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thetavolution · 4 months

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I made my character Bex from @thebonnevillegame a character in BG3!

I thought she'd be perfect as a tiefling in the BG3 world. I plan on doing Laura, Minty, and Ingrid very soon.

BEX

Full name:  Rebecca Elspeth McQuoid Name meaning:  Rebecca: to bind or tie; Elspeth: chosen by God; McQuoid: son of Uad (Gaelic form of Wat, short for Walter) Pronouns: She/Her Race: Tiefling Age: 36 Orientation: Pansexual Romance: Astarion Class: Bard Subclass: College of Swords Origin: Entertainer Theme Song:  Smoke and Mirrors — Gotye

Personality Bex is intelligent, but flippant. Not very many things upset her, but when they do anger her, she goes from 0 to 60 in the blink of an eye. She can typically diffuse tense situations simply by a lack of reaction or by telling a joke. She generally keeps a cool head, so much so it seems like she doesn’t care. In reality, she’s tired. She’s seen some shit and she is over it.

Her philosophy is life is hard, why make it harder? She’s way too tired for that shit. She tries to help people out and, while she’s not perfect at it, she tries to be encouraging. She's friendly yet apathetic to most people when she meets them at first.

She doesn't hate a lot of people either. Someone would really have to press her buttons or give her a reason to hate them. She’ll hate someone as vile as Cazador with her whole heart, or she’ll just really hate someone like Naaber due to pure annoyance. She’s the type of person who prefers to stick up for the underdog.

She struggles to trust people on a deeper level, yet she continues to seek out connection with others. Under all her bluster, she has a good heart. She's just used to taking care of herself with little to no help from anybody else. Some people see her as trashy and she'd tell them they're correct.

Although not cruel, she doesn’t always do or say what someone needs her to. She’s blunt, but she’s never intentionally hurtful. Sometimes she just sucks at wording herself. She’s never been one to brush off someone else’s hurt feelings with “I’m just being honest” either.

Although she’s intelligent, she’s good at playing dumb in order to get what she wants. She knows how to game the system and happily teaches people she trusts to do the same. When she feels wronged, she won’t hesitate to be cruel in retaliation. She can talk people into things and her charisma can get her out of sticky situations.

Background Bex is originally from my show @thebonnevillegame, but think of this as a multiverse situation. This is what would happen if she were born in Faerûn as a tiefling. Not to worry, there are not spoilers for Bonneville here.

Bex was born in Baldur’s Gate. Her family is, unfortunately, well known for being plagued by drama and heartache. She’s the bastard child of Garrick, a half-elf carpenter, and Sharon “Sauci”, a tiefling barmaid. Sauci believed that, if she got pregnant, Garrick would stay with her and they would live happily ever after. He didn’t.

Sauci was left to raise Bex alone, but she didn’t have much interest in being a mother. So, Bex spent most of her childhood taking care of herself.

There is more to her backstory, but I can’t reveal much else. It mirrors her backstory in The Bonneville Game a bit too closely. But she did start running with the wrong crowd and it would eventually bite her in the ass. She was also betrayed by someone she trusted and loved very dearly.

But prior to getting a tadpole in her head, she was working as a cook in Baldur’s gate.

Likes: Money, cooking, baking, discovering new foods and recipes, animals, working out, being outside, collecting cookbooks, and reading

Dislikes: Most authority figures, debt collectors, working directly with customers, large crowds, and being seen as “soft”

Fears: She’s afraid of losing her freedom and losing herself. She believes she deserves every bad thing that’s come her way, but it still scares her.

Quirks: Bex doesn’t usually bother to remember names at first. She gives nicknames or identifies people by specific quirks they have. I.E. If someone likes grilled cheese and pickles, she might refer to them as Pickles.

Once she thinks you’re sticking around in her life, she’ll remember your actual name. She’s too used to people coming in and out to let herself get attached too quickly.

