‘FUCK YES.’

* dossier . name. nepharia graylock. nicknames. if she had friends, they’d probably call her neph. species. cambion. half tiefling / half succubus. class & specialization. warlock ( the fiend ) / rouge ( criminal ). age. 45 ( baby demon owo ). gender & pronouns. cis female ( though, succubi can change their sexual organs at will ) / she, her. orientation. pansexual. height in tiefling form. 5’6”. height in demon form. 5’10”. hair. slightly wavy, light gray & silver, just below her shoulders. eyes. light gray - blue, almost white. complexion. her skin is almost colorless, a pale, gray color. she has a few patches of light freckles speckled upon her nose, shoulders, back, and hips. distinguishing features. she is marked in abyssal language upon the left side of her face, given to her by her patron as a symbol of ownership over her. demon form. in her succubus form, she stands a bit taller at 5’10”, and her claws grow longer and sharper. the whites of her eyes turn black, and the pupils become a bright, glowing white. her teeth come to a sharper point, and of course, she sprouts dark, veiny, fleshy wings with a span of four feet in each direction. her claws are nearly unbreakable, and can penetrate and slice through thin metal. her bite force is also incredibly strong, matching that of a displacer beast. piercings. her septum. alignment. chaotic evil.

cambion / succubus abilities. as a succubus, nepharia can kill with sexual intercourse, but she can also choose not to if she is so inclined— but nepharia sustains herself on mostly mortal souls, and her favorite prey are those of the male persuasion. most cambions are capable of soul absorption in some way, and this is nepharia’s way. souls make her stronger, even without killing her prey, a portion of their essence is enough to get her higher than any drug known to man, and she is quite addicted to it. enhanced empathy. nepharia is able to sense heightened emotions in the mortals around her, fear, lust, anger, sadness. regardless of this, she still has trouble actually empathizing, especially with people she perceives as prey, and she very much enjoys being feared, as much as she enjoys being desired— she feeds off of the lust as much as the souls themselves. energy manipulation. nepharia can quite literally cause a shift in the atmosphere, releasing natural pheromones that make her more difficult to resist, more powerful than your basic charm spells. she can also shift from tiefling form to her demon form at will. inter-dimensional travel. nepharia can travel to and from the hells through a portal she has the capability of opening, but it takes a lot of power and energy and mental focus, and she can do it more than once per day without a full rest.

* backstory . nepharia was born into an extremely poor family, and her mother died giving birth to her. her father always hated her for this, and eventually sold nepharia to a rich and powerful man who owned a tiefling brothel at the age of only fifteen. she also was born a pale, gray color, whereas both her mother and her father have crimson colored skin, her father always assumed her mother had been unfaithful to him, and also resented nepharia for this. unbeknownst to nepharia for many more years, or her father, she did not in fact come from his seed— but an incubus, one nepharia never meets. nepharia was never shown parental love, or love at all, for that matter. she was never shown guidance, and the more her fiendish and wicked qualities began to blossom, the more her father despised her. he thought she was evil, a curse on his miserable life. he sold her off easily.

nepharia spent another decade under the abusive ownership of theodor, the owner of the illegal brothel tailored to the elite, forced to be with countless clients though never touching any of the coin made from her labor herself. eventually, people started to complain about feeling abnormally sluggish and weak after buying an evening with nepharia, and she was even the reason many warriors fell in battle -- after a single night with the succubus, the strongest of warriors could meet a bloody end. before too long, after enough complaints, nepharia was punished by being offered to the more -- rough -- clients of theodor, clients he always promised she wouldn’t have to deal with. over the years, nepharia got smarter. she betrayed other girls to get closer to theodor, slowly but surely building his trust.

nepharia started to get visited by a regular client at least once every week. this customer never wanted sex, in fact, he only ever talked to her during their sessions, telling her that she was far more than just a tiefling to be beaten, used and discarded, but mostly speaking in riddles the first few weeks. this client eventually revealed himself to be a devil, residing in the depths of the nine hells deep in the abyss, and he craved the lifeforce of rich and powerful men in the mortal realm to ascend, but retrieving their souls was difficult. but it wouldn’t be for nepharia, all she had to do was what she’s been doing since she was a young teenage girl.

when the devil offered her great power to slay her captors, nepharia was so desperate and broken that she didn’t even hesitate to agree. the devil laid his hand upon nepharia’s face, and she winced and yelped at the searing pain burning into her. as the devil pulls his hand away, she’s left with a mark in abyssal, saying that she is the property of ‘zymimor’ for the rest of eternity. after that moment, it was as if the fires of the hells coursed through nepharia’s veins, triggering her true form. she stood taller, her fangs and claws grew slightly longer, and wide, pale wings sprouted from her shoulder blades. she never knew she could do that, just as she never knew she was a cambion to begin with. for the first time in her entire life, she had power. but the devil made it a point not to tell nepharia about this until after she agreed to the deal, for she had the power to escape all along.

