ℒord Sylverian ; The gaudy-rich &. decadent social butterfly of HIGH HOUSE SELEMCHANT with an unyielding thirst for 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐑𝐘. ⸺⸺
𝓪 selective &. independent portrayal of an original character set in the 𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐃𝐔𝐑'𝐒 𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐈𝐈𝐈 verse. 25+ only / 𝓶ature &. potentially triggering themes will be present. Grandson of OBERON, Archfey &. KING of the Seelie Court.
∗ . 👑 A STUDY IN . . . decadance and luxury, a sheltered life of privilege, unintentional Marie Antoinette-ism, aspiring (and failing?) to live up to high expectations and finding his place in the world, escapism, addiction ;; a study in GROWTH, transcending shallow reputation &. his own limitations, discovering true courage —— BECOMING A HERO.
RULES
MUSE (under the cut)
MEMES
VERSES
RELEVANT HEADCANONS
GALLERY
MORE UNDER THE CUT.
NAME: Sylverian Selemchant
CLASS: Bard (dip) / Ancient Feyblood Sorcerer
TITLE: Lord / Prince
FAMILY: Sulima Selemchant (Human, Mother, City Matriarch, Lady, alive) / Anarion (Father, runaway Prince of the Summer Court, deceased) / Oberon (Archfey, Grandfather, King of the Summer Court, alive)
AGE: 30s
RACE: Half-Elf ( due to his heiritage, he has Eladrin stats! )
GENDER: Trans masc. (he/him)
SEXUALITY: Pansexual, male lean. Polyamorous.
BACKGROUND: (Feylost) Noble.
NOTES:
The lavish parties Sylverian hosts (when his mother is away) are famous in all of Faerûn for their sheer decdance. There is gold even in the food (and there are rumors of, uh, drugs and orgies).
The High House of Selemchant is known for its wealth and influence even beyond Amn —— they sponsor the Cowled Wizards of Athkatla, hold a seat at the Council, and they own the land by the Tethir Road, an important trade route.
Sylverian is known for his beauty and wealth, but there are also many rumors surround him (which is the case for most nobles and influental people); about his alleged struggles with addiction, about him being a spoiled brat, about his sexual escapades, the list goes on. Despite the rumors, he remains the center of attention at social gatherings, surrounded by a retinue of admirers seeking his favor.
APPEARANCE:
Long golden hair that falls in soft curls down to his hips.
Aquamrine eyes; slightly iridescent like teal opals.
Fair complexion, healthy glow, rosy lips.
Tall and lithe.
He’s beauty, he’s grace.
ALWAYS dressed to impress and flaunt his wealth; the fanciest robes, dripping with jewelry, hair done, eyeliner matching his outfit.
Medusa piercing.
PERSONALITY:
Vain.
Flirty.
Spoiled. Used to getting what he wants, when he wants.
Charming, polite; elegant and poised.
Gossips a lot.
Actually very empathetic and kind-hearted.
Easily bored, short attention span. Politics or scholarly pursuits are tedious and dull.
Hedonistic, decadent, indulgent. Enjoys the finer things in life and spares no expense to attain them. Only the very best is good enough.
Always in need of some sort of escapism; sex, parties, drugs.
Give him all the attention and compliments or he will wither like a flower. He craves the spotlight and being fawned over.
Naive, guillible, 0 street smarts due to his sheltered upbringing.
A bit of a fantasy "Marie Antoinette". Poor people exist?? *pikachu face*
Drama Queen.
HISTORY
Sylverian Selemchant was born into a life of privilege as the only child of Lady Sulima Selemchant and Anarion, son of King Oberon of the Summer Court, a powerful Archfey and spouse of Queen Titania.
Raised in luxury, without any hardships and spoiled to no end, Sylverian grew up in a world of gold and glitter. He is blissfully unaware of the struggles faced by ordinary people. It's not that he is cold-hearted (quite the contrary!); rather, he has never been exposed to the harsh realities of life, and he has a tendency to turn a blind eye to anything that doesn't fit his desires and pleasures.
While he was home-schooled by esteemed scholars and being presented with endless opportunities, he has always been only interested in matters of fashion and high-society gossip and cares little about arcane studies, swordmanship or politics, much to his mother's dismay.
SPIRTED AWAY
When he was merely six years old his grandfather Oberon kidnapped him and spirited him away to the Feywild. Bringing a child to the vibrant plane of the Fey is akin to giving it potent drugs; it leaves a mark and shapes their perception forever.