Astarion: Knives Gale: Rocky (she found him in a rock) Wyll: The Hero or just Hero Lae’zel: Green Bean (how she survived being killed by Lae’zel, we’ll never know) Shadowheart: Shady Halsin: The second she found out he’s called Daddy Halsin, she grabbed onto that and refused to let go. Karlach: Firestarter

Mental Health:  Bex has a wall up. She has been hurt by various people in her life. She struggles to let people get to know the real her. She has an easier time helping people with their problems. It distracts her from her own and it means people ask less questions about her. She’s terrified of falling in love due to past trauma which means Astarion is trouble for her.

Halsin is less scary to her, at first, due to assuming he’s just a horn dog.

Favorite Foods: Homemade Bread, Potato Scones, Brownies, Macarons, and Paella

Favorite Drinks: Coffee and Mermaid Whiskey

Favorite Flower: Poppies and Selûne’s Tear

Height:  5’6”/ 167.64 cm

Skin: As a Tiefling (she’s a human in her OG story), she has pink skin.

Hair:  Her hair is a brighter pink, contrasting with her skin. (In her original story, she does dye her hair pink. In BG3, it naturally is.)

Eyes:  Demonic Orange.

Color Scheme:  As a pink being, she tries to find colors that complement her tone. Sometimes she defaults to black, brown, or grey just to avoid accessorizing. However, she’s a fan of blues, teal, and sage. She doesn’t like to dress in too much gold, but she thinks it makes for a nice trim on clothing.

Fashion Sense: She shifts between lazy and all dolled up when getting dressed. Some days she will just throw on whatever is in arm’s reach. Other days, she takes time for her makeup and clothing. When she knows she has a full day of cooking ahead, she prioritizes efficiency and comfort above all.

Family:

William “Will” McQuoid Bex barely knows her father and they haven’t interacted very much. He has quite an extensive criminal history that dates back to when he was 14. He’s gotten in trouble for fights, drugs, robbery, assault (including assault at a funeral), and a number of petty offenses. He’s a violent person, but he’s good at coming across as friendly when you first meet him.

Sharon “Sauci” McNamara Sauci is a terrible mother who is more focused on herself than her kids. She only had Bex because she believed it would make her father stay. When it didn’t, Sauci lost interest in her. She’s even been known to try to flirt with the people her daughter is dating.

Siblings Who even knows what’s going on there. Sauci only has one child, but Will has no idea how many he might have.

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 tav #tav baldur's gate #tav bg3 #tav oc #tav x astarion #astarion x tav #tiefling #tiefling tav #my tav #baldurs gate tav #baldurs gate 3

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shinkai-kaiju · 9 months

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ah yes baldurs gate 3, where your starting/act 1 companions are:

1. the brain from that billy and mandy voltaire episode (non-permanent)

2. A woman from a species you've probably never heard of but youre now mad you dont see them often in DnD but ALSO man is she mean

3. The most apathetic, indifferent neutral evil cleric you've ever met

4. a wilting pathetic excuse for a vampire

5. Flirtatious Demon Core

6. A man too nice for his own good (and deserves the world but alas his patron is a bully)

7. Tiefling personification of a formula 1 car too rowdy for her own good

8. Drow bootycall that will NEVER call you back despite the crimes youve committed

9. Im starting to think this guy is a bear druid who's wild form is a man

#baldurs gate iii #baldurs gate 3 #my tav is named Lobo n hes romancing the tissue paper pasty boy but im already planning another playthrough #where i romance shadowheart bc ive fallen madly in love with her shes just so cool #ill have to romance gale some day bc hes rlly easy to romance but rn im not super keen on him #(specifically dor the Brand Of Character im playing)#baldurs gate 3 spoilers #wyll too hes so cute n noble i love hiiiim #i also wanna romance karlach but i kinda wished you could pair her off with someone else because. shadowhearts response to her...

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wastelandkatze · 3 months

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ENTRY 1: First Time [NSFW]

ft. child!Mortis (my Dark Urge Mephistopheles tiefling), her unnamed foster father, and Mur'sser (eventual mentor of Mortis)

Dark Urge spoilers! CW: Graphic violence TW: cult, cann!bal!stic tendencies, descriptions/scenarios similar to ch!ld ass4ult/gr0om!ng, g0re if i missed out any tws, pls let me know!