she hid within the wingless form she was used to until she could get theodor alone. she seduced him, almost eagerly, and now she knows what she could do. using an abundance of charm magic, she managed to convince theodor to take her out, away from the brothel, just the two of them. he of course brought a few guards along, but agreeing to it in the first place was everything she needed. he took her to an nice inn. and as she gave him her body, she drained every ounce of energy from his, absorbing his lifeforce into her until there was nothing left, and he was just a corpse beneath her. she escaped through the window afterwards, taking flight into the night, never to return.

for about a decade after escaping theodor and the brothel, nepharia enjoyed the power and the freedom. no one could fuck with her, she felt invincible -- like a god. but she was feral, and terrified of the men around her. in order to feel less afraid, she would make them afraid. zymimor, her patron, always had work for her, and in return made sure that she was well paid. there are few empires who know of the true nature of what nepharia is, and in those areas, she’s already assassinated many a king and dictator, emperor and ruler, with her abyssal body alone and her fiendish, deadly charm. zymimor eventually taught her how to travel to the abyss, where she is to bring back the souls of the men she kills for her patron to absorb.

recently, though, nepharia is getting... depressed. she fell in love with a man by the name of tomas, and that ended in brutal heartache and she hasn’t really been herself since. he was kind, and gentle, and he trusted her. her patron order her to kill him because he didn’t want her getting distracted, but also she thinks he was testing her, to see if she would obey him regardless of how difficult it might be. he called her feelings for him a weakness. she’s deeply sad, deeply broken, deeply conflicted and lost. she craves love, something she’s never felt once in her entire life, but she’s convinced that she doesn’t deserve it. not after everything she’s done. not when she kills the people she loves. she wants to believe she’s “free”, trying to convince herself every day that she’s not still a slave, afraid of the person who commands her. she knows love is something someone like her gets to feel. so she secludes herself, not allowing herself to get close to anyone, and just doing her job -- and doing it well -- it’s all she’s ever known.

* dossier . name. nepharia graylock. nicknames. she likes to be called neph, and would prefer her friends to call her that ( if she had friends ). race. half tiefling / half succubus. class & specialization. warlock ( the fiend ) / rouge. age. 40. gender & pronouns. cis female / she, her. orientation. pansexual. height in tiefling form. 5’6”. height in true, succubus form. 5’10”. hair. straight, light gray & silver, just below her shoulders. eyes. light gray - blue, almost white. complexion. her skin is almost colorless, a pale, gray color. she has a few patches of light freckles speckled upon her nose, shoulders, back, and hips. distinguishing features. she is marked in abyssal language upon the left side of her face, given to her by her patron as a symbol of ownership over her. true succubus form. in her true form, she stands a bit taller at 5’10”, and her claws grow longer and sharper. the whites of her eyes turn black, and the pupils become a bright, glowing white. her teeth come to a sharper point, and of course, she sprouts pale, fleshy wings with a span of four feet in each direction. piercings. she wears a silver hoop in the cartilage of her nose, a bull ring. alignment. between chaotic neutral & neutral evil, honestly.

* personality . nepharia gets through her life using dark humor to cope with her traumas, she’s heavily sarcastic and can be really mean and harsh most of the time. she’s not used to normal social interaction, and normally when she’s being talkative and charming, it’s because she feels like she needs to use her fiendish charms for survival. she uses it to gain advantage over someone, not when she’s genuinely interested in someone. she doesn’t let herself get close to people she actually likes, but if she did, she wouldn’t know what to do with herself. she’d probably be fighting a constant fight or flight with her own feelings.

killing people, especially powerful men, is just something she’s grown accustomed to. whether it be through her deadly seduction, or just the power her patron offers for the deed, she’s gotten good and has grown numb to both. it’s second nature to her now, but she likes to fantasize about a life where should live normally. settle down, fall in love, maybe start a family — but she knows it just isn’t in the cards for her. it can’t be. she’s used to violence and blood, however, a gentle touch and a kind word makes her cringe, as if she doesn’t deserve anything soft.

* quick backstory . nepharia was born into an extremely poor family, and her mother died giving birth to her. her father always hated her for this, and eventually sold nepharia to a powerful man who owned a tiefling brothel at the age of only sixteen. she also was born a pale, gray color, whereas both her mother and her father have crimson colored skin, her father always assumed her mother had been unfaithful to him, and also resented nepharia for this. nepharia is the name her mother would have chosen for her, had she survived the childbirth.

but it’s true, neph’s father isn’t her biological father, for neph’s mother was ravaged in the night while she was sleeping by an incubus, and thus nepharia was born. half tiefling, half succubus, though she wasn’t aware of this, not for many more years.

nepharia spent another decade under the abusive ownership of theodor, the owner of the brothel, forced to be with countless clients though never touching any of the coin made from her labor herself. eventually, people started to complain about feeling abnormally sluggish and weak after buying an evening with nepharia, and she was even the reason many warriors fell in battle -- after a single night with the succubus, the strongest of warriors could meet a bloody end. before too long, after enough complaints, nepharia was punished by being offered to the more -- rough -- clients of theodor, clients he always promised she wouldn’t have to deal with.

