* BARDIC INSPIRATION: does my violin bow count as a finesse weapon? i think it does.
independent, selective, mutuals-only custom origin SYLFINE of Baldur's Gate 3, as portrayed by MINTY ( 30 | she/her | CST ). please read rules below before interacting.
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one moment, nepharia had just finished consulting with a fellow true soul, the drow, minthara, about the cambion using the prisonerâs scent to sniff out the location of the grove that way. in fact, she was about to take off to do just that, when the next moment she suddenly found herselfâ slightly befuddled? the voice of the absolute was abruptly silenced, and that pull of the most intense devotion to anything sheâs ever felt was severed. it doesnât take her very long to realize that someone, something, was fucking with her. she would have never forsaken her own life, her own eternal soul, on the whim of some god. the only person nepharia has ever worshipped as been herself, and she quickly makes the connection to the tadpoles. the fucking mind flayers. whatever parasite they infected her with had to be the culprit.
she doesnât have much time to process her next steps before being approached by the strangest group of people, who she quickly dismisses. adventurers. do - gooders. she doesnât have time, for sheâs going to be turned into one of those grotesque, tentacled freaks any day now. as the girl continues on about secrets and treasures, the cambion can feel her impatience building the pressure within her frantic chest.
hells, it fucking stinks here, sheâs surrounded by disgusting goblins and cult members, â listen, iâm going to be frank with youâ iâm having the worst fucking week, and i donât have time forâ â before she is able to finish, her words are cut short by the connection of the tadpoles amongst the strangers before her.
she sees images of the strange artefact, and the nature of what it does, how it keeps the absolute from taking control of an infected personâs mind. flashes of the nautiloid, each of these strangers aboard the same as her. and then, the connection is gone as abruptly as is came, and she looks at the adventurers before her with fresh, glowing eyes. her leathery wings give a small, approving flap behind her as she takes a step closer to the half - elf, gazing down upon her, â so⌠another true soul, â the words leave the smirk on her lips, letting her voice grow a bit quieter as she glances around to be sure none of the goblins are eavesdropping, â tell me everything you know about this fucking cult, and iâll help you kill them allâ no one fucks with my mind and lives. â
Given that the devil was in such a foul mood, Sylfine should have counted herself lucky that she wanted to be left alone. She really shouldn't have pushed it, but it was a bad habit of hers; she might have dropped it at being dismissed, were it not for the tadpole connection the two shared. It only gave Sylfine a small glimpse: flashes here and there of cult activities and interrogations in efforts to find the druid grove-- the very one that Sylfine once called home.
As the visions faded, she rolled out her shoulders and squared her jaw. Even if the grove wasn't home anymore, she wasn't about to let harm come to what was left of her family.
Her nerves flashed through her as the cambion looked pleased by what she'd seen of Sylfine's mind. However, it wasn't the grove that came up next in their conversations. The devil had revealed herself to be as much a victim of the infection as she was herself-- and willing to fight back against it. Sylfine sighed with relief.
"Honestly? Not much, yet," she confessed. "I came here so I could get this damn tadpole out. There's a captive here, a druid, who might be able to help; he should know more about it than I do. I've been told he's been studying the worms and watching the cult's movements."
There couldn't be much harm in revealing what little she knew at this point, anyway, if the other end of the deal was to slaughter the cultists. The whole 'Absolute' thing rubbed her the wrong way, and the fact that it involved mind flayers left a foul taste in her mouth.Â
"His name's Halsin. You wouldn't happen to have seen him around here, would you?"
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listen i will never make you ship with me except yang, who is stuck with me but i can't get over how cute this kiss is???? like she's on her tiptoes and i just think that's adorable as fuck!!!
âNo, I donât wanna do a good deed and I donât want to talk to you.â ( idk this one made me giggle lmao )
"Wait, wait-- I never said anything about a good deed." A pack of adventurers, at a goblin camp? Though it would have seemed like something mildly to moderately heroic, killing goblins wasn't the main reason for her presence there. "I mean, yes, the goblins may have prisoners that may end up finding a way home if I were to clear out the place, but..."
The devil was a curious presence. What business would a devil have at a goblin camp? Sylfine crossed her arms and insisted on continuing the conversation. "But I was more interested in learning what secrets were hiding here. Heard there was treasure, too."
The easiest way to negotiate was with a bribe, and devils loved to bargain.
