Hello! Welcome to my blog.
This is a place for me to dump my virtual photography of my OC Kalopsia, and for you to hopefully enjoy it.
Below the cut is all of her lore (so far), her playlist, moodboard, and the modlist that I used to create her.
Thanks for visiting!
𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕭𝖆𝖘𝖎𝖈𝖘:
Name: Kalopsia
Age: ???
Lineage: Bhaalspawn (physical appearance is a Tiefling)
Height: 5'8"
Origin: The Dark Urge
Path: Redemption
Class: Warlock (The Fiend)
Background: The Haunted One
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Languages: Common, Infernal, Abyssal
Sexuality: Pansexual
Gender Identity: Demigirl
Pronouns: She/They
𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕺𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖛𝖎𝖊𝖜
Born of Bhaal's flesh and refined by Fierna's infernal touch, Kalopsia was once a masterpiece of purpose; loyal to her Father Bhaal with a bloodstained devotion that was almost tender.
Her objective was singular: kill. Terrorise the streets, make the population frightened and malleable. Efficient and aloof, Kalopsia revelled in the clinical precision of every kill - each one not only methodical, but a prayer, a rite, an offering.
She carried this meticulousness in the way she maneuvered through the political landscape of Baldur's Gate. Charismatic and poised, Kalopsia cut through the courts with a silver tongue sharpened to a razor edge. Manipulation was instinctive; charm was the mask that concealed the predator beneath. Kalopsia was alive with ambition, quietly proud of the perfection she embodied.
A jealous foe and a frenzied attack ended the life she knew.
Now, new eyes look upon the world around her. The woman she was has ceased to exist, though she is still a creature of elegance and exquisite taste. Why she has an encyclopedic knowledge of fine wines, however, is entirely beyond her Curious, whimsical, cheeky, and effortlessly flirtatious, she navigates the world with a warm, playful charm that feels entirely her own. Kalopsia is living for herself for the first time, determined to be more than the violence that inhabits her, while it threatens to bring forth carnage at any given moment...
𝕬𝖕𝖕𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊
Kalopsia has a striking, almost regal appearance, crowned by a set of four pronged horns that curve elegantly above her head. Her skin is a deep red, unmarred save for the ritualistic scars carved into her forehead, lower lip and chin. The meaning of them is lost to her, though the phantom memory of pain seems to linger.
Her eyes are perpetually quizzical, dancing and gleaming at whatever captivates her. Orange glowing irises are set against the backdrop of deep plum sclera - making her gaze both intriguing and unsettling.
A cascade of thick, ink-black hair is always pulled into a bun, though some strands are not content to sit in place, falling around her face. Kalopsia holds it in place with a sharpened, delicate-looking pin (a conveniently disguised weapon). Sleek, feminine-styled clothing is her preference, lightly adorned for practicality - though she is no stranger to decadence when the occasion calls for it
𝕾𝖕𝖊𝖊𝖈𝖍 𝖕𝖆𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖓𝖘
Kalopsia retains her eloquent cadence and impressive vernacular, though her tone is warmer and playful. She speaks with a gentle musicality, her words entering poetic territory when she finds something particularly mesmerizing. Coupled with her charming personality and verbosity, Kalopsia's voice still proves to be one of her greatest assets.
𝕻𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖞
Though amnesia clouds her mind, it has never occurred to Kalopsia that she once lived a life deprived of beauty. Sunsets, flowers on the roadside, the warm fur of an animal: all are instances that bring her to tears, everyday miracles that continue to delight her. Beneath this appreciation for beauty lies a mischievous person. Her expertise in timing and executing her dry humor has been known to throw her companions off balance, leaving them laughing (or rolling their eyes). Kalopsia finds as much delight in a particularly stinging jest as she does a fine wine or luxurious fabrics. Above all, Kalopsia is striving to find herself through the haze of a life forgotten. The vile thoughts that poison the well of her mind are willfully suppressed, even when her fingers twitch with the need to hold a blade. Kalopsia is eager to help those around her, to turn her talents against those who would bring harm to the innocent - and to repent for the atrocities she's almost certain she has committed.
𝕱𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖘𝖙𝖞𝖑𝖊
Whether wielding daggers or magic, Kalopsia's fighting style is economical and calculated; she finds no joy in playing with her prey. Each flash of her blade sings with the promise of slicing soft tissue, finding pulsing arteries with unerring and unsettling accuracy. Kalopsia's spellwork is the arcane mirror of her blade work; each spell crackles with surgical precision. The afterimage of an Eldritch Blast scars the air of the battlefield long after her foes have fallen - the smell of charred and oozing flesh a testament to each deliberately aimed Fire Bolt. Kalopsia has no particular love of magic, casting with purpose, not passion.
𝕽𝖔𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝕬𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖔𝖓
Their relationship is born of recognition - two predators flashing their teeth, drawn in by their own reflection. Kalopsia finds Astarion charming in the way one adores a hissing kitten: a sweet thing, obviously vulnerable, but undeniably dangerous. He gravitates toward her wit, her endless banter, her shameless flirting - a mirror he finds himself captivated by. Try as they might, cracks slowly begin to show in the delicate porcelain of the masks they cower behind. As vulnerability inevitably bleeds through like invasive weeds, what begins is a dance around a fire - the two simultaneously fearing and risking being burnt just to be close. Kalopsia offers affection without demand, a hand gently outstretched with promise. Astarion offers unflinching understanding, never turning from the darker chambers of her heart. Each sees the individual behind the craftsmanship of their Creator, knowing that they can and will be more than they were made to be. To be seen for who they are without pretense is agonizing - yet, it is the only thing they've ever truly wanted.
𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖈𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖆𝖓𝖊𝖔𝖚𝖘 𝖉𝖊𝖙𝖆𝖎𝖑𝖘
Kalopsia loves animals, but has a soft spot for spiders and cats - especially the grumpy ones. She will risk being clawed for the chance to befriend a feral stray. She says they remind her of a certain vampire she knows…
She loves drinking tea, but will only take it in a proper teacup and with a saucer (it's good manners, you know). She also holds her pinky out while drinking.
Repeatedly braiding the loose strands of her hair is her nervous tic. She is also prone to chewing her lip.,
Kalopsia will take any and all opportunities to mimic Astarion's pronunciation of "darling", dragging out the syllables in a hyperbolic manner.
She loves tart fruits, pomegranate seeds being her favorite.
Her scent would be: Top notes: Cranberry and rose, Heart notes: Rose, Base notes: Musk and vanilla.
𝕶𝖆𝖑𝖔𝖕𝖘𝖎𝖆'𝖘 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖇𝖔𝖆𝖗𝖉
𝕶𝖆𝖑𝖔𝖕𝖘𝖎𝖆'𝖘 𝕻𝖑𝖆𝖞𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙
(Some lean more towards KalopsiaxAstarion. May contain adult themes and an over abundance of vampire imagery.)
In the Blood ft Ashley Barrett
Vosh - Perfection
Grave Pleasures - Disintegration Girl
London after Midnight - Sacrifice
I Monster - Who Is She?
INKUBUS SUKKUBUS - Vampyre Erotica
Vosh - Pray
Nox Novacula - Shattered World
War on Women - Demon
The Poppy Family - Where Evil Grows
𝕸𝖔𝖉𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙
Thank you to every mod maker out there for your incredible work!
Face: Mantis Fantasy Presets, Vol I
Hair: Poesielibre's Fantastical Hairstyles
P4 Bangs Bangs Everywhere
Eyes: Demon Eyes
Requires Astralities' Glow Eyes
Horns: More Horns
Scars: Random( Neck) Scars WIP