Cori Graye - BG3 Edition Intro - For The Astral Campfire Community
I made this for The Astral Campfire community, but I want to share it on my main blog as well. I worked really hard on Cori’s intro, and some friends may recognize her from her MK version, too. So here’s my girl!
✧ Birth Name / Chosen Name / Alias / Nickname(s): Corina Graye, prefers Cori.
✦ Race & Subrace: Human
✧ Age | Gender | Pronouns: 30, female, she/her
✦ Class | Subclass: Rogue/swashbuckler. Cori always has mad insults.
✧ Background:
Growing up, her family was poor despite her father, Einar, working as the town blacksmith. With seven older brothers and her mother passed soon after she was born, it was hard on their father to take care of eight children and work at the same time.
She has no memory of her mother, Cordelia. And when she passed away, the matriarch of the Visconti family tried to broker a deal with Einar. She will help support his family, but only if he gives her any of his children that show magical talent. Einar refused, and the Visconti family disowned them.
Growing up poor in the city walls, Cori and Atten learned to pick pockets and locks to try to bring food home. Atten learned illusion magic to change his appearance and to draw people’s attention. That’s when Cori would sneak in with her sticky fingers and pick pockets.
One day, she picked the pocket of a cleric of Eilistraee, a drow named Jaxle. He took pity on the teens and decided to teach Cori how to handle a blade and a bow.
When Cori reached age 20, her father set her up in an arranged marriage. She was furious with him. They had numerous fights and arguments about it. Convinced he was just trying to get rid of another hungry mouth to feed. But Einar only wanted what was best for his only daughter. To have a home, safety and security. To hopefully get her out of a thief’s life.
During her marriage with Harlan, she put her best foot forward to make it work. She’s a charming and funny person, it wasn’t hard for him to get used to her. Though it always felt like something was lacking in her relationship with him, but she couldn’t put her finger on it.
The marriage lasted almost two years before being annulled. The reason being that Cori isn’t able to have children. She was looking forward to being a mother. She loved children and cherished being around her nieces and nephews. Now, that prospect was taken away from her. Harlan, furious and upset, got drunk and knocked up the local barmaid.
Heart broken and feeling useless, she left as soon as the marriage was annulled and never looked back.
Ever since then, her and Atten take odd jobs for thrills and coin. They occasionally meet up with Jaxle and travel with him.
✦ Family History:
Father: Einar Graye - commoner, blacksmith
Mother: Cordelia Visconti - noblewoman, middle child of five girls
Siblings: seven older brothers, including Atten. Atten and Cori are the youngest of eight children.
✦ Pets / Animal Familiars:
Scratch and the owlbear cub she named Owlbert
✧ Three Words That Describe Them:
Out. Of. Pocket. (She’s a swashbuckler for a reason! lol.)
But if we’re being serious: sarcastic, honest, impulsive.
✦ Physical Trait / Anomaly / Disability: Black hair, green eyes, and a roguish smile.
I’m going to use this space to talk about an ability she has: Pain Transference.
Cori is able to heal other people by placing her hands on them and transferring the pain onto herself. She takes on the wounds and feels the pain they would’ve gone through. But she heals faster than they would have. There has only been three instances where the wound was so fatal that she has died from healing the person and has come back to life. She doesn’t know why she has this power, other than her mother’s side of the family has magic running through their bloodline.
✧ Tadpole Status: Didn’t use the tadpole
✧ Companion Affinity Key:
💜 = Close bond / Romantic interest
💚 = Rivalry / Mutual respect
🧡 = Strong friendship / Ally
❤️ = Romantic interest / Complex bond
💙 = Trustworthy companion / Mentor
🤍 = Mutual admiration / Professional respect
✧ Companion Affinity:
Shadowheart: 🧡 (the sister she never had)
Lae’zel: 🤍
Astarian: 🧡 (besties!)
Gale: 🧡 (prankster in crime buddy)
Wyll: 🤍
Karlach: 🧡 (one of the best friends she’s ever had)
✦ Theme Music:
- Fight Song: “War Eternal” by Arch Enemy
- Love song: “Song #3” by Stone Sour - captures her perfectly
- OC’s choice: “All The Heavy Lifting” by Mastodon - really sums up the vibe of Cori’s journey. Feeling hopeless, wishing someone else would take on this perilous journey, and eventually finding the hole at the end of the tunnel.