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you think iâm dressed up for your messed up, predatory games. but i assure you, this isnât for youâ i always look this way. iâll take a drink if you play, but you better run away, iâm a monster with a pretty face . ââ
this is an independent & selective roleplay blog for nepharia graylock, an original character loosely based around the âtavâ player character in baldurâs gate 3 ( but is mostly played as a companion character ). cambion, half tiefling / half succubus. chaotic evil. multi - classed as a rogue warlock. this blog will contain a multitude of triggering and mature content ( mentions of sexual violence & trauma, heavy violence, gore, sexual content, strong language ), so please be at least twenty - one before interacting, preferably twenty - five. more information beneath the cut. fervently adored by nyx, 30.
* dossier . name. nepharia graylock. nicknames. if she had friends, theyâd 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. 5â6â. height in demon form. 5â10â. 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 5â10â, 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. alt. faceclaim. samara weaving.
cambion / succubus abilities. as a succubus, nepharia can kill with sexual intercourse, but she can also choose not to if she is so inclinedâ 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 nephariaâs 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 desiredâ 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 canât do it more than once per day without a full rest. telekinesis.
* 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 seedâ 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 wouldnât 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 wouldnât be for nepharia, all she had to do was what sheâs 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 didnât even hesitate to agree. the devil laid his hand upon nephariaâs face, and she winced and yelped at the searing pain burning into her. as the devil pulls his hand away, sheâs left with a mark in abyssal, saying that she is the property of âzymimorâ for the rest of eternity. after that moment, it was as if the fires of the hells coursed through nephariaâs 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, sheâs 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 hasnât really been herself since. he was kind, and gentle, and he trusted her. her patron order her to kill him because he didnât 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. sheâs deeply sad, deeply broken, deeply conflicted and lost. she craves love, something sheâs never felt once in her entire life, but sheâs convinced that she doesnât deserve it. not after everything sheâs done. not when she kills the people she loves. she wants to believe sheâs âfreeâ, trying to convince herself every day that sheâs 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 -- itâs all sheâs ever known.
then, after years of her only regular social interations being when sheâs trying to seduce her prey, the nautiloid wreaks havoc outside of baldurâs gate where she is abducted in the middle of a hunt for her patron, a hunt to seduce and kill a man by the name of enver gortash. nepharia hides the fact that sheâs a cambion from everyone in the party, as she needs these people to trust her so that she has a chance of surviving the tadpole, which makes her feel far less capable in combat in the beginning.
* companion character information .
nephâs whole thing is that she has to fuck and kill powerful people for their souls and deliver those souls to her patron ( this crazy old, super powerful incubus ). her patron promises to free her soul if she fulfills their deal and hunts for him, never failing until the day she dies ( and she canât kill herself to try and get out of it that way ). she is unaware that her patron is actually her birth father, an incubus who has been conceiving cambion children all over the realms for centuries to locate them at their lowest points, convince them to sell their souls, and then make them deliver souls to him in mass. he wants to use this mass of raw power to ascend to some sort of godhood. her quest in the very beginning is to locate, hunt and kill gortash on her patronâs orders, and sheâs abducted by the nautiloid close to baldurâs gate.
neph still meets at the very least laeâzel on the nautiloid and gets the daunting information that sheâs gonna be turned into a mind flayer in a matter of days, so obviously sheâs fucking freaked. after the crash, she just assumes she flies to safety ( she can shift from her tiefling from to her winged cambion form ) and couldnât remember doing so. she doesnât know where she is or what to do, the only thing she can think to do in her panic is to try and complete her quest within the days she has left and deliver the soul to her patron so that he might help her. so, she flies away from the crash site and gets out of range of the artefact and falls under the influence of the absolute.
and itâs as though she just knew what she needed to do. she found herself at the goblin camp, completely forgoing her patronâs quest. in her mind, it didnât matter anymore. she was perfect. she was needed now for far more important things, things that would make her far more powerful within the embrace of the absolute. nepharia can be found by the others here, as just another true soul boss, and she probably wouldnât be hiding her demon form. i imagine she would be helping minthara try to get information about the grove, torturing that one guy way better than the goblins were ( dude wasnât even missing any body parts lmao ).
however, when the others do come and she is in range of the artefact again, she is going to immediately have questions for whoever questions her. she would have learned at this point that she can use the tadpoles to poke into other peoplesâ heads and man does she use that a lot. itâs a thing she practically abuses and doesnât get better about for a long time. she would probably immediately do just that with the group, probing them for anything they might know. she would recognize immediately that her insane devotion to the absolute wasnât of her own volition, sheâs never worshiped anything but herself. she would never forsake her life, or her eternal soul, for some god. i guess it would be up to the player to decide whether or not they trust a devil to join them ( but sheâs hella powerful as a cambion, and her demon form shreds lol ), and she would no doubt demonstrate just how useful she can be, helping them fight their way through goblins and true souls to free halsin for answers.