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“Somebody, help please!”

The apathetic crowd refused to turn an eye for the pleading blue tiefling. It was the district’s slums after all; a single cry for help had never been an irregular occurrence there. It’s just another day for the rest of them. One snarky lady almost pushed him out of her way, if not for the sorry little tiefling he held in his arms. He paced his walking, desperately looking in every corner he passed by. In his head, he repeats what the merchant from Rivington said: ‘a dark elf named Mur'sser, who used to be a cleric, lives near the docks’, ‘charges for less gold’, then ‘a graffiti of a spider with a missing leg’.

His eyes fled towards every wall packing the street until the heather-skinned girl wrapped around his arms groaned. Her face was scrunched and damp with tears, “The noises… they hurt, papa.”

“Shh, remember what I taught you, little Morg,” he whispered, slowing his pace down, not wanting to contribute more to her pain, “Think of that one shell you liked to play with: Imagine you’re holding it to your ear. Hear how gentle the ocean waves kiss the shore.”

“I’m trying, but everything’s too loud,” she winced, her small, quivering palms cupping her ears to mute her surroundings.

“I know, Morg. Don’t worry, we’re almost there.” Though the promise seemed empty for the meantime, her father assured her, “We’ll make sure that your headaches will go away. For good, this time.”

“Promise?”

He paused from his urgency, taking a moment to smoothen the worry of his face, then beaming a tender smile towards his beloved daughter. Though the light at the end of this tunnel is nowhere to be seen, he will cling onto hope. He won’t let whatever curse take Morgana away from him, not like how he lost his baby boy to an illness in the past. No more.

He sneaked a kiss on the gap between her furrowed brows, “I promise, my little Morg.”

As the setting of the sun dimmed the sky, torches started lighting up each block, and sketchier people with hoods and glinted daggers slowly littered the pavement. With no desire to be entangled in trouble, he took this as an initiative to search harder, being more wary of his surroundings until he passed by a dark nook with a striking insignia. Retracing his rushed steps, he finally exhaled the breath he was holding. There it was: a menacing spider with only seven limbs, the missing one’s paint– or is it blood? - seemingly scratched off, encircled by painted crimson droplets. He stared at the door by the end of the descending staircase. No friendly invitation, except for the warm light the hooded lantern above the door emanates.

“See, little Morg? We’re here,” he told her as he dismounted the cold stone steps. The child, Morgana, huddled closer to her father, feeling more fear now than pain. “I’m scared,” she whimpered as they arrived at the front door. “Me too,” he answered, hovering his fist on the door, “but we can be scared together. I won’t leave you alone,” then knocked.

A small panel slid open, revealing eyes as red as the symbol above. Eyes that gripped his chest. Eyes that screamed danger. But then he is reminded of the few gold coins that had been jingling in his pockets, then of the countless clerics who abandoned them after learning of Morgana’s unexplained curse, then of his son who died because he lacked the money to compensate. He knew that he mustn't hesitate with this opportunity.

Panic spilled from his lips, “I-I’m looking for Mur'sser? I’ve been told that he could cure my daughter. I don’t have that much gold, b-but I’ll do anything you ask to pay the rest! Just please, please help my little girl.”

The eyes that stared through him now shifted to his sobbing daughter who is still hiding her face on his chest. These eyes widened, followed by a succession of bolts being unlocked. The door swung open, a strong whiff of astringent and iron welcoming them, “Head inside.”

Each tap of his boots eerily echoed, giving him chills that ran down his spine. The room is almost pitch black, especially with the door now closed, yet he could ascertain that the jars lining up the shelves contained grisly articles he shouldn’t have noticed. He’s unsure whether it’s him who is trembling in uneasiness now or Morgana, but to his surprise, she’s oddly calmer now, slowly unveiling her face from his shirt and subtly sniffing the room’s sickly aroma. It’s strange, but maybe it’s the scent of some exotic Underdark medicine. Pushing all horrific thoughts aside, he settled with the possibility of his daughter getting better at this healer’s hands.