✧ Moodboards / Aesthetic Extras:
✦ Voice Claim: Cristina Scabbia (also her face claim)
✧ Reputation / What Others Say:
Before BG3: A thief’s career doesn’t last long if they’re well known. Cori and Atten tend to stay out of the public eye and not draw attention. The people they tend to work with state the Graye siblings quite the handful, but they get the job done. If only they didn’t have such smart mouths.
After the events of BG3: Cori has never had so many people rely on her, especially under such dire circumstances. She didn’t truly believe they would make it out to the other side and stop the invasion. She never thought she would amount to anything. She’s a thief! How many thieves are out there saving the world?
There were so many times she wanted to give up and let someone else handle it. Only to realize that no one else is going to step up, and her team is the only one with the tool to do it. And after meeting the tieflings and seeing their fate, there’s no way she can turn back now.
✦ Beliefs / Personal Code: Fuck societal norms. It’s your life, don’t let anyone else tell you how to live it.
✧ Most Prized Possession: A ring her father crafted her and Atten enchanted it. It allows them to communicate telepathically within a certain distance. It helps when they’re on a job.
Her bow Heartbreaker. Jaxle gifted it to her after her annulment. He got as a reminder for her to remember who she is, and that her worth isn’t based on another’s approval.
✦ Greatest Fear: Losing more people she cares about. While simultaneously being afraid to get close to someone that they break her heart.
✧ Alignment (Personal or D&D): chaotic neutral
✦ Authors Notes:
Cori Graye is my OC that I created over 10 years ago for own personal stories. I decided to throw her into some of my favorite fandoms just recently, and Baldur’s Gate (Forgotten Realms in general) fits her perfectly.
send me 🕯️to hear my character's inner thoughts about your character.
Ombra would find Cori super annoying at first. Sadly, Ombra is a controlling woman, so someone like Cori would probably piss her off. And she doesn’t like it when people talk so much T_T. BUT I think this is pretty funny!
If given the chance, Ombra would immediately turn back if she found out that Cori is in the room.
“I don’t want her to be here!”
Mostly, Ombra would hide it and be her usual stoic-boss-self around Cori. However, she would sometimes snap at her.
HOWEVER, Ombra would very interested in Cori’s skills and talents, so she’d try to recruit her :3
What was your Tav's first impression of their eventual partner?
Immediate distrust.
Cori pulled Kor from a broken illithid pod after the crash. She pointed her blade at him, suspicious he could have been a thrall or about to change. After seeing that one lady morph into an illithid with the push of a button, she’s had her hackles raised ever since.
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Kor was scared shitless!
First, he just finished a show with the Foulbloods, got abducted by a flying tentacle ship, a malicious looking tadpole swam behind his eye ball, and then watched as the ship crash landed with him inside it!
Then he wakes up alive, hoping it’s just a massive hangover, only to be held at dagger point by a short woman with a vicious scowl.
Yeah, he was scared. And he’s not proud to admit that.
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Wrath didn’t realize he would be meeting his eventual partner when they visited the Druid Grove. Love and relationships were the furthest thing from his mind once he became a Paladin. And yet, Dammon just made it seem like the most natural thing in the world to love him. Wrath needs someone who is patient, warm, and inviting. And Dammon has that in spades.
Synopsis: Havik loves to leave marks on his pretty little thief.
Notes: This has been sitting in my W.I.P.s for a long time. I decided to finally finish it and spruce it up a bit. The rest of the prompts won’t be as long as this one.
Havik traced his fingers down her face to her delicate neck, taking in the soft contours and sensitive flesh. She’s a work of art come to life. An entity to cherish, to kiss her feet for gracing you with her presence.
His beautiful creature of mischief.
What did he ever do to deserve her? She is perfect in every way he is not. The light to his shadow. The sweetness to his cruelty. The soft curves to his hard planes of muscles and scars. Nothing could be this perfect.
Except for her.
“Please, Havik. Please touch me.” That pleading voice full of honey and desire.
Cori sat back on the bed, propped up on her elbows, knees bent and her legs spread wide open for him. Just like he wanted.
Half lidded green eyes peering up at him, as if he was the world’s greatest treasure.
Why does she look at him like that? Does she not see the ugliness in his soul? How it’s burned on his face?
And yet, she’s here. Begging for him to touch her more. Arousal glistening between her legs that tasted oh so sweet. Havik could spend hours between her legs, drinking her sweet nectar and still never get enough.
