
He does not involve himself in conversation unless absolutely necessary. Most Bhaalists have barely heard him speak, as he uses Sceleritas Fel to carry out any tasks he deems wasteful of his time.
His fiend butler is one of the very few who have heard his voice the most, along with Gortash, Ketheric Thorm, and Bhaal himself.
He keeps a diary in his chambers where he writes all the thoughts he keeps to himself, preferring his own insight rather than seeking others'.
🩸Physical traits: Blonde messy hair, light blue eyes, one with white sclera(right) and the other with black sclera(left), dark eye-shadow. Beautiful face. Black corruption mark coming out from the eye with the black sclera, which is slowly spreading. Scar on his right cheek (covered by his mask) and on some parts of his body. Various face piercings. Obvious tiefling traits like sharp teeth, horns and devil tail.
🩸Class: Warlock / The Hexblade.
🩸Background: Urchin.
🩸Alignment: Chaotic good.
🩸Home: Baldur’s Gate.
🩸Deity: None.
🩸Likes: Animals (especially his pet raven). Scars. Sneaking into places. Harmless fun.
🩸Dislikes: Showing his face. Not being taken seriously. Feeling embarrassed. Needless slaughter. Being forced to use his dark powers.
🩸Personality: Killian is a quiet and aloof young tiefling who prefers not to draw too much attention to himself. He is introverted yet is usually kind when approached, however, he is distrustful and distant during first contact.
He uses a mask to cover most of his face because he's always been told he has a "baby face" and "can't be taken seriously". Because of that, he dresses up in a way that would give him a more intimidating, off-putting look. He was actually glad to get a scar on his face, believing it made him look slightly rougher.
Because of his timid personality and his looks, he is often treated like a kid or simply as someone who wouldn't pose a threat, which frustrates him immensely. However, his warlock powers are often more than enough to make anyone change their minds, for he can be a force to reckon with if he needs to be.
He is a loner and often prefers traveling solely accompanied by his pet raven, Omen. He is not opposed to teaming up with other people, but will often fall into a team-follower role rather than a leader position.
He doesn't talk much and people often have to lead the conversations with him. He prefers to keep to himself.
He feels conflicted about compliments and doesn't deal with flirting very well, becoming shy and sometimes stumbling over his words. However, he can attempt to match the energy on occasion if he feels comfortable enough, though no without a bit of struggle.
🩸Physical traits: Messy black hair with red highlights, bright blue eyes, blind right eye. Dark eyeshadow. Dark red flame-like tattoo on his neck up to his jawline, as well as tattoos covering his torso and arms. Scars on his face and all over his body. Pointy elf ears.
🩸Dislikes: People who are too kind-hearted. Waiting. Not being taken seriously. Doing good deeds for nothing in return.
🩸Personality: Azriel is a cocky, overall carefree guy who thrives off of causing chaos around him. He tends not to take things too seriously unless driven to anger. He has a commanding yet charming presence, often preferring to take charge in plans, though always trying to find a "fun" twist to them, which often implies deception and/or some form of violence, solely for his own amusement.
He is blunt and often dismissive of most people unless he wants something from them, though he can show real interest if he likes the person.
He can be flirty, nonchalant and playful, having a long history of lovers he has quickly left behind in search of his next objective. Though this trait of his fades a bit during his search of a cure for the tadpole, his flirty nature remains.
He does get the violent urges from his bond to Bhaal, and while he does not remember part of his past, he is not scared of his bloodthrist, only disappointed he often does not remember his kills during the urges.
While fully conscious of his actions, he is a fearsome, swift opponent, usually fighting with a sharp smile on his face.
He enjoys having Sceleritas as a butler, bossing him around and tormenting him in any way he can whenever the fiend shows up.
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