𓆙 ╰ ‘ 𝑰nd. &&. sel. 25+ only BALDUR'S GATE III roleplay blog for 𝑹𝑶𝑺𝑯𝑨𝑨𝑵 ; draconic sorcerer, hailed from calimshan, high-class courtesan at sharess's caress, charlatan &&. a blade forged in fire.
♡ ABOUT & VERSES ♡ GALLERY ♡ MEMES ♡ RULES ♡ HCs ♡
𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐑 : * he is not a TAV !! ( Tav AU available ) ; TRIGGER WARNING for overall dark and adult content, alcoholism, drugs, abuse, gore, canon-typical fantasy racism —— interact at your own risk.
A STUDY IN . . . RECLAIMING SELF-WORTH, AN ARMORED HEART BEHIND A PRETTY FACADE, SHALLOW LUST AND SELF-SABOTAGE, BLEEDING AND HEALING, GROWTH AND LEARNING TO BUILD TRUST.
a selective &&. independent portrayal of an origninal character set in the 𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐃𝐔𝐑'𝐒 𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐈𝐈𝐈 verse. VELYRIAN FANGTHORN ⸺ masc. hexblood, circle of spores druid, in love with death. mature &&. potentially triggering themes will be present. ♡ &&. ↺ !!
INFO UNDER THE CUT.
𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 :
I. I prefer to write on Discord! Feel free to ask for it if we're mutuals c:
II. My activity on tumblr can be spotty.
III. 25+ ONLY. I'm turning 29 this year, and I'd like to write with people in my age range.
IV. I'm selective. If I don't follow back, it's usually nothing personal and likely because you're not a BG3 / D&D related blog or I feel our muses / writing styles don't mesh.
V. If I follow you, I want to interact! Don't be shy <3 I will also assume that if you follow me back, you're fine with me sending you memes / tagging you in starters / sliding into your IMs to plot.
VI. Yeah, so. This is a 25+ blog, run by a 25+ mun, and there will be adult content, including but not limited to: violence, drugs, abuse, (FICTIONAL) offensive / problematic / potentially triggering themes, and so on. Mun =/= Muse, I obviously don't condone any of these things IRL. If you don't like my content, rather than trying to police adults on what to write on their blogs, use the block button. Heck, I'll use the block button very leniently myself, after all, we're all here to have a good time. No hard feelings.
VII. Speaking of having a good time: We're sex-positive and kink-friendly in this house. I enjoy a raunchy smut-driven RP as much as the next depraved soul, but I won't write smut on the dash. The steamy stuff will be moved to discord or IMs.
VIII. I'm a big fan of making my muses suffer :D I love angst and dark, gritty plots. If you have any triggers let me know before jumping into a RP with me, aka the angst queen, so we're all on the same page.
IX. Vel is pansexual, male lean, this blog is multiship. Matter of fact, I love to ship, so if that's something you'd like to do, slide into my inbox or tag me in something. Fair warning; it's unlikely this will be a wholesome, fluffy relationship right off the bat.
X. Last but most definitely not least: communication is key!! You'd like to share an idea? Go right ahead. Don't like where the plot is going? Let me know. Writing is so much more fun if the muns get along. I promise, I don't bite. Side notes: No bigots, no hate, IRL drama / call-outs / IRL political discourse will be blocked on sight, if you're interested in the mods I use, feel free to ask, inbox / askbox are open for mutuals.
𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄:
Name: Velyrian Fangrost
Race: Hexblood undead / Fey (Born into a human family)
Class: Circle of Spores Druid
Special Feats: He can safely remove parts of his body (often removes his eye), create undead, speak with animals, dead & spirits, scrying
Languages: Illuskan, Common (with an Illuskan accent ; sounds nordic)
Age: 32 Eyes: Right ; cat-green, yellow undertones / Left ; blind blue, dark bloodred sclera
Hair: White, flowing down to his knees. It's adorned with braids, wraps, bones, leaves, flowers, and branches. If he were to cut it, it would grow back within a day.