While his Fey blood certainly played a role, this incident amplified Sylverian's longing for excitement. It's a significant factor behind his chronic boredom with the mundane, driving him towards wild parties, this insanely lavish lifestyle, sex and drugs.
MORE ABOUT HIS GRANDFATHER (and why Sylverian doesn't want to become his warlock)
TOUGH LOVE
After Sylverian's father passed away, his mother decided to kick him out, believing it was time for him to learn the harsh realities of the world.
While his father had dismissed Sylverian's antics as nothing more than the playful behavior of a youngling (after all, to an Elf, 30 years was merely the age of a child), his mother held a very different perspective. She felt it was high time Sylverian stopped relying on their family's wealth and started making something meaningful out of his life and learn responsibilty ; after all he was the sole heir of the Selemchant name.
Of course, she still loved her son dearly and knew he wouldn't last a day without protection, so she sent a Knight with him for protection.
TAV VERSE
Only a few days after his mother kicked him out, Sylverian was abducted by Illithids. What fate awaits him? Only the dice hold the answer.
Class: Bard (dip) / Ancient Feyblood Sorcerer ; he brought his violin on his (involuntary) travels, hoping to make a name of himself as a musician as the thought of actual labor never crossed his mind. Confronted with the perils of the world beyond his gilded gates, he learns to tap into the ancient magic in his blood.
Weapon: A very fancy golden rapier
* ☔ : action prompts inspired by FANTASY, NOBILITY, ETC. some prompts are usfw. add reversed for the muse receiving the meme to perform the action instead. ( adjust scenarios or specify details as needed. )
crown of dawn. sender swears their fealty to the receiver.
crown of silver. sender congratulates the receiver on their political engagement, hiding their true affection for the receiver.
crown of midnight. sender dances with the receiver at a masquerade.
crown of glass. sender meets the receiver while their true identity is concealed.
crown of shadows. sender controls the receiver through magic or blackmail, making them their pawn so they can rule from the background.
crown of ink. sender meets the receiver for the first time after they are joined in an arranged marriage.
crown of starlight. sender kneels before the receiver to receive a boon.
crown of rot. sender accuses the receiver of failing their people.
crown of sorrow. sender tells the receiver they are the new lord/queen/etc. as those ahead of them in the line of succession have died.
crown of blood. sender stands before the receiver to be judged for their crimes.
crown of lies. sender accuses the receiver of not being the true heir.
crown of thorns. sender crowns the receiver after killing the previous ruler.
crown of nightshade. sender consumes a poisoned drink meant for the receiver.
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wand of bone. sender uses necromancy to raise the receiver's companions from to dead to aid the sender in fighting against the receiver.
wand of ivy. sender ensnares the receiver in a net of living vines.
wand of twilight. sender conjures the spirit of the receiver from the land of the dead to speak with them.
wand of clouds. sender infiltrates the receiver's dreams to learn their desires.
wand of portals. sender summons the receiver to their world.
wand of resurrection. sender brings the receiver back to life.
wand of memory. sender clouds the receiver's mind so they don't leave.
wand of blossoms. sender grows flowers in the receiver's hair.
wand of salt. sender heals the receiver's wounds.
wand of leaves. sender asks the receiver to read their fortune.
wand of lightning. sender conjures a storm to impede the receiver.
wand of masks. sender crosses paths with the receiver while disguised as them.
wand of flesh. sender wounds the receiver to fuel their blood magic.
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sword of honor. sender challenges the receiver to a duel to decide an argument.
sword of moons. sender wakes up to discover the receiver pressing a blade against the sender's throat.
sword of sacrifice. sender takes a deadly attack meant for the receiver.
sword of wrath. sender kills the receiver's loved one(s) as they watch.
sword of loyalty. sender executes someone at the receiver's command.
sword of blessings. sender asks the receiver to bless their weapon before battle.
sword of madness. sender tries to stop the receiver's bloodthirsty rage.
sword of ruin. sender tortures the receiver for information.
sword of defeat. sender surrenders to the receiver after a hard-fought battle.
sword of ash. sender asks the receiver to kill them for failing the receiver.
sword of spite. sender twists their weapon deeper into the receiver's wound.
sword of wind. sender quickly kills an enemy before they attack the receiver.
sword of betrayal. sender stabs the receiver in the back.