after weeks of brutality, neph started to get visited by a regular client at least once every other day. this customer never wanted sex, in fact, he only ever talked to her during their sessions, telling her that she was far more than just a tiefling to be beaten, used and discarded. this client revealed himself to be a devil, residing in the depths of the nine hells deep in the abyss, and he craved the lifeforce of rich and powerful men in the mortal realm, but retrieving their souls was difficult. but it wouldn’t be for nepharia, all she had to do was what she’s been doing since she was a young teenage girl.

when the devil offered her great power to slay her captors, to kill theodor and everyone that ever hurt her, nepharia was so desperate and broken that she didn’t even hesitate to agree. the devil laid his hand upon nepharia’s face, and she winced and yelped at the searing pain burning into her. as the devil pulls his hand away, she’s left with a mark in abyssal, saying that she is the property of ‘zymimor’ for the rest of eternity.

after that moment, it was as if the fires of the hells coursed through nepharia’s veins, triggering her true form. she stood taller, her fangs and claws grew slightly longer, and gray, pale wings sprouted from her shoulder blades. she never knew she could do that, just as she never knew she was a succubus to begin with. for the first time in her entire life, she had power. she hid within the wingless form she was used to until she could get theodor alone. she seduced him, almost eagerly, and now she knows what she could do. as she gave him her body, she drained every ounce of energy from his, absorbing his lifeforce into her until there was nothing left, and he was just a corpse beneath her. she made sure to spread her wings in his last moments, so he could see what she really was, and the creature he made the mistake of fucking with. the devil offered her knowledge of the power she already had, and also the power to slaughter the rest of the men inside of the brothel with the magic she never had before.

for about four to five years after escaping theodor and the brothel, nepharia enjoyed the power she was given in the beginning. no one could fuck with her, she felt invincible -- like a god. zymimor, her patron, always had work for her, and in return made sure that she was well paid. there are few empires who know of the true nature of what nepharia is, and in those areas, she’s already assassinated many a king and dictator, emperor and ruler, with her abyssal body alone and her fiendish, deadly charm. zymimor eventually taught her how to travel to the abyss, where she is to bring back the souls of the men she kills for her patron to absorb.

recently, though, nepharia is getting... depressed. sometimes, she feels like the only thing she’s good for is fucking men to death, and how many of them actually deserved it? some of them treated her rather well, but she had her orders. she fell in love with one of her targets once, and that ended in brutal, bloody heartache and she hasn’t really been herself since. she’s deeply sad, deeply broken, deeply conflicted and lost. she craves love, something she’s never felt once in her entire life, but she’s convinced that she doesn’t deserve it. not after everything she’s done. not when she kills the people she loves. she wants to believe she’s “free”, trying to convince herself every day that she’s not still a slave, afraid of the person who commands her. she knows love is something someone like her gets to feel. so she secludes herself, not allowing herself to get close to anyone, and just doing her job -- and doing it well -- it’s all she’s ever known.

then, after years of her only regular social interations being when she’s on a job and trying to seduce the victims of her patron, the nautiloid wreaks havoc on a small town she keeps to herself in, taken right out of her home in the middle of the night…

* other / misc info . nepharia hides the fact that she’s a succubus from everyone she meets, not wanting to be treated differently for what she is, she sees enough racism simply existing as a tiefling.

more tba.

* half - illithid verse / act iii. the fight with ketheric thorm was hard, and neph barely made it out alive. she gave it everything she had, including her wings. she fought the battle in her truest form, and the apostle of myrkul snatched her out of the air, ripping off her wings before throwing her into a wall. she believes her fury, the mourning of something precious to her, is what got her through the rest. the raw power of her anger was just enough to defeat ketheric, plus the help of her mighty companions.

nepharia’s wings were special to her. the look on people’s faces when she would shift into her truest form, the power she felt, the intimidated murmurs she received. the freedom of being able to fly was unlike any other. when the emperor offers nepharia the special tadpole, she’s hesitant, but it doesn’t even take an entire day for her to decide to consume it. she knows the horrors of what they are facing, and she knows she’s going to need all of the power she can get if she’s going to survive. but she doesn’t just want to survive. she wants control. if nepharia can control the elder brain, then she doesn’t have to worry about anyone ever again. no man, no devil, no god would be able to touch her ever again.

* dossier . name. nepharia graylock. nicknames. she likes to be called neph, and would prefer her friends to call her that ( if she had friends ). race. half tiefling / half succubus. class & specialization. warlock ( the fiend ) / rouge. age. 40. gender & pronouns. cis female / she, her. orientation. pansexual. height in tiefling form. 5’8”. height in true, succubus form. 5’10”. hair. straight, light gray & silver, just below her shoulders. eyes. light gray - blue, almost white. complexion. her skin is almost colorless, a pale, gray color. she has a few patches of light freckles speckled upon her nose, shoulders, back, and hips. distinguishing features. she is marked in abyssal language upon the left side of her face, given to her by her patron as a symbol of ownership over her. true succubus form. in her true form, she stands a bit taller at 5’10”, and her claws grow longer and sharper. the whites of her eyes turn black, and the pupils become a bright, glowing white. her teeth come to a sharper point, and of course, she sprouts pale, fleshy wings with a span of four feet in each direction. piercings. she wears a silver hoop in the cartilage of her nose, a bull ring. alignment. between chaotic neutral & neutral evil, honestly.