her main goal throughout the game is to get to baldurâs gate, because she still has a quest to complete for her patron, but that changes later once she finds out the truth about her patron. i mean, sheâll still kill gortash and the others, but not for her patron. she could go one of two ways, though:
thereâs the evil path. she takes the stones for herself, dominates the elder brain and takes over the world with enough power to kill her patron and free herself. iâve done this way and can do this way, for sure, but as much as it fits her chaotic evil vibe, i want the best for my demon baby <3
i like the idea of neph slowly developing her mortal empathy throughout the events of the game as she develops a bond with the people around her. this would be the first time sheâs ever allowed herself to become close to other people, and she would be reluctant to let herself see them as people at first. normally, neph only sees mortals as things to play with, use, and discard when sheâs finished, but she also never really was shown any other way to be. she was raised with any sort of love, guidance or support. speaking of, her other in-game quests even if she doesnât go the evil route would be to 1. kill her father ( the man who sold her to a brothel when she was 15 ) and 2. kill her father ( her patron xD ). mad daddy issues all around over here. but eventually, especially if she has the support of other people obtaining her own freedom, i think neph could be a pretty decent person and break out of that cycle of abuse.
"Really? I'd never have guessed," Sylfine replied sarcastically. "It's not as if you threatened me with a knife for no good reason-- oh, wait." Even though she'd already forgiven him for it, she wasn't about to let him forget.Â
"That said, I don't really care how terrible or good you are. I've got some baggage myself, so whatever yours is, is okay with me." They were in this together, regardless of what happened in their respective pasts.
"Of course not! " The elf rolled his eyes at her comment about the wine, folding his arms in a way one might read as defensive. "I never know with you artistic types. You try to find meaning in everything, it must be exhausting."
"Either way, I do hope you don't expect me to 'wait and see' how I'm portrayed in your masterpiece, I should like to make sure you make me suitably handsome, intelligent, charming, mysterious of course, and deliciously wicked." He counted the points on his fingers, grinning in return, with his ever-present flirtatious air.
Astarion thought for a moment, looking up as he called memories to mind. "Yes, metal is a prevalent taste, though my tastes seemed to change after I was turned and now I quite enjoy it. Rather like a very, very rare steak, I suppose. It's certainly an acquired taste."
Sylfine shrugged. "I wouldn't say everything... Some things just don't have a point. Like life, or suffering. You just make do with the lot you're given. But the wine, at least, is always good for a metaphor." A lot of other bards tried to find beauty and poetry in everything; she didn't see a reason to make horrors more palatable, since that wasn't true to reality. She was, however, seeing a lot more horrors that not everyone could really relate to...
"As if our hero would be anything less!" she giggled. "Very dashing and enigmatic, and just dangerous enough to leave them hanging on every word." Really, she hadn't quite settled on the specifics, but that would all work itself out in time. "Sharp wit, sharp fangs, perhaps something about hypnotic allure-- I'm still gathering ideas.
"Take the wine, for example. It took me years to learn to like a quality dry red. Flavors can also vary by the region where the grapes were grown, type of grape used, or even the barrels it was stored in." The more she thought about it, the more it sounded similar to what Astarion described. "And the color is very similar to blood, so I could use that, if I were to sing about it."
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The discovered book is handed back easily, smallest smile rising on the tiefling's features at the bow. Truth be told, she did in fact take just the smallest peak into the book - just as a means of seeing if she could find a name within it, a means of finding it's owner.
Although, neither the name in the book nor the appearance are familiar to her, head canting a light tilt of curiosity.
"I might have just a bit - nothing too deep into it; I'm not one to go searching through diaries for secrets or anything."
"Oh, it's much more than a diary," Sylfine giggled. "Though just as personal. One can't really write songs without actually writing them, you know."
She flipped through to find a wordless tune as an example, one she'd already played for an audience. She wasn't about to give a preview, just in case someone stole it from her. If her songs were to become famous elsewhere, she would be the one to make that happen.
"I confess, I'm not terribly well-traveled, so my songs and stories tend to stay closer to home," she continued, taking the book back once she was sure the tiefling had a good look. "I'm more focused on the experience of urban life, you see. Ballads and epics are thrilling, but sometimes it's nice to have something your audience can relate to."