Skin: His skin has a corpse-like pallor, with purple and green undertones. Greenish freckles speckle his skin, and deep circles accentuate his eyes.
Face: Delicate, sharp features. More beautiful than handsome (if you can see past his creepiness).
Hexblood Features: Antler-like branches sprout from his temples, occasionally blooming or sprouting leaves. He has fangs, sharp nails, and elf-like ears that split at the tips.
Personality: Quiet, socially awkward, honest, curious, creepy. Talks either too little or leaps into monologues about his interests (probably about fungi, herbs, or death). Empath. Big cities like Baldur’s Gate give him a serious case of sensory overload – too loud, too bright, too many people.
Fun facts:
- He smells like the forest after rain, sandalwood, and whatever herbs he is carrying… and perhaps a hint of death.
- He always carries a ton of herbs and mushrooms with him, and he will forage more as he goes. However, he would never waste any of nature’s gifts
– whatever he doesn’t need will be dried up and stored for later use.
- He collects bones, body parts of dead animals, and dead insects; usually, he’ll make jewelry or something nice out of them. His entire vibe is "decay is a beautiful part of nature’s circle".
- He has a dead raven on his belt (he keeps it from decaying, so it doesn’t smell that bad); he will resurrect it when needed, and it will serve as a familiar.
- Don’t be surprised if he pops out his spooky eye. He uses it for scrying. Sometimes, when he is being extra creepy (to him, this isn’t creepy, by the way), he’ll give his eye to the raven, and it’ll fly off with his eyeball in its beak so Velyrian can see from the raven’s point of view.
Backstory
Velyrian Rost's tale begins in a small settlement not far from Neverwinter, in the north west of Faerûn. Born to Torvia, a tavern maid, and Eirik, a merchant, their joy was shattered when their son was stillborn. Refusing to accept this tragic fate, the desperate parents sought out a hag Eirik had encountered on his travels, willing to strike a dark bargain to bring their child to life.
In exchange for resurrecting their son, they had to pledge his life to the hag – one day, she would come to claim it. "But don’t you bother your pretty lil head about this, petal! By the time I come to collect what is mine, you’ll be long dead!" She had said. After all, she would infuse the babe with Fey magic, thus transforming him into an immortal hexblood.
The parents didn't care about what exactly that would entail; they just wanted their son to live.
For the first seven years, life seemed almost ordinary.
Almost.
The other children shunned the boy, repelled by his corpse-like skin and quiet, peculiar demeanor. From a young age, Velyrian showed a disturbing fascination with death, often collecting bones and claiming he could speak with ghosts. At the age of seven, his Hexblood traits began to manifest. His once blonde hair faded to a ghostly white, his canines sharpened into fangs, his ears elongated like those of elves but split at the tips, and wooden growths sprouted from his temples like antlers.
His parents grew more and more resentful and abusive. When Vel was 9, his father didn’t return from one of his merchant travels. His mother was pregnant at the time. It was unclear whether he had abandoned the family or died. Torvina, desperate and grieving, accused Velyrian of cursing his father. When he was 13, after a particularly horrible incident with his mother, he wildshaped for the first time and ran away into the Neverwinter Wood in the form of a wolf cub.
Nature had always felt more like home to him than his settlement, so the dark woods became a refuge.
A wolf pack took him in, but after a week of being literally raised by wolves, a beautiful woman named Aeliana appeared and took him under her wing. She taught him the power of nature and helped him connect with his innate abilities. Raised in the wild alongside the animals, she made him a guardian of the forest. By the time he was 25, she sent him out into the world.
He found a new home within a druid circle (Circle of Spores), who believed in the integral balance of life and death in the natural world. They held true that the ongoing cycle of life and death were integral to the balance of the natural world. To them, death was not an end, but rather a new beginning – a perspective that resonated with Velyrian. He has always seen the beauty in decay as a means of bringing forth new life. Unlike other practitioners, Circle of Spores druids did not believe undead were abominations of nature, but rather a third alternative to life and death, making Val’s skills and interest in death welcomed.
He learned from them that Aeliana was, in fact, a powerful Nature Spirit, a realization he had always suspected.