* personality . nepharia gets through her life using dark humor to cope with her traumas, she’s heavily sarcastic and can be really mean and harsh most of the time. she’s not used to normal social interaction, and normally when she’s being talkative and charming, it’s because she feels like she needs to use her fiendish charms for survival. she uses it to gain advantage over someone, not when she’s genuinely interested in someone. she doesn’t let herself get close to people she actually likes, but if she did, she wouldn’t know what to do with herself. she’d probably be fighting a constant fight or flight with her own feelings.

killing people, especially powerful men, is just something she’s grown accustomed to. whether it be through her deadly seduction, or just the power her patron offers for the deed, she’s gotten good and has grown numb to both. it’s second nature to her now, but she likes to fantasize about a life where should live normally. settle down, fall in love, maybe start a family — but she knows it just isn’t in the cards for her. it can’t be. she’s used to violence and blood, however, a gentle touch and a kind word makes her cringe, as if she doesn’t deserve anything soft.

* quick backstory . nepharia was born into an extremely poor family, and her mother died giving birth to her. her father always hated her for this, and eventually sold nepharia to a powerful man who owned a tiefling brothel at the age of only sixteen. she also was born a pale, gray color, whereas both her mother and her father have crimson colored skin, her father always assumed her mother had been unfaithful to him, and also resented nepharia for this. nepharia is the name her mother would have chosen for her, had she survived the childbirth.

but it’s true, neph’s father isn’t her biological father, for neph’s mother was ravaged in the night while she was sleeping by an incubus, and thus nepharia was born. half tiefling, half succubus, though she wasn’t aware of this, not for many more years.

nepharia spent another decade under the abusive ownership of theodor, the owner of the brothel, forced to be with countless clients though never touching any of the coin made from her labor herself. eventually, people started to complain about feeling abnormally sluggish and weak after buying an evening with nepharia, and she was even the reason many warriors fell in battle -- after a single night with the succubus, the strongest of warriors could meet a bloody end. before too long, after enough complaints, nepharia was punished by being offered to the more -- rough -- clients of theodor, clients he always promised she wouldn’t have to deal with.

after weeks of brutality, neph started to get visited by a regular client at least once every other day. this customer never wanted sex, in fact, he only ever talked to her during their sessions, telling her that she was far more than just a tiefling to be beaten, used and discarded. this client revealed himself to be a devil, residing in the depths of the nine hells deep in the abyss, and he craved the lifeforce of rich and powerful men in the mortal realm, but retrieving their souls was difficult. but it wouldn’t be for nepharia, all she had to do was what she’s been doing since she was a young teenage girl.

when the devil offered her great power to slay her captors, to kill theodor and everyone that ever hurt her, nepharia was so desperate and broken that she didn’t even hesitate to agree. the devil laid his hand upon nepharia’s face, and she winced and yelped at the searing pain burning into her. as the devil pulls his hand away, she’s left with a mark in abyssal, saying that she is the property of ‘zymimor’ for the rest of eternity.

after that moment, it was as if the fires of the hells coursed through nepharia’s veins, triggering her true form. she stood taller, her fangs and claws grew slightly longer, and gray, pale wings sprouted from her shoulder blades. she never knew she could do that, just as she never knew she was a succubus to begin with. for the first time in her entire life, she had power. she hid within the wingless form she was used to until she could get theodor alone. she seduced him, almost eagerly, and now she knows what she could do. as she gave him her body, she drained every ounce of energy from his, absorbing his lifeforce into her until there was nothing left, and he was just a corpse beneath her. she made sure to spread her wings in his last moments, so he could see what she really was, and the creature he made the mistake of fucking with. the devil offered her knowledge of the power she already had, and also the power to slaughter the rest of the men inside of the brothel with the magic she never had before.

for about four to five years after escaping theodor and the brothel, nepharia enjoyed the power she was given in the beginning. no one could fuck with her, she felt invincible -- like a god. zymimor, her patron, always had work for her, and in return made sure that she was well paid. there are few empires who know of the true nature of what nepharia is, and in those areas, she’s already assassinated many a king and dictator, emperor and ruler, with her abyssal body alone and her fiendish, deadly charm. zymimor eventually taught her how to travel to the abyss, where she is to bring back the souls of the men she kills for her patron to absorb.