With a snap of fingers, floating blue flames now illuminated the room, revealing two wooden stools that faced each other, a small table with basic medical tools on top, and a rickety chair that faced the furniture. A male drow in a militaristic posture gestured both tieflings to come closer. “Please, sit down,” the drow said. Not said– ordered. The father obeyed, finally relaxing his body on the chair, making it creak. Morgana sat on his lap, her eyes returning the gaze that the drow is uncomfortably holding towards her. This itched him to wrap his arms around Morgana’s waist, keeping her close just in case.

The healer noticed his caution, smirking in hidden satisfaction, then flit his attention towards playing with his tools, “I must say, you are bold to approach an under-elf in the slums of Baldur’s Gate.” The tiefling’s brows knit together, which Mur'sser found amusing, “You do know that the hospital’s just by the opposite direction.”

Whatever type of icebreaker he’s playing does not calm the father down. In fact, it’s filtering his fear with frustration now. Fuming heat fogged his head as he shamelessly confessed all the struggles he had gone through, “None of them can do what you do. We’ve traveled far, searching for a cure that could help her, been kicked out of multiple temples, and…” his head hung low, shaking from remembering all the foul words young Morgana has been called. Their kind is no stranger to awful names for simply looking hellish, but for a meek child like her… Those words the so-called “followers of god” spat, she never deserved to receive. It’s not her fault that she was born with such a curse. If there is anyone to blame, it is whomever bestowed such a cruel thing upon her.

Mur’sser sat on one of the stools, prompting the father to come back to this hopeful reality with pitiful eyes crying out to the drow, “Nevermind. What’s important is that we found you,” then his hand fished out a miserable coin sack from his trousers, gripping it tight in front of the drow, “I swear to hold onto my word and do anything you want. The only thing that matters is my daughter getting cured for good.”

Mur’sser’s eyes sharpened, fully enticed with how the poor tiefling worded his desperation, “Of course. It’s only natural for a father to wish what is best for his child.” Portraying the friendliest smile he could manage, Mur’sser extended a hand towards Morgana, “May I look at you, little one?”

She tilted her head to face her father. After receiving a nod, she hopped onto the floor, minding her balance, and shyly placed her hand on top of the drow’s. Mur’sser reciprocated her touch with the same gentleness, guiding her unsteady self towards the opposite chair.

“What is your name?”

“M-Morgana,” she mumbled.

“Morgana,” he softly repeated, “What a beautiful name for a lovely girl.”

The compliment was effective, the drow noticed, obvious as to how lenient her posture became. She played with the hem of her dress, “But my papa calls me Morg. I like it when he calls me that.”

Mur’sser was about to ask whether she wanted him to call her with the same pet name, but he had been sensing the glare of the tiefling—this filthy hell-blood who claims to be her parent. Ha, what a jest! But somehow, the horned mortal deserved credit for bringing back the girl in one whole piece to her rightful home. And that credit he deserved will be due sooner than he thinks.

“I see,” he simply answered, producing a scalpel from his medical kit. In one swift motion, Mur’sser slit his palm open, causing blood to ooze from it, then smearing it onto Morgana’s lips.

“What the—'' The tiefling shot up from his seat, but Mur’sser was quicker; with a flick of a wrist, the worn-down chair projected barbed tendrils that latched and dug into his limbs and mouth. Mur’sser tutted, wagging his free hand’s finger. A muffled scream rumbled from the man’s throat as thorns pierced his skin, decorating the air with more notes of iron—of fresh blood.

The deranged drow chuckled at the tiefling’s aggressive wriggling, “I will never tire of seeing a worm that embraces its true form.” The restrained man grumbled again, this time like a captured animal insisting that it is still the predator. Mur’sser’s smile dropped, looking down at him, “I’d suggest you stop squirming. You’ll only make things more painful for you. Besides,” then his bloodied hand caressed Morgana’s cheek before turning her to face him, “There is nothing wrong with her. Those low lives know nothing of her potential—of who she really is.”