One massive hand circled her throat, pulse fluttering like a butterfly caught in a glass jar. All it takes is one squeeze and she would be gasping for air, barely clinging to life. Yet she trusts him to not give in to that urge. That soft, delicate neck he’s grasped many times, peppering it with purple bite marks. And yet, she still sings for more.
Havik moved his hand up, tracing his thumb along her jaw before stopping at her lips.
Those soft lips that have kissed him, sucked him, and whispered words of love and endearment. Even now, she still kisses him as if his lips are still there. Taking his tongue into her mouth to dance with hers.
Half lidded green eyes watching him with pure devotion. The tip of his thumb grazed her teeth, before he pushed in and pressed down on her tongue, earning him a surprised gasp.
“Suck.” Havik commanded.
And she did without a second thought. The warm confines of her mouth closing around his digit, swirling her tongue, and hollowing her cheeks.
”Mmm.” Her sweet moan vibrated around his thumb.
“Such a good girl for me.” Havik pushed his thumb in and out of her mouth, watching her perfect lips obey his movements. “That’s it.”
He pulled his thumb completely out, smearing her saliva over her lips, and replaced it with his pointer and middle fingers. Slowly, he started the same process. Pushing them back and forth, feeling her teeth scrape against his skin. Feeling her slippery tongue in between his digits as she sucked hard.
When her head started to match the movements of his fingers, he pushed them even further. Slowly inching their way down her throat with each thrust.
The wet noises and delicious gags she made, sent a tingle down his spine and straight to his hard, twitching cock.
”Fuck.” A groan rumbled in his chest. Those glittering eyes gaze into his with such love, wanting nothing more than to please him however he sees fit. “My perfect girl.”
He pushed his thick fingers as far they could go, holding them there as he felt the muscles of her warm throat constrict and gag around them. Only leaving them there for but a few moments as he enjoyed the look of complete obedience from his thief, before pulling them completely out. Hot saliva drenched his fingers, a line of spit connecting them to her lips.
His cock jumped as he watched her gasp for air.
Fuck.
Using his other hand, he grabbed her hair by the nape of her neck and pulled her head backward. Havik licked and nipped along her neck, leaving indents of his teeth on her delicate flesh, earning him little mewls of pleasure.
Saliva coated fingers found their way between her sweet thighs. Gently, he circled the velvety opening, her legs trembling at his barely there touch. One digit explores her hooded clit, finding the hidden pearl under the folds. The way she closed her eyes and let out little "ah ah"'s at every stroke, made his cock throb with need.
Fuck, he loves her reactions. All so sweet. And just for him.
How did he get a woman so perfect? So soft and sweet.
He would never let her go. He can't. He physically couldn't see her leave him. This overwhelming hunger for her consumed him to an unhealthy extent. One he didn't bother to fix. He wanted her, and he wanted her to himself. No other man is allowed to have her. Something that she constantly reassures him he never has to worry about.
That she would never leave him. That she loved him, despite his disfigured face and scarred body. Despite the many times he salivates over her beating heart. Despite the way he wants to consume her. Cori loves him and she couldn't picture a life without him.
”Mmm. Havik.” The little thief mewled. Soft hips gently rocking against his fingertips, still circling her sensitive clit.
A dark thought enters his mind, wanting to toy with her. He speeds up his fingers, feeling her pant against his mangled ear.
Only to stop completely.
Havik let out a dark chuckle, his jaw clicking with the effort, at her frustrated whine.
When she tried to push down on his fingers, he pulled her hair tighter.
“Patience, my pet.” Havik breathed in her ear, voice full of gravel. His fingers travel down to her dripping entrance, letting the first knuckles enter her velvety walls. Calloused palm rubbing her hooded clit, taking his sweet time.
Chipped teeth traveled down her creamy neck, sinking deep into her delicate flesh. Nipping and molding the sensitive skin between his maw. Releasing it and laving his tongue over the blooming bruise, to move onto more unblemished skin.
Cori groaned, breaths coming faster as he pushed his fingers in and out of her slick walls, making obscene squelching noises, littering her neck and collarbone with his wicked teeth. Fingernails biting into the skin of his battered back.
“You’re so wet for me.” A deep growl rumbled in his chest, his mouth continuing his path between the valley of her breasts. “So eager.”
He captured a nipple between his teeth, flicking his tongue over the dusky peak, while his free hand pinched the other.
”Ohh Havik.” Cori whimpered. Arching her back and tangling a dainty hand in his messy hair, pulling him closer to her. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
The giant man let out a gravelly groan, his cock throbbing at her delicious pleas. Tongue flicking faster over her nipple and pumping his fingers harder.