recently, though, nepharia is getting... depressed. sometimes, she feels like the only thing she’s good for is fucking men to death, and how many of them actually deserved it? some of them treated her rather well, but she had her orders. she fell in love with one of her targets once, and that ended in brutal, bloody heartache and she hasn’t really been herself since. she’s deeply sad, deeply broken, deeply conflicted and lost. she craves love, something she’s never felt once in her entire life, but she’s convinced that she doesn’t deserve it. not after everything she’s done. not when she kills the people she loves. she wants to believe she’s “free”, trying to convince herself every day that she’s not still a slave, afraid of the person who commands her. she knows love is something someone like her gets to feel. so she secludes herself, not allowing herself to get close to anyone, and just doing her job -- and doing it well -- it’s all she’s ever known.

then, after years of her only regular social interations being when she’s on a job and trying to seduce the victims of her patron, the nautiloid wreaks havoc on a small town she keeps to herself in, taken right out of her home in the middle of the night…

* other / misc info . nepharia hides the fact that she’s a succubus from everyone she meets, not wanting to be treated differently for what she is, she sees enough racism simply existing as a tiefling.

more tba.

* half - illithid verse / act iii. the fight with ketheric thorm was hard, and neph barely made it out alive. she gave it everything she had, including her wings. she fought the battle in her truest form, and the apostle of myrkul snatched her out of the air, ripping off her wings before throwing her into a wall. she believes her fury, the mourning of something precious to her, is what got her through the rest. the raw power of her anger was just enough to defeat ketheric, plus the help of her mighty companions.

nepharia’s wings were special to her. the look on people’s faces when she would shift into her truest form, the power she felt, the intimidated murmurs she received. the freedom of being able to fly was unlike any other. when the emperor offers nepharia the special tadpole, she’s hesitant, but it doesn’t even take an entire day for her to decide to consume it. she knows the horrors of what they are facing, and she knows she’s going to need all of the power she can get if she’s going to survive. but she doesn’t just want to survive. she wants control. if nepharia can control the elder brain, then she doesn’t have to worry about anyone ever again. no man, no devil, no god would be able to touch her ever again.

about. sharess ( pronounced: SHAH-ress ) known in the Mulhorandi pantheon as Bast, was the Faerûnian goddess of festhalls, hedonism, and sensual fulfillment. Passionate and willful, The Dancing Lady had the independent and hedonistic temperament of a feline, and encouraged her followers to spread pleasure to all. Sharess was an innate flirt and loved toying around with beautiful mortals; once she had her fill, she swiftly moved on to other sources of pleasure.

As Bast, she opposed the evil Set along with the other good-aligned gods of that nation. She had a close relationship with Nobanion, who shared her interest in felines, though Sharess did as much to annoy him as she did to entice him. She also had a romantic relationship with Anhur, though their opinion of each other varied wildly from absolute love to indifference depending on how many fights they had. As Sharess, she was an ally of Selûne, Sune, Milil, Hanali Celanil, and Lliira, and she opposed both Loviatar and Shar, the latter of which never forgot that Sharess escaped from her clutches.

The Church of Sharess was of casual nature, and her clergy were responsible for the running of many festhalls found throughout large cities in Faerûn. These festhalls sought to indulge every pleasure imaginable. Privately owned festhalls usually employed at least one or two Sharessan clerics. These festhalls cater to all the senses and include fantastic feasts, heavenly baths and massages, and every other pleasure imaginable. Wealthy festhalls often employ one or two mid-level Sharessan, and some Sharessan wander the countryside with Sharess’s blessing seeking new pleasing sensations to add to their repertoire.

The Church of Sharess probably celebrated the most festivals out of all the faiths of Faerûn. These revels were known collectively as the Endless Revels of Life. Even daily events, such as the rising and setting of the sun, presented a chance for Sharessans to revel. Their most beloved festival was the Midsummer's Eve festival, where the pursuit of pleasure had no boundary.

Sharess didn't have any orders as such, but a group of werecats devoted to both her and Selûne, and calling themselves the Eyes of the Evening, hunted down Sharran cultists on nights of the full moon.

Sharess was originally known as Bast, a Mulhorandi power who was the patroness of cats, and Anhur's lieutenant. During the Second Mulhorandi Empire (beginning −1048 DR), she subsumed the portfolio of Felidae, a beast cult deity of felines, nomads, and sensual pleasure. Struck by wanderlust, Bast traveled across Faerûn leaving many cults in her wake. During these travels, she also subsumed the divinity of Zandilar the Dancer, a goddess of the Yuir elves, gaining that goddess' portfolio of intense passionate love.

After Myth Drannor fell, she began to experiment with the darker side of pleasure and fell under the sway of Shar, and became known as Sharess. During the Time of Troubles, Sune freed Sharess from Shar's influence, when the latter tried to assassinate Sharess, as she had Ibrandul due to her reluctance to be completely dominated by the goddess of shadow. Sune doused Sharess with a chalice filled with waters from Arvandor's Evergold that restored Sharess' beauty and willpower, giving her the will and the edge to rebel against her mistress.