The father shuddered under the sight of his daughter: her faint pink eyes turned darker than ever, and her small frame shivered… as if she was drugged. His precious little Morg’s lack of reaction to his state hurt him more than the spikes digging into his skin. What did he do to her?

“I assume you have questions,” Mur’sser quirked, “and answers you shall have."

Keeping her blank expression, Morgana shakingly faced the delicious-looking flesh in the form of a hand that was offered to her. Like a lost puppy, she tilted her head towards Mur’sser, just waiting. Mur’sser nodded, “No biting. Just your tongue, little one.”

To the father’s horror, he witnessed his little girl lap the blood on the drow’s palm, like she never had a drink in her entire life. Her tiny, once innocent hands even pulled her treat closer through the fingers, lips suckling on the open skin with the intent of draining the blood out of it. To further mock the puny mortal watching this spectacle, the drow stroked the girl’s hair over and over again.

Tears streamed down the tiefling’s face, salt mixing with the blood seeping from his forehead, changing the scent of the air once again. He is violated by how this grown stranger disgustingly touched his daughter like she is his pet. Oh, how he wanted to lunge at this lunatic, if not for his helpless state.

As soon as Morgana started frantically rubbing her cheeks on the gaping wound, Mur’sser retracted his hand, careful to not accidentally hurt the girl. “No more,” he said, setting his foot down before she completely gets lost into this guilty pleasure. She breathes rapidly, mouth clumsily stained with crimson as drool dripped from her lips.

The drow unsheathed a unique dagger from his side: a knife with a crooked, red blade held by a ring furnished with teeth-like projections in its center, then a handle with serrated grooves, akin to the anatomy of a tiefling’s skin.

“Do you want more, little one?”

Morgana nodded, more excited than ever.

“As you rightfully deserve,” then he opened her palms to place down the dagger that’s as long as her arm. The girl discovered a strange familiarity with the blade, taking a moment to scan it with pure, youthful curiosity. Without fazing, a voice only she could hear cordially welcomed her back to its embrace, introducing itself once again through the way Morgana easily adjusted to the weight of her family’s heirloom. Bloodthirst, it whispered.

“Blood… thirst…” Morgana repeated.

Mur’sser knew that Bhaal had reunited with his child, almost dropping to his knees to worship the demigod that now stood beside him. He digressed, noting that there will be a proper time and place for that, unraveling the vines around the shocked tiefling while leaving only one firm tendril on his mouth. The mortal had long ceased from writhing like a pathetic wimp, traumatized by what he had witnessed. His lacerated body remained frozen, even when the little girl he once carried in his arms as a quiet babe raised the dagger at him.

“You need not do anything for me. In fact, you will be the cure, if you want to call it that. You should consider this an honor: to be the one to shepherd the lost back to her true father’s arms.”

“I… thirst…” Morgana muttered.

As the tiefling shed his last peaceful tear before his vision completely blackened, the last words he heard from Murr’ser were, “After all, it’s only natural for a father to wish what is best for his child,” then the cold blade ultimately plunged his abdomen.

Morgana stabbed the man she called ‘papa’…

Over, and over again until blood sprayed her lavender face with splotches of red and eventually puddled the floor.

And over, and over again until shreds of darkened, blue skin cluttered around them like autumn leaves on a park’s ground.

And over, and over again until the glistening walls of his guts gradually brimmed the wide opening.

And over, and over again until the engorged length of what remained of his intestines uncoiled onto the open surface.

And over, and over again until it matched the artistic vision her father expects of her—of Mortis, Bhaal’s beloved little artist.