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card of misfortune. sender catches the receiver trying to pick their pocket.
card of coins. sender buys the receiver a drink at a tavern.
card of vipers. sender meets the receiver in a thieves' den.
card of fools. sender finds the receiver caught in a trap, magical or otherwise.
card of iron. sender recognizes the receiver from a wanted poster.
card of vultures. sender is caught looting a dead body by the receiver.
card of songs. sender asks a bard to sing a ballad about the receiver.
card of keys. sender picks a lock to help the receiver escape.
card of winter. sender finds the receiver dying of frostbite and gathers them in their arms to warm them.
card of dust. sender finds the receiver asleep over a book and wakes them.
card of stars. sender keeps the receiver company during first watch at camp.
card of crows. sender warns the receiver they're being followed but that the sender can protect them—for a fee.
card of twine. sender stitches a wound shut for the receiver.
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heart of virtue. sender presses a kiss to the back of the receiver's hand.
heart of devotion. sender slips their signet ring onto the receiver's finger.
heart of roses. sender gives the receiver a token of their favor before a tourney.
heart of thrones. sender kneels before the receiver to pleasure them.
heart of destiny. sender tells the receiver they are fated or reincarnated lovers.
heart of honey. sender intimately feeds the receiver by hand.
heart of darkness. sender cloaks themselves and the receiver in shadows so they can kiss in public.
heart of stone. sender asks the receiver to be their lover as they can't marry.
heart of gold. sender renounces their title to be with the receiver.
heart of wolves. sender intimately licks blood from the receiver's body.
heart of knives. sender cuts the clothes from the receiver's body, unable to wait.
heart of dusk. sender meets the receiver in secret to be together.
heart of embers. sender initiates intimacy to keep the receiver warm.
Amn was as beautiful as all the tomes and books described, and the city of Athkatla certainly didn't let it down. Wealth ran through this lands blood, and it showed. Osian couldn't let himself stand out... He swapped his travelling robes for extravagant emerald and gold garbs. Detailed and expensive jewels, chains and accessories helped him to blend in with his extravagant peers. It was easy enough to afford when one can manipulate the tailors and jewellers minds...
He was here for one thing; Selemchant blood. Their history was kept quiet, but not utterly silent. As one of the rare remaining fey-blood families, no doubt their attunement to the arcane would benefit him greatly. It helped that Osian heard very unhidden rumours of a flirtatious Noble... But surely it could not be that easy.
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It turned out to indeed be that easy. Osian donned himself in the finest silks and leathers he could find, the necklaces and jewels glistened silver against the black and forest green robe. It all complimented his figure and made his hair stand out all the more. He thought it would take some time to attract the Prince's attention, but a simple catch of his eyes was enough to keep that gaze on him for the rest of the evening. At long last, Osian swooped in, and began conversing. Bowing low and being both suave and respectful - telling Sylverian how he was a travelling Wizard to learn all he can of the world, of his roots in High Forest and now in the infamous Baldurs Gate. Though, of course, the illustrious Noble didn't need to know his tower was from rebuilt ruins on one of the Jannath's Tears islands off the coast of Baldurs Gate.
Osian hadn't expected to spend only an evening getting to know the Noble - he anticipated it taking months - but earning his trust seemed to be easier than anything he had encountered thus far. Oh to be naive to the world.
He smiled with charm, holding his arm out for Sylverian to take, his hand over the other man's to show more affection as they made their way out into the illustrious gardens for more space for him to cast his vast travelling spell.
"None taken, Your Highness," Osian smirked. The shadows were gone from around his eyes and he placed a minor spell over his burn so not to put off such shallow upper-classmen. "That's also the reason I don't tend to spend much time around my fellow Wizard. As you say, they are dreadfully bland, and not nearly as enticing as yourself." He purred his words lightly.
Osian kept his smirk as Sylverian seemed to inspect - and taste - him. He even lifted his chin slightly to give the other man more room to nibble and kiss. "I would be a fool to try and pull the wool over such beautiful eyes, Your Highness." Osian held Sylverian's chin with a thumb and forefinger, gazing into said eyes with a false lust.
With his other hand, he shifted his fingers in a blur and a burst of purple light burst before them and quickly formed a portal. Once the expanded dimension door settled, Osian's tower was visible, specifically the lounge. It may have been a ruin when he found it, but it was quite the stunning space now - or at least this level was. He wanted a luxurious space to live in whilst the rest of the tower was full of traps and labs...
Osian held out his arm to allow Sylverian to enter the portal first, as a good host should. "After you, Prince Sylverian. Please, help yourself to my lodgings...or my bed chambers." He added with a sultry glance up and down Sylverian. Initially, he felt the bile building up in his throat at how similar the Prince looked to Thekian, but perhaps this would just make this all the more fun...
