#daray oc

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SYMPHONYVERSE

So my Symphony-verse is ever expanding so today I want to give you an overview about all the OCs in it~

I'm leaving out NPCs because y'all know them anyways :)

First the list of my canon couples:

Octavian x Astarion Aodhán x Halsin Sorcha x Rolan Eithne x Evindral Rashaan x Maya Minthara x Gale Shadowheart x Karlach Arabella x Fevrokis Wyll x Hope

And now let's get into it!

I will be sorting them into siblings and other blood ties first and romance partners later.

Name: Octavian Dominic Simon Exeltis III Born: 30th Flamerule 1371 Height: 6'5 Species: Aasimar Class: Paladin (OoV) Romance: Astarion Other details: Durge character, he's been obsessed with Astarion since they first met in 1391. (He grew a soul for Astarion) He was made by Bhaal without a soul, grown in a surrogate mother and placed into a noble house so the cult could have access to all that sweet, sweet coin. When he was 5 his wings first emerged and Bhaal used them to slaughter his entire family to ensure he was the last living heir to the fortune. He never got over that.

Name: Amelia Katelynn Geneviève Exeltis Born: 1st Eleint 1360 Height: 5'5 Species: formerly half-elf, now vampire Class: TBA Romance: none so far Other details: She was only 16 when she stumbled out of her burning family home after Octavian slaughtered everyone. Through some miracle she survived the initial injuries but Petras snatched her and Caz turned her into one of his spawn, she's been rotting in the tourmaline depths ever since.

Name: Rashaan Aleval Born: 10th Uktar 1463 Height: 6'2 Species: Seldarine Drow Class: Rogue/Assassin Romance: first love: Vitani, FWB: Ievos, second love: Maya Other details: The Bhaalspawn Octavian never wanted to create. Details here He's a guildsman, an assassin taking jobs that require the best stealth skills to go around. Sorcha taught him most of what he knows about his craft and he's most accurate with throwing knives. He's also able to blend into the slightest shadows. In my universe he killed his twin Riminar in one of their first Bhaalspawn'esque outbursts of bloodlust. Riminar belongs to @acutecastle

Name: Vashti Aleval Born: 1399 Height: 5'4 Species: Drow (exiled Lolthsworn) Class: TBA (something with magic tho) Romance: absolutely not Other details: She survived Tav's attempt on murdering her because of a medical condition that cause her organs to be flipped in her body (Situs Inversus) A heavy drinker, she's both fond of her son and hates him all the same, it's complicated.

Name: Maya Evorio Born: 14th Tarsakh 1469 Height: 5'1 Species: High Elf Class: Wildmagic Sorceress Romance: Rashaan Other details: She was raised by a dragon on his own demiplane called Aurum. She's never been off that plane which made it all the more confusing when she fumbled a dimension door spell and ended up in Toril and was unable to return to Aurum. When she gets nervous or surprised she loses control of her magic, though nothing ever truly tragic happens, mostly just changing her appearance or that of those around her or summoning mephits or quasits.

Name: Verysyssak Born: don't ask... he is OLD (a great Wyrm) Height: 7'8 as a Dragonborn, 70 ft bodylength as a dragon, tail length 76 ft Species: Dragon (Electrum dragon) Class: TBA Romance: None worth mentioning Other details: He once fought a green dragon near Maya's home village, the village got destroyed but in the aftermath he found a toddler on a mountaintop. Maya; her wild magic had teleported her off when the fighting started and she got scared. He took the kid along with him because he felt guilty about having part in killing her family. He taught her magic but when she was older he purposefully disrupted her dimension door spell to get her back to the plane she came from because he thought it was about time she find out about where she came from and found some friends.

Name: Aodhán Tóirfhiontar Born: 19th Ches 1255 (Spring Equinox) Height: 5'8 Species: Wood Elf/homebrewed Leopard shape-shifter/wereleopard Class: Circle of Land Druid Romance: Halsin Other details: The anchor-being of my universe, there was one pivotal moment where either him or another druid could've survived in a fight between the two. If it hadn't been Aodhán, the world would look very, very different. I will explore this in AUs at some point.

Name: Sorcha Tóirfhiontar Born: 14th Eleasis 1251 Height: 5'2 Species: Wood Elf/homebrewed Leopard shape-shifter/wereleopard Class: Gloomstalker Ranger/Thief-Rogue multiclass Romance: Rolan Other details: She carries a boatload of duty, guilt and regret around with her. Life was not kind to this woman. But she always saw to it that the weight of the world steered clear of Eithne, she wanted her little sister to have a happy childhood at least.