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#bg3ficfeb #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #lonekatze: my ocs #my oc: mortis #lonekatze: pen&paper #bg3 dark urge #dark urge

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cambius · 4 months

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▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ @vampiheir ﹕ 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 . [ au ]

❛ it almost makes you feel a little insecure— — ❜ the cambion begins , to break the silence shortly after the rest of the camp leaves for the day. she still hides what she is within this inferior shell , her mortal tiefling half ( but somehow , even in this form that would be easier for them to swallow , she can’t help but feel slightly shunned. infernal bloodlines are all the same to some it seems. can’t separate devils from tieflings. truly , what is even the bother in hiding ? ). nepharia rests a hand upon a cocked hip , still comfortable within her camp clothing ( and subtly thankful that she didn’t have to put back on the hot , heavy armor ) , letting her pale gaze find their way to the pale elf a couple of tents down from hers , ❛ when they leave you behind like that … but then you remember , at least they’re more likely to die than we are today , ❜ she smiles with a small shrug , almost apathetically.

besides — — nepharia has been meaning to have this moment alone with the elf. astarion. it’s all so very familiar. and the familiarity of him , it settles deep within her heart somewhere. an uncomfortable and uneasy kind of dull pain , that she can’t understand. looking at him is like trying to remember a dream , and the harder you think about it , the less detail you can recall. she can hardly remember any of the connections she had up here on the surface , in these mortal realms. the past century of her life has been spent in the hells. she has to admit , she kind of missed it here. this place has its quirks and its charms. the sun feels a lot nicer than hellfire , and the nights are cool and the stars ? breath - taking.

grabbing a bottle of red from her stash , she decides if they are going to be here together for a while , alone ( withers hardly counts as a person ) — — then she may as well try to pry his mind. maybe she can use the tadpole. perhaps there’s something within his mind that holds the key to his familiarity. and why does he feel like trauma ? she can remember her significant trauma , vaguely , but it’s there. she can remember the brothel , even two centuries later she still finds herself having nightmares from time to time. and that was her childhood. she can remember those bits and pieces of pain. if he caused her pain , why can’t she remember him ? ❛ do you want to get day drunk and mess around or are you not as fun as i think you might be ? ❜ she doesn’t know how else to try and get close to people , for any reason , other than trying to seduce them , ❛ and i think you might be , but … it’s based off of more than a hunch , ❜ her words escape her slow as her eyes narrow , studying him closer. fuck , still like a dream that leaves her the moment she thinks she has a hold on it. ❛ why do i feel like i’ve met you in a past life ? ❜ she can’t say centuries ago. she’s just a tiefling , after all. and astarion doesn’t look a day over 50 , for an elf.

#vampiheir #closed starter.#v. au : vampiheir.#200 year old neph LET’S GOOOOO

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adhdo5 · 1 year

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Preliminary D&D bracket entry qualifier round

AKTARE: The juxera the myth the legend (allegedly). CN applies to definitions of "property laws" and "truth" and such things. Flopped out of being a daughter a fence a student and any archetype xe has generally been so assigned, and is currently making xer own definition of being an adventurer. Enabler supreme (active) by yes-anding any nonsense she comes across and generally instigating wherever xe can, and in being a DEX+CHA based support caster with STR as throw stat. She deserves this because xe's very musically skilled, and also nonbinary, and also wants this very much ^_^

PROSPECTS: Being so silly and charming

CHALLENGES: Everyone's seen a tiefling bard

ROSENCRANTZ: Is Rosencrantz. Is a cleric. Is a healer, for the full definition of the term, extending the full spectrum to necromancy. On existentialism and cosmic discomfort and being not really real and finding the difference between being chill and being toxically apathetic. Died but he's OK now, kind of, and being alive in and of itself has so much value that he doesn't really bother with specific pickiness about what he does with it. Enabler supreme (more passive) by going "yeah why not" to most anything you offer him to do, because it's Something, and by being a CON+WIS based support caster w/ DEX as throw stat. We asked him why he deserved this and he said he didn't really care

PROSPECTS: Necromancer life cleric swag

CHALLENGES: Blond

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criticalrolenpctournament · 4 months

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ROUND 4, POLL 1

Which NPC is the best overall character?

Propaganda:

Essek: had a fascinating journey from villain to hero, started a war but also has an anxiety disorder, loves knitting and soup, used to be apathetic to all but himself, but changed so much he cried about a dead tiefling he never knew.