After that, Sharess spent much of her time in Arvandor, frolicking and pursuing pleasure in all of its forms, despite the warnings of her deific allies and the offers made by Shar, and guarding herself from Loviatar.

dossier. current name. sharess. previous name. bast. title(s): the dancing lady, the festhall madam, the lustful mistress, feline of felicity, succubus of sensation, mother of cats, foe of set. power level. demigod. alignment. chaotic good. status. immortal. symbol. cats. appearance. normally, she appears as a beautiful, maturely aged human, mortal female, around mid to late forties. the hair changes from dark to light, whatever she’s really feeling in the moment, really. the only thing separating her from mortal humans is her golden cat eyes. in her true form, her body looks about the same, same full curves, stunning figure. but she has the head of a black cat, same golden eyes. she stands at 5’9”. personality. sharess adores being around mortals, for the most part. she enjoys experiencing all of the big emotions. she lives for their lust, their greed, their gluttony, their sin, their joy, their deepest pleasures. you can find her crashing big celebrations to bless it with her presence, spreading ecstasy and delight throughout. she’s quite charming, and easily excitable, a shameless flirt — she will flirt with anyone and anything.

baldur’s gate 3. so this part is still being fleshed out, but for plotting purposes, i figure sharess will be one of the characters you can have help you in your fight against the elder brain and she hangs around your camp like isobel and dame aylin.

headcanons. one. in a fight, claw bracers are her weapons of choice. she can manipulate peoples’ emotions and can lower multiple enemies armor class at once, and make concentrating on spells almost impossible. she’s good at weakening defenses. she can also teleport in short, fast bursts, and her dexterity score is unbelievably high. incredibly fast, nimble and flexible.

two. she greets all mortals she meets with a tender kiss on the lips or the forehead, not in a sexual manner, just because she loves mortals so much, she finds them to be adorable and fascinating and she wants to bless each and every once of them with her influence.

about. sharess ( pronounced: SHAH-ress ) known in the Mulhorandi pantheon as Bast, was the Faerûnian goddess of festhalls, hedonism, and sensual fulfillment. Passionate and willful, The Dancing Lady had the independent and hedonistic temperament of a feline, and encouraged her followers to spread pleasure to all. Sharess was an innate flirt and loved toying around with beautiful mortals; once she had her fill, she swiftly moved on to other sources of pleasure.

As Bast, she opposed the evil Set along with the other good-aligned gods of that nation. She had a close relationship with Nobanion, who shared her interest in felines, though Sharess did as much to annoy him as she did to entice him. She also had a romantic relationship with Anhur, though their opinion of each other varied wildly from absolute love to indifference depending on how many fights they had. As Sharess, she was an ally of Selûne, Sune, Milil, Hanali Celanil, and Lliira, and she opposed both Loviatar and Shar, the latter of which never forgot that Sharess escaped from her clutches.

The Church of Sharess was of casual nature, and her clergy were responsible for the running of many festhalls found throughout large cities in Faerûn. These festhalls sought to indulge every pleasure imaginable. Privately owned festhalls usually employed at least one or two Sharessan clerics. These festhalls cater to all the senses and include fantastic feasts, heavenly baths and massages, and every other pleasure imaginable. Wealthy festhalls often employ one or two mid-level Sharessan, and some Sharessan wander the countryside with Sharess’s blessing seeking new pleasing sensations to add to their repertoire.

The Church of Sharess probably celebrated the most festivals out of all the faiths of Faerûn. These revels were known collectively as the Endless Revels of Life. Even daily events, such as the rising and setting of the sun, presented a chance for Sharessans to revel. Their most beloved festival was the Midsummer's Eve festival, where the pursuit of pleasure had no boundary.

Sharess didn't have any orders as such, but a group of werecats devoted to both her and Selûne, and calling themselves the Eyes of the Evening, hunted down Sharran cultists on nights of the full moon.

Sharess was originally known as Bast, a Mulhorandi power who was the patroness of cats, and Anhur's lieutenant. During the Second Mulhorandi Empire (beginning −1048 DR), she subsumed the portfolio of Felidae, a beast cult deity of felines, nomads, and sensual pleasure. Struck by wanderlust, Bast traveled across Faerûn leaving many cults in her wake. During these travels, she also subsumed the divinity of Zandilar the Dancer, a goddess of the Yuir elves, gaining that goddess' portfolio of intense passionate love.

After Myth Drannor fell, she began to experiment with the darker side of pleasure and fell under the sway of Shar, and became known as Sharess. During the Time of Troubles, Sune freed Sharess from Shar's influence, when the latter tried to assassinate Sharess, as she had Ibrandul due to her reluctance to be completely dominated by the goddess of shadow. Sune doused Sharess with a chalice filled with waters from Arvandor's Evergold that restored Sharess' beauty and willpower, giving her the will and the edge to rebel against her mistress.