Adjusting took time, as the circle members were his first humanoid companions in years, but he soon became a valued member.
Here, your ribcage,
which is just as much
the gaps between
as it is the bones.
Here, your mouth,
soft lips and sharp
teeth behind them,
housing curses
and prayers and
his name,
his name,
his name.
Here, your heart,
which is the only
beating you’ll take.
Here, your guts,
which you spill
repeatedly.
Reacquaint yourself
with ownership of
this body. It was not
what you chose,
but it is yours,
and surely there is
at least one last part
that remains
untouched by him.
survivor, charlatan, courtesan ╱╱ a selective &&. independent portrayal of an origninal character set in the 𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐃𝐔𝐑'𝐒 𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐈𝐈𝐈 verse. mature &&. potentially triggering themes will be present. ♡ &&. ↺ !!
Starting a relationship ( of any kind ) between our muses from scratch is fun, but I'd love to experiment with establishing some pre-existing connections.
Perhaps your muse was / is a client? Perhaps they are Roshaan's confidante? Or an enemy? Or perhaps, in his Tav verse, they've saved Baldur's Gate together?
Leave a LIKE to summon me into your IMs.
Available to OCs / Tavs and canon characters, and any of Roshaan's verses.
❝ i don’t know how much longer i can keep this up. ❞
❝ just wait— i can do this. ❞
❝ it has to be me. no one else can do this. ❞
❝ i dunno why i can do these things. i figure i might as well do something with them that matters. ❞
❝ i must have these abilities for a reason right? ❞
❝ i don’t believe in that destiny bullshit. but i do know i shouldn’t waste what i’ve been given. ❞
❝ why does everyone expect me to be a hero just because i have some powers i didn’t ask for? ❞
❝ they’re mine. i get to decide what to do with them. ❞
❝ i’m still a person! they all look at me like i’m some intangible being who will save them. i’m just one person. ❞
❝ i can’t do this on my own. i need help. ❞
❝ i’m okay— it just tires me out sometimes. ❞
❝ get back! i could hurt you. ❞
❝ i could’ve killed you! ❞
❝ i’m sorry…i didn’t mean for any of this to happen. ❞
❝ i was only trying to help. ❞
❝ i tried to stay out of it but…you don’t understand what it’s like to have the ability to make things different. it’s impossible to sit back and do nothing. ❞
❝ i did nothing before and people died. ❞
❝ last time i tried to help i just made shit worse. ❞
❝ i thought this was a gift but all i do is hurt people. ❞
❝ i can help— let me help. ❞
❝ i don’t want this anymore. i just wanna be normal. ❞
❝ everyone always wants something from me. ❞
❝ everyone wants things from me and i don’t mind— i want to help. but i’m just so tired. ❞
❝ i know what i can do is special. i just wish people would see more than what i can do for them. i wish they would see me. ❞
❝ this is really cool, watch this! ❞
❝ please don’t freak out. ❞
❝ please say something if you keep staring at me like i grew a second head i’m gonna throw up. ❞
❝ i don’t know what or who i am without this. ❞
❝ if i didn’t have my gifts, no one would care about me. ❞
❝ i’m not a hero. i can just do things and sometimes i wish i couldn’t. ❞
❝ i know to other people it’s like, comic book type shit. to me it’s just normal. it’s like being able to smell and hear. it’s just part of me and i just want other people to see it like that too. ❞
the observer
❝ you have to stop, you’re killing yourself! ❞
❝ that’s enough. ❞
❝ you’re only making things worse. ❞
❝ you need to rest. you’ve done more than enough. ❞
❝ we can take it from here. ❞
❝ you did good. now you need to recuperate. ❞
❝ i hate to ask…but we could really use your help. ❞
❝ i don’t need your help. i don’t want it— not from someone like you. ❞
❝ you almost got yourself killed. ❞
❝ you were out of control. you almost killed me. ❞
❝ no one else can do what you do. we need you. i need you. ❞
❝ you’re not the only one here with power. it doesn’t always have to be you. ❞
❝ it’s okay, you don’t have to do this alone. ❞
❝ no, sit back down. you need to rest. ❞