Her keening whimpers became faster, desperate for every touch. He switched to her other side, his massive hand squeezing her plump breast as he gave the stiff peak the same rough treatment.
"Ohhh! Fuck Havik!" The thief writhed beneath him, falling flat to her back and wrapping her arms around Havik's neck, pulling him flush against her curves. Greedy hips meeting each thrust of his fingers, slick heat coating his hand.
Havik ripped his mouth away from her and growled.
"I said patience." He added another thick finger and roughly thrust in, holding her there while her legs flailed and needy gasps falling from her lips.
Leaving her completely at his mercy.
"I wanted to be gentle.” Havik ripped his thick fingers from her, earning a welp. “Get you ready to take me.”
He roughly flipped her to her stomach. Propping her hips in the air and shoving her head into the mattress. He spread her legs wide, lining up his throbbing cock to the entrance of her pretty pink lips.
“But you keep getting,” Havik sharply thrusts inside, burying himself to the hilt, “impatient!"
A strangled moan rips from Cori’s throat.
Havik grits his teeth. His body stills, savoring the feeling of her velvety walls clenching him like a lifeline. His hands grip her hips tightly, fingers digging into the plump flesh, trying to regain some sense of control.
“I wanted to be softer. More gentle.” He leans his forehead on the back of her neck, hot breath cascading down her sweaty back.
Every clench of her walls sends shocks to the base of his spine, making his sack tighten and cock throb with primal need. Wanting to feed the monster inside of him that wants to fucking claim her.
“Havik. Please…” Her pleading whimper shatters whatever control he had left.
A feral growl reverberates in his throat, “What are you doing to me?”
One arm wraps around her waist, his other hand gripping her shoulder, holding her in place. He pulls his hips back, feeling her legs tremble with anticipation, and plunges forward into her warm depths, earning him a soft moan.
Havik’s teeth latch onto the juncture of her neck and shoulder, like a beast that finally captured his prey. His hips set a steady rhythm of deep, powerful thrusts, his body molding against hers, not able to get enough of her.
Cori’s hands scrambled for purchase on the thick bed sheets as every thrust steals the breath from her lungs, panting against his face with each cry of pleasure.
The sound of skin against skin filling the room. Ragged breaths leave his destroyed mouth. His heavy sack, filled with need, slapping her clit with every push of his hips, burying himself deeper inside her.
Every push and shove, her walls constrict around him even tighter. A coil of heat building deep inside his pelvis with every greedy thrust.
“Havik…” Cori pleaded, her knuckles turning white in the fisted sheets, “I’m so close…”
A guttural growl leaves his throat at her words, his body shivering as picks up the pace. His hand holding her waist moves to the valley between her thighs. Rough fingers finding that sweet hidden pearl, covered in her wetness. He rubs quick, unrelenting circles, making her body convulse violently.
A symphony of whimpers and cries of his name play from her lips as she trembles underneath him. Her slick walls flutter and clench his throbbing cock in a vice grip. A brief flicker of worry crosses his mind and disappears just as quickly, as he wonders if her grip will snap him in half.
“Fu-.. Ah… Cori…” Havik groaned, latching his teeth onto her shoulder, losing himself in her release as she came completely undone. The taste of copper bursting on his tongue.
Eyes clenched shut. Hips jerking wildly. Unable to hold himself back anymore, his heavy sack tightening as he spills himself inside, riding the waves of ecstasy.
After what feels like an eternity, Havik catches himself on his elbows, trying not to crush her under his weight. He collapses to the side, laying his forehead on her neck as they both come down from their intense high.
Drool begins to pool on her heated skin where he’s panting heavily. His arms locked around her like steel bands. Unwilling to let her go. Not wanting this feeling of euphoria to end.
Minutes pass by, their breathing finally settled down, his heart no longer slamming into his ribs. Just blissful warmth radiating from the exhausted beauty next to him.
He manages to prop himself up in his elbow, gazing at her with a tenderness that he never knew he could feel. Brown eyes trail over the blooming marks on her creamy flesh. Fingers tracing over them, before gently turning her to her back, admiring his work.
“Mine,” he growled.
Cori let out a breathless chuckle. Even covered in sweat, saliva, and blood, she looks gorgeous.
“Come here, handsome.” She opens her arms and Havik is all too eager to bury his face against chest.
The rhythmic beat of heart reverberated under his mangled ear. Her intoxicating scent filling his nasal cavities.