After that, Sharess spent much of her time in Arvandor, frolicking and pursuing pleasure in all of its forms, despite the warnings of her deific allies and the offers made by Shar, and guarding herself from Loviatar.

dossier. current name. sharess. previous name. bast. title(s): the dancing lady, the festhall madam, the lustful mistress, feline of felicity, succubus of sensation, mother of cats, foe of set. power level. demigod. alignment. chaotic good. status. immortal. symbol. cats. appearance. normally, she appears as a beautiful, maturely aged human, mortal female, around mid to late forties. the hair changes from dark to light, whatever she’s really feeling in the moment, really. the only thing separating her from mortal humans is her golden cat eyes. in her true form, her body looks about the same, same full curves, stunning figure. but she has the head of a black cat, same golden eyes. she stands at 5’9”. personality. sharess adores being around mortals, for the most part. she enjoys experiencing all of the big emotions. she lives for their lust, their greed, their gluttony, their sin, their joy, their deepest pleasures. you can find her crashing big celebrations to bless it with her presence, spreading ecstasy and delight throughout. she’s quite charming, and easily excitable, a shameless flirt — she will flirt with anyone and anything.

baldur’s gate 3. so this part is still being fleshed out, but for plotting purposes, i figure sharess will be one of the characters you can have help you in your fight against the elder brain and she hangs around your camp like isobel and dame aylin.

headcanons. one. in a fight, claw bracers are her weapons of choice. she can manipulate peoples’ emotions and can lower multiple enemies armor class at once, and make concentrating on spells almost impossible. she’s good at weakening defenses. she can also teleport in short, fast bursts, and her dexterity score is unbelievably high. incredibly fast, nimble and flexible.

about. sharess ( pronounced: SHAH-ress ) known in the Mulhorandi pantheon as Bast, was the Faerûnian goddess of festhalls, hedonism, and sensual fulfillment. Passionate and willful, The Dancing Lady had the independent and hedonistic temperament of a feline, and encouraged her followers to spread pleasure to all. Sharess was an innate flirt and loved toying around with beautiful mortals; once she had her fill, she swiftly moved on to other sources of pleasure.

As Bast, she opposed the evil Set along with the other good-aligned gods of that nation. She had a close relationship with Nobanion, who shared her interest in felines, though Sharess did as much to annoy him as she did to entice him. She also had a romantic relationship with Anhur, though their opinion of each other varied wildly from absolute love to indifference depending on how many fights they had. As Sharess, she was an ally of Selûne, Sune, Milil, Hanali Celanil, and Lliira, and she opposed both Loviatar and Shar, the latter of which never forgot that Sharess escaped from her clutches.

The Church of Sharess was of casual nature, and her clergy were responsible for the running of many festhalls found throughout large cities in Faerûn. These festhalls sought to indulge every pleasure imaginable. Privately owned festhalls usually employed at least one or two Sharessan clerics. These festhalls cater to all the senses and include fantastic feasts, heavenly baths and massages, and every other pleasure imaginable. Wealthy festhalls often employ one or two mid-level Sharessan, and some Sharessan wander the countryside with Sharess’s blessing seeking new pleasing sensations to add to their repertoire.

The Church of Sharess probably celebrated the most festivals out of all the faiths of Faerûn. These revels were known collectively as the Endless Revels of Life. Even daily events, such as the rising and setting of the sun, presented a chance for Sharessans to revel. Their most beloved festival was the Midsummer's Eve festival, where the pursuit of pleasure had no boundary.

Sharess didn't have any orders as such, but a group of werecats devoted to both her and Selûne, and calling themselves the Eyes of the Evening, hunted down Sharran cultists on nights of the full moon.

Sharess was originally known as Bast, a Mulhorandi power who was the patroness of cats, and Anhur's lieutenant. During the Second Mulhorandi Empire (beginning −1048 DR), she subsumed the portfolio of Felidae, a beast cult deity of felines, nomads, and sensual pleasure. Struck by wanderlust, Bast traveled across Faerûn leaving many cults in her wake. During these travels, she also subsumed the divinity of Zandilar the Dancer, a goddess of the Yuir elves, gaining that goddess' portfolio of intense passionate love.

After Myth Drannor fell, she began to experiment with the darker side of pleasure and fell under the sway of Shar, and became known as Sharess. During the Time of Troubles, Sune freed Sharess from Shar's influence, when the latter tried to assassinate Sharess, as she had Ibrandul due to her reluctance to be completely dominated by the goddess of shadow. Sune doused Sharess with a chalice filled with waters from Arvandor's Evergold that restored Sharess' beauty and willpower, giving her the will and the edge to rebel against her mistress.