❝ you pushed yourself too hard. you passed out, i thought you were dead. ❞
❝ holy shit— that was amazing?! ❞
❝ it must be an awful burden to bear such gifts. ❞
❝ just because you can, doesn’t mean it should have to be you. ❞
❝ look— i get it. it’s a lot of responsibility and everyone always wants something from you. but you have these gifts. and we don’t. and it’s real shitty to hear you complaining about it while the rest of us are powerless every time someone we love gets hurt. ❞
❝ i’m not here to ask you for anything. i just wanted to make sure you’re okay. ❞
❝ you’re always trying to save everyone. who takes care of you? ❞
❝ i’m taking care of you because no one else does. ❞
❝ you have to slow down and take care of yourself too. if you run yourself into the ground then you’re not gonna be helping anyone. ❞
❝ don’t be a fucking martyr. the world can function without you for a day. ❞
❝ stop showing off. ❞
❝ that was really stupid of you. but thanks for helping. ❞
❝ i care about you. not your abilities. ❞
scenarios
[ ONE ] for sender’s overuse of their abilities to give them a nosebleed, causing receiver to show concern.
[ TWO ] for receiver’s overuse of their abilities to give them a nosebleed, causing sender to show concern.
[ THREE ] for sender’s overuse of their abilities to make blood stream from their eyes, causing receiver to show concern.
[ FOUR ] for receiver’s overuse of their abilities to make blood stream from their eyes, causing sender to show concern.
[ FIVE ] for sender to have overexerted their abilities, causing them to pass out in front of receiver.
[ SIX ] for receiver to have overexerted their abilities, causing them to pass out in front of sender.
[ SEVEN ] for sender to have passed out from overusing their abilities and receiver stays at their side until they wake.
[ EIGHT ] for receiver to have passed out from overusing their abilities and wakes up to sender at their side.
[ NINE ] for sender to collapse in receiver’s arms after using their abilities.
[ TEN ] for receiver to collapse in sender’s arms after using their abilities.
[ ELEVEN ] for sender to have a super powered meltdown which receiver talks them down from.
[ TWELVE ] for receiver to have a super powered meltdown which sender pulls them out of by caressing their face/taking their hands/etc. (feel free to add dialogue)
[ THIRTEEN ] for sender to reveal their abilities to receiver by protecting them.
[ FOURTEEN ] for receiver to reveal their abilities to sender by protecting them.
[ FIFTEEN ] for sender to carry a fatigued receiver away after a battle.
[ SIXTEEN ] for receiver to carry a fatigued sender away after a battle.
[ SEVENTEEN ] for sender to carry receiver away after saving them.
[ EIGHTEEN ] for receiver to carry sender away after saving them.
[ NINETEEN ] for two muses with abilities to explore what they can do together.
[ TWENTY ] for sender to accidentally hurt receiver while using their abilities.
[ TWENTY-ONE ] for receiver to accidentally hurt sender while using their abilities.
Perhaps his nonchalant, flirty facade had slipped for a moment. Perhaps he had indulged a bit too much in wine this evening, or perhaps he felt too comfortable in her company ( for whatever reason ) , prompting him to share a story from his life in Calimshan ; nothing too personal, just a glimpse — yet more than he would typically reveal.
He quickly regained his composure, offering his usual charming grin. "Ah, do not worry, jhasina. This has been many years ago. ... More than I would like to admit." He winked playfully.
( Mourndax ) "Look at you, showing some actual good taste. I’m almost impressed."
𓆙 ╰ ‘ 𝑨𝑵𝑺𝑾𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑫 ╱ @illithilit
"One of my many delightful qualities," he drawled in his thick accent. "However, any additional flattery will be put on your tab." The courtesan added, his lips curled into a cheeky but charming grin.
"Now, do tell me..." The purple skinned Tiefling topped off their wine. "What brings a handsome drow such as yourself to the surface world, hm~?" He seemed to be of high standing by the looks of it — Roshaan was intrigued.