Hot boi

Orly: He was the best because he's a fucking turtle who navigated a ship. He became a great friend to the party. He trusts Fjord. Orly is the main right hand man.

Also, he was randomly put together by the fans, and Matt did something beautiful with that.

#critical role #critical role npc tournament #critical role npcs #essek thelyss #orly skiffback #round 4 #polls #round 4 polls

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jupebox · 1 year

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Experimenting with color shift watercolors! This is @apathetic-tiefling ‘s grave cleric aasimar, Oliver, who is in the same campaign as ember. The party camped overnight at a glass beach and Oliver got to watch the sunrise 🌅

#watercolor #traditional art #art #Oliver #campaigb #landscape #ocean #beach #artists on tumblr

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thetavolution · 2 months

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Tav Party

I want to try something and see how it pans out, just for fun!

I'd love to see whose Tavs would be in a party with mine. Just send me an ask with the name or names of my Tavs that you could see your Tav(s) in a party with! And be sure to tell me about your Tav(s) or link me to a profile/info about them.

If you feel up to the task, you can add a little emoji to represent how your Tav might approach them. I'll answer with whatever I think my Tav would do in response.

Your Tav would want to be friends: 💛 Would become family: 💚 Would want to be lovers: ❤️ Would be enemies: 🖤 Would murder them: ☠️

Don't worry about any Origin characters for this thought exercise.

The Tavs:

Tessa

Human Rogue Monk

She's the daughter of a thief and mercenary who is a beloved "member of the family" in Zhentarim circles.

Despite being a professional thief, Tessa is a kind-hearted person. She always overflowing with joyful enthusiasm. Tessa is outgoing and funny. She has a big heart and it’s easy to take advantage of it, especially with a good enough sob story. She has a good-natured sense of humor, but she's not averse to dark humor either. When she’s angry or hurt, or just talking to someone she hates, she can be particularly cold and scathing.

Tessa is far from morally perfect, of course. She’s made peace with stealing, focusing on targets that “deserve” it. That said, she doesn't believe in hoarding wealth. She keeps what she needs (with some left over as a little treat) and spreads the rest of it around to those who might need it.

Bex

Tiefling Bard

Bex is intelligent, but flippant. Not very many things upset her, but when they do anger her, she goes from 0 to 60 in the blink of an eye. She can typically diffuse tense situations simply by a lack of reaction or by telling a joke. She generally keeps a cool head, so much so it seems like she doesn’t care. In reality, she’s tired. She’s seen some shit and she is over it. She is in a constant state of existential dread and it's led to her having a very "is that all there is to a fire?" attitude about life.

Her philosophy is life is hard, why make it harder? She’s way too tired for that shit. She's friendly yet apathetic to most people when she meets them at first. She doesn't hate a lot of people either. Someone would really have to press her buttons or give her a reason to hate them. (I.E. I'm talking like Cazador vile.) She’s the type of person who prefers to stick up for the underdog.

She’s blunt, but she’s never intentionally hurtful. Sometimes she just sucks at wording herself. She’s never been one to brush off someone else’s hurt feelings with “I’m just being honest” either.

Minty

Shield Dwarf Selûne Cleric

Minty is excitable and bubbly. She’s kind-hearted, friendly, and cheerful. She can be one-track minded, especially whenever she has a new obsession. This can make Minty seem rude when she’s just bulldozing right past someone’s point.

She’s a little too confident in her knowledge as a cleric, believing she can handle whatever is thrown at her. She's not "stupid" after all. But going out on this adventure teaches her a bit of humility.

Sometimes she can get so single-minded that she doesn’t think twice about her actions. She’ll accidentally hurt people when she becomes obsessed with getting her way. When called out on it, she'll try to make amends as best she can.

She’s a family oriented person. While her father has passed away, she’s very close to her mother and older sister. She’ll do anything to help or take care of them.

She’s quick to adopt friends into her family. So when she puts her family above all, that includes her friends. Even if she doesn’t always see eye to eye with her loved ones, she draws her strength from her family.