Name: Eithne Tóirfhiontar Born: 21st Alturiak 1260 Height: 5'4 Species: Wood Elf/homebrewed Leopard shape-shifter/wereleopard (Panther form) Class: Circle of Land Druid Romance: Evindral Other details: She grew up with Sorcha as her surrogate mother and working the one or other odd job for the guild with her. She's a very fancy druid.

Name: Solasán Tóirfhiontar Born: 20th Kythorn 1493 Height: 6'3 Species: Wood Elf/homebrewed Bear shape-shifter/werebear Class: Circle of Moon Druid Romance: none yet, but he might be poly Other details: As an elven soul who wanted to reincarnate, he picked Aodhán and Halsin as his parents which meant that Aodhán had to come up with a ... creative way to create him a body.

Name: Evindral Ancunín Born: 4th Nightal 1267 Height: 5'10 Species: High Elf Class: Bard Romance: Eithne Other details: After Astarion died, his parents tried to have him exhumed and brought home to rest in the family morgue. Alas the body was gone, and they spend most of their fortune to pay people to find it. This resulted in his father sort of neglecting him and split up the family. Apart from that Kerquis tried to make Evindral the next heir but Evin didn't fit his picture of that as he was more interested in music than in politics. Evindral tried to make it on his own, resulting in a gambling addiction and crippling debt...

Name: Edraele Ancunín Species: High Elf Occupation: Painter Romance: Kerquis Other details: Astarion's mother, she's a painter, his parents never quite got over the fact that their first born's body vanished.

Name: Kerquis Ancunín Species: High Elf Occupation: Magistrate Romance: Edraele Other details: Astarion's father his parents never quite got over the fact that their first born's body vanished. He became even more strict after that. There is a wedge between him and Evindral these days.

Name: Vincent Born: 1246 Height: 5'6 Species: Half-Drow (Lolthsworn origin), turned Vampire Spawn Class: Ranger Romance: Sebastian Other detail: My first trans male character because I want to be more inclusive in my writing! He's been locked up in Reithwin morgue for 130 years until the party found him during their time in the Shadow Cursed Lands. As a result of that he wasn't very vocal for quite some time, kept thinking he did talk when in fact he only thought what he wanted to say.

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DECEASED CHARACTERS

Name: Daray Born: 1307 Species: Tiefling Class: Circle of Spores Druid Romance: Aodhán (but he was an abusive bitch) Other details: he's a terrible person, the anti-anchor of my universe, if he would've won the fight between Aodhán and him, I would have an Evil!AU on my hands.

Name: Vitani Born: 1466 Height: 5'7 Species: Tiefling Class: Ranger Romance: she dreams of it, but Rashaan is too stubborn to admit they're already dating Other details: she keeps a teddy bear from the one time her childhood had been a happy place. Rashaan steals it all the time.

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Sneak Peak Tag-Along

Thank you for the tag @nw39

I have to slow down a bit with the current Symphony of Shadow and Light chapters since the story is in a really dark place right now and I need to breathe between those episodes :')

So the schedule is currently on pause for Symphony of Shadow and Light

Anyways... here's a sneak peak of Chapter 104, currently titled "How to murder the murder cult"

"Is there anything I can do to help, my heart?", he asks softly. Aodhán chews, swallows, then shakes his head. "I need time," he says, voice flat, distant—like it belongs to someone else entirely. Even his own ears barely recognize it. The phantom ache of the collar still clings to his throat, as if it’s still there, digging into his skin. "Of course", Halsin nods, voice tender—until it hardens with resolve. "Octavian has recovered. We plan to raid the Bhaal temple today. To kill everyone inside." His voice slips into a growl, rough and guttural. Rage laces every word. Usually, Aodhán would have said something. Would have warned him not to drown in it, not to let revenge hollow him out. But today, he has nothing left to give. The darkness has him too tightly in its grasp. Still, he manages to speak. "I'm not coming." "Naturally", Halsin answers with a frown knitting his brows together. "But would you... would you like someone to stay with you?" Aodhán’s expression tightens. "I don't need a babysitter, Halsin", he replies flatly, hating the dullness in his voice—hating himself for sounding so lifeless, so cold. "Are you sure? Any of the others would—" "Do you not trust my judgment?", he snaps, the words sharper than intended, venomous from a place of pain. It happens so fast. The anger, the shame, the bitterness—it all bubbles over. He doesn’t want to lash out, but the darkness inside him is a barrel of oil and Halsin’s concern, however well-meaning, is the spark that sets it off. He’s not like this. He doesn’t snap at Halsin. But right now, he feels like a powder keg and everything—everything—is tinder. He grits his teeth, shoulders hunched, fists clenched in the blankets. Daray is still in his head. Still clawing at him. He hates it. He hates him. He hates the anger, the grief, the helplessness. But more than anything, he hates the hating.