After that, Sharess spent much of her time in Arvandor, frolicking and pursuing pleasure in all of its forms, despite the warnings of her deific allies and the offers made by Shar, and guarding herself from Loviatar.

dossier. current name. sharess. previous name. bast. title(s): the dancing lady, the festhall madam, the lustful mistress, feline of felicity, succubus of sensation, mother of cats, foe of set. power level. demigod. alignment. chaotic good. status. immortal. symbol. cats. appearance. normally, she appears as a beautiful, maturely aged human, mortal female, around mid to late forties. the hair changes from dark to light, whatever she’s really feeling in the moment, really. the only thing separating her from mortal humans is her golden cat eyes. in her true form, her body looks about the same, same full curves, stunning figure. but she has the head of a black cat, same golden eyes. personality. sharess adores being around mortals, for the most part. she enjoys experiencing all of the big emotions. she lives for their lust, their greed, their gluttony, their sin, their joy, their deepest pleasures. you can find her crashing big celebrations to bless it with her presence, spreading ecstasy and delight throughout. she’s quite charming, and easily excitable, a shameless flirt — she will flirt with anyone and anything.

baldur’s gate 3. so this part is still being fleshed out, but for plotting purposes, i figure sharess will be one of the characters you can have help you in your fight against the elder brain and she hangs around your camp like isobel and dame aylin.

headcanons. one. in a fight, claw bracers are her weapons of choice. she can manipulate peoples’ emotions and can lower multiple enemies armor class at once, and make concentrating on spells almost impossible. she’s good at weakening defenses. she can also teleport in short, fast bursts, and her dexterity score is unbelievably high. incredibly fast, nimble and flexible.

about. sharess ( pronounced: SHAH-ress ) known in the Mulhorandi pantheon as Bast, was the Faerûnian goddess of festhalls, hedonism, and sensual fulfillment. Passionate and willful, The Dancing Lady had the independent and hedonistic temperament of a feline, and encouraged her followers to spread pleasure to all. Sharess was an innate flirt and loved toying around with beautiful mortals; once she had her fill, she swiftly moved on to other sources of pleasure.

As Bast, she opposed the evil Set along with the other good-aligned gods of that nation. She had a close relationship with Nobanion, who shared her interest in felines, though Sharess did as much to annoy him as she did to entice him. She also had a romantic relationship with Anhur, though their opinion of each other varied wildly from absolute love to indifference depending on how many fights they had. As Sharess, she was an ally of Selûne, Sune, Milil, Hanali Celanil, and Lliira, and she opposed both Loviatar and Shar, the latter of which never forgot that Sharess escaped from her clutches.

The Church of Sharess was of casual nature, and her clergy were responsible for the running of many festhalls found throughout large cities in Faerûn. These festhalls sought to indulge every pleasure imaginable. Privately owned festhalls usually employed at least one or two Sharessan clerics.

The Church of Sharess probably celebrated the most festivals out of all the faiths of Faerûn. These revels were known collectively as the Endless Revels of Life. Even daily events, such as the rising and setting of the sun, presented a chance for Sharessans to revel. Their most beloved festival was the Midsummer's Eve festival, where the pursuit of pleasure had no boundary.

Sharess didn't have any orders as such, but a group of werecats devoted to both her and Selûne, and calling themselves the Eyes of the Evening, hunted down Sharran cultists on nights of the full moon.

Sharess was originally known as Bast, a Mulhorandi power who was the patroness of cats, and Anhur's lieutenant. During the Second Mulhorandi Empire (beginning −1048 DR), she subsumed the portfolio of Felidae, a beast cult deity of felines, nomads, and sensual pleasure. Struck by wanderlust, Bast traveled across Faerûn leaving many cults in her wake. During these travels, she also subsumed the divinity of Zandilar the Dancer, a goddess of the Yuir elves, gaining that goddess' portfolio of intense passionate love.

After Myth Drannor fell, she began to experiment with the darker side of pleasure and fell under the sway of Shar, and became known as Sharess. During the Time of Troubles, Sune freed Sharess from Shar's influence, when the latter tried to assassinate Sharess, as she had Ibrandul due to her reluctance to be completely dominated by the goddess of shadow. Sune doused Sharess with a chalice filled with waters from Arvandor's Evergold that restored Sharess' beauty and willpower, giving her the will and the edge to rebel against her mistress.

After that, Sharess spent much of her time in Arvandor, frolicking and pursuing pleasure in all of its forms, despite the warnings of her deific allies and the offers made by Shar, and guarding herself from Loviatar.

dossier. current name. sharess. previous name. bast. title(s): the dancing lady, the festhall madam, the lustful mistress, feline of felicity, succubus of sensation, mother of cats, foe of set. power level. demigod. alignment. chaotic good. status. immortal. symbol. cats. appearance. normally, she appears as a beautiful, maturely aged human, mortal female, around mid to late forties. the hair changes from dark to light, whatever she’s really feeling in the moment, really. the only thing separating her from mortal humans is her golden cat eyes. in her true form, her body looks about the same, same full curves, stunning figure. but she has the head of a black cat, same golden eyes. personality. sharess adores being around mortals, for the most part. she enjoys experiencing all of the big emotions. she lives for their lust, their greed, their gluttony, their sin, their joy, their deepest pleasures. you can find her crashing big celebrations to bless it with her presence, spreading ecstasy and delight throughout. she’s quite charming, and easily excitable, a shameless flirt — she will flirt with anyone and anything.