👑 . . . ╰──╮ㅤㅤㅤ❝Please, I've told you to call me Sylverian,❞ he chimed & gasped in AWE when the portal opened before him.
Maybe stepping through a stranger's portal wasn't wise, but who would dare harm the Meisarch's son~? (Many people, actually, but he preferred blissful ignorance over thinking about such things, even if he knew better deep down...)
He stepped through... and gasped again. It certainly wasn't as opulent as what Sylverian was used to, after all Amnian nobility had a fondness for excess bordering on absurd ; still, it was considerably more luxurious & entirely different from he'd imagined a wizard's tower to look like!
❝Oh my!❞ He spun gracefully, silks parting to expose the porcelain skin of his thighs as his long golden locks fanned out. ❝Not a cobweb or skull in sight…!❞ Only partially joking, that. He had fully expected this place to be a little more... spooky.
He turned to Osian with a coy smile, fingers trailing slowly down the wizard's chest. ❝Your bedchambers~? My, my, Osian… How forward of you! Do you think me that simple to seduce~?❞ Though obviously he'd come here with precisely that intention & his sultry tone hardly concealed that fact.
Sylverian leaned closer, soft lips tantalizingly near Osian's as he pressed his lithe form against the wizard, enveloping him in his rich scent of luxurious spice & vanilla... and something else. Something potent. Something ancient and intoxicating and arcane that pulled toward the Shadowfell's energy, the absolute antithesis of the Feywild magic flowing through Sylverian's veins. ❝. . . A nobleman like me needs proper wooing first…❞
👑 . . . ╰──╮ IF ONE WANTED to see everything wrong with Faerûn's upper class condensed into a single person, they need only look at Sylverian Selemchant.
Sylverian wasn't INTENTIONALLY heartless (his many servants would readily attest to the lordling's charming personality!), but the suffering of ordinary people was an abstract concept he could just conveniently ignore.
The young half-fey elf was luxury, excess, shallow pleasures and ignorance incarnate while not far beyond his gilded gates people lived in squalor, struggling for their next meal... & he threw parties so extravagant they could have fed hundreds. Instead, much of this lavish banquet — the finest foods, imported wines that cost more than an ordinary person would earn in a lifetime, pastries sprinkled with actual gold — would go to waste the next day.
ㅤㅤOne such infamous party (the kind known throughout the land) was being thrown this very night & only the elite were invited, of course.
Royalty and wealthy merchants, powerful mages of renown, and whoever else held high standing in Amn and beyond. The heir of House Selemchant was wearing a sinful robe in glistening shades of cream, the fabric revealing slender thighs with every movement as he laughed & mingled. He was the heart of the party, as always.
He was far from sober, as was customary at these gatherings, having indulged liberally in silkroot alongside the wine.
One man in particular had caught his eye almost immediately, and oh, he had been swept off his feet in no time. Not that it was difficult ; Sylverian was always an easy mark for anyone charming & attractive. He was a creature who lived for pleasure and little else. But Osian had truly enchanted him and his drug-addled mind offered no resistance whatsoever. Somewhere deep within, his fey blood whispered warnings & his instincts screaming danger, but it all went entirely unheard.
ㅤㅤㅤGiggling, arm looped through the wizard's, he willingly followed along toward the gate. ❝Ohh, this is so exciting,❞ he exclaimed cheerfully. ❝I've never been to a wizard's tower before! Though I do find most mages rather… dull. No offense, of course.❞
A mischievous smile played at his pink lips, voice lowering conspiratorially. ❝. . . You're not one of those withering, bearded recluses, are you? Using a glamour to seduce the unsuspecting heir of House Selemchant~?❞
A sultry note slipped into his tone as he leaned in mid-step, nipping & kissing along Osian's neck.
Just a little reminder that Sylverian is only semi-active at the moment <3
Shadowheart @umbralitany has fully taken over my brain and I’m having a blast writing him!! 💫
He’s on a sideblog, so I can’t follow anyone from there, BUT Shadowheart is open for everyone to interact with & not mutuals-only. SO GO SEND ME STUFF !!
Just a little reminder that Sylverian is only semi-active at the moment <3
Shadowheart @umbralitany has fully taken over my brain and I’m having a blast writing him!! 💫
He’s on a sideblog, so I can’t follow anyone from there, BUT Shadowheart is open for everyone to interact with & not mutuals-only. SO GO SEND ME STUFF !!