I tag @dramatiquechipmunk @fartasticdurge @sawickibalisong

No pressure :D

[shandoratheexplorer]

Evil!AU, please! 👀

ohh this will be a downer...

18+ Minors do not engage

The beginning of the Evil!AU is the fact that Aodhán lost the fight against Daray not the other way around.

In my Symphonyverse Aodhán represents life while Daray is death.

So with Daray winning, death rules.

Here goes with the sad snippet...

TW: necrophilia, slavery

Context: Daray is a spore druid...

Daray knew his pet had escaped the second the gemstone embedded in his wristband flared to life, pulsing with an ominous, crimson glow. His lips curled in a snarl, fury rolling through him like a storm as he surged to his feet, shoving the spore slave off his cock with a careless flick of his wrist. "Go make yourself useful elsewhere," he growled, voice sharp enough to cut. The reanimated corpse let out a wet, gurgling sound before scrambling away, her vacant eyes unfocused, drool hanging in thick, glistening strands from her chin. Her compliance offered him only the faintest flicker of satisfaction, a brief balm to his ire—before the weight of realization returned. Aodhán had run. The thought alone sent a dark thrill racing down his spine. Foolish thing. He knew better than to try, and yet, despite everything, the little leopard had bolted. A low chuckle rumbled in Daray’s throat, though there was no amusement in it. Time to hunt. Shadows rippled as he shifted, bones twisting, reshaping, elongating until sleek, midnight-black fur enveloped his form. The direwolf that stood in his place was an imposing creature—bigger, leaner, built for endurance and power. With a single shake, he rid himself of the last vestiges of his Tiefling form and padded toward the mouth of the cavern, nose already searching for the trail. Aodhán couldn’t have gotten far. Not in his condition. Daray made sure of that. The elf’s hunger was no accident—no cruelty for cruelty’s sake. It was calculated. A starving Aodhán was a pliant Aodhán. A weakened body meant dulled reflexes, easier submission. Aodhán would be too exhausted to fight back, too sluggish to escape, too desperate for anything—even Daray’s touch—if it meant relief. And if the leopard ever did attempt to flee? Well. It wouldn't take long to break him again. And true enough, the scent of blood-tinged sweat and desperation clung to the underbrush, barely masked by the feeble attempts to disguise it. In his prime, Aodhán could have hidden himself well—darting through the trees with that feral, untamed grace. But not now. Not like this. Daray followed the trail with ease, relentless in his pursuit, his breath steady while Aodhán’s was already ragged, wheezing. It wasn’t long before he spotted the leopard ahead—staggering, struggling, a mere ghost of the fierce creature he once was. Daray’s growl reverberated through the trees, deep and menacing, just before he lunged. Aodhán barely had time to react before the force of the attack sent him crashing into the dirt. He thrashed, claws flashing, fangs bared in a last-ditch attempt to fend off his predator. Teeth snapped. Claws tore through fur and flesh. The fight was wild, violent… but ultimately… pointless. Daray was stronger. A lot stronger. A flash of movement—a misstep. And then Daray struck. His fangs sank deep, tearing a gaping wound in the leopard’s side, hot blood spilling in a grotesque gush over the forest floor. Aodhán’s agonized snarl split the night, sharp and raw, before collapsing beneath his own weight. His breathing came in ragged gasps, paws twitching weakly as life bled from him. Daray stepped back, shifting seamlessly, the beast melting away into the Tiefling once more. He exhaled, crouching beside the trembling form of the dying leopard. With unexpected gentleness, he reached out, running his fingers through blood-matted fur. "You should’ve never run away, piscín," he murmured, voice almost affectionate. Almost. The leopard let out a weak, shuddering breath. Daray leaned in, his whisper a ghost against fading consciousness. "But worry not. I'll revive you. And this time... you'll be a lot more obedient." And that was the last thing Aodhán heard before he died.