Finished Character designs and trivia guides
Revna, (they/he), no last name.
Spore Druid, wood elf, urchin, former hermit.
Constantly covered in bruises due to their crude, curious nature. Gets into all sorts of trouble and couldnāt care less about scars.
Better at raising the dead than healingādidnāt pay much attention to healing magic until moving in with Halsin to care for him and the children. (In my run, Rev wasnāt a healer; he used most of his spell slots to exist as a destructive degenerate and a conjurer.)
His eyes are hazelnut, but heās lived with goat-like eyes for so long that he doesnāt recognize himself without them anymore.
All his jewelry consists of gifts from the ravens of the mountains he inhabited. /bones, rocks, shiny thorns, etc.)
Raised by shadow druids, ran away in his teen years, and has been a 24/7 people-hater since he returned from Baldurās Gate.
Not a fan of 98% of people in general, but adores kids.
Social anxiety angel, but will intercede for you if you're kind enough.
Has āflexibleā morals when it comes to deathāif the corpse is fresh and not from a friend, heāll put it to work.
After the main events, dedicated himself to the community formed with Halsin, and spreading knowledge about mycology and the different uses of mushrooms and rare plants.
Still wants to kick Astarion in the crotch (even though he loves him)
Remains close to Shadowheart, always sending her a box of purple tomatoes and receiving apple wine in return.
Treats Halsin like his babygirl and will tear a chunk of flesh with bare teeth from anyone who dares threaten him.
The creepy shroom dealer and Athiosā bestie.
(canĀ“t tell you more without spoiling half the fic, tbh)
Athios CƔrcavas (He/Him)
Open hand Monk, Lolth-sworn Drow, Precious little Bhaal-babe.
Of course, he let Volo rip out his eye and gave him a magical prosthetic. A true businessman.
His hair wasnāt this long during the main events, but he let it grow afterward, partly to please Astarion and partly to use it as a scarf during his travels.
After coming back from death in Bhaalās temple, Weethers had to replace the parts of his flesh and blood that belonged to his father. The result was a leather-like texture on his limbs and a black web of veins covering half of his skin.
Used to self-flagellate as a path into discipline and enlightenment during his monastery years; now he pierces himself just for fun.
Was raised in a sectarian monastery devoted to Lolth but joined his fatherās temple after massacring all his companions and guides.
Has a deep fascination with spidersāprobably his favorite creaturesābut couldn't care less about Lolth or any other god anymore.
Still quite bloodthirsty and loves accompanying Astarion on his hunts.
His general demeanor is calm and composed, but loses his shit while fighting or whenever Astarion grabs his ass (rather often).
Was named āCĆ”rcavasā before he lost his memory, and chose the name āAthiosā during the main events.
He never fully regained his memories, only fragments of them. Which he's grateful for. The little bits he remembers made him understand the sadistic bastard he was and fills him with great dread.
After canon events, dedicates his days to cultivating rare blooms and creating perfumes, tinctures, and, in special cases, poisons.
The scary faceless merchant and Revnaās bestie.
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