Laura

High Elf Draconic Bloodline Sorcerer

Laura is sarcastic, but not cynical. She has a deadpan sense of humor without being unnecessarily mean. (She's only mean to people she believes deserve it.) Laura is blunt about her opinions, but she has some sense of tact. She can be a total dork when she gets excited, especially when it comes to magic. She's as giddy as a school girl whenever she finds a new spell or magical item.

Laura is a natural born leader. She’s talented and brilliant, but she doesn’t trust people easily. She struggles with her self-worth and PTSD, preferring to fight her inner demons in private. Laura doesn’t reach out for help nearly as often as she should. She keeps trying to set aside her trauma and hope it'll sort itself out. She’s a humanitarian at heart and she’s not a judgmental person. At least, not unless what you’re doing is hurting someone else.

She does show signs of someone who has been traumatized. She can be irritable, even when she doesn’t understand why something is upsetting her so much. She’s easily startled and she can have a full on panic attack if something reminds her of her past. When not adventuring, she has to work to keep her mind busy to avoid thinking too much. It's near impossible to get her to talk about what happened to her before she left home. Whatever it is that haunts her, she's trying to keep it firmly in the past.

Paloma

Seldarine Drow Monk

Paloma is the quintessential older sister. She’s protective, responsible, determined, and bossy. She’s also short-tempered, high-strung, and sarcastic.

She grew up in an orphanage as one of the older kids. She stepped up to take care of the younger children and she took responsibility for them at a young age. Even after they reached adulthood, she continued to clean up after them and care for them like she always did. She has a habit of stepping in and doing things for other people.

Paloma believes she has to "earn" the right to be in people's lives, which means taking care of them. She has a very dry sense of humor that can sometimes go over people's heads.

She avoids getting help from others, and she reassures everyone she can take care of everything herself. It's a lot easier for her to ignore her own problems if she spends all of her time solving everyone else's. She actually gains a lot of pride and satisfaction from taking care of other people. She just needs to learn to take care of herself... and let other people take care of her every once in a while.

Lamia

Rogue Bard Changeling

I have to use a half-drow to make her in BG3 due to the lack of Changeling options.

I don't have her profile up yet, but soon! Lamia is Paloma's adopted younger sister. They grew up in the same orphanage together and neither were adopted due to the prejudice against their species. They aged out of the system instead. She typically hangs out with her Dragonborn Barbarian buddy, Allie.

Lamia's a con artist and thief. She considers herself as more intelligent than most people. She’s smug and her ego is often her downfall. She likes to be perceived as tough as nails and cocky, but she’s a lot more sensitive than she lets on. It doesn’t take much to hurt her feelings, especially if you imply she's stupid. She can be callous toward strangers and acquaintances. She assumes people are cruel until proven otherwise, so why go out of your way to help anyone?

Due to her ability to shape shift into any humanoid, Lamia is able to blend into any crowd. She has the skills and brains to take care of herself. It’s just that her bloated sense of self-importance always lands her in hot water. She's actually a pretty smart cookie though. It's what makes her attitude so frustrating sometimes.

All of her bravado hides a lack of self-confidence and a fear of being abandoned. The only people she trusts with her whole heart are Paloma and Allie. She's so afraid of everyone leaving her that she pushes others away before they can hurt her first. She never had a safety net in life and now it's everyone else's problem.

Ingrid

Deep Gnome Circle of Spores Druid

Ingrid is soft-spoken and timid. She can be shy, but once she feels comfortable, she loves to talk! People are surprised at how at ease she feels with the dead and the spores, but it makes perfect sense when you get to know her. She respects all aspects of nature, including death and decay. Oddly, it’s become a way for her to confront her own fear of death.

She’s a pushover and she lacks assertiveness. Or, at least, that’s who she was before she started traveling with a ragtag team of certified weirdos. She had to get it together and get over her bullshit. Her bravery comes from how terrified she is. If other people weren't counting on her, she’d probably curl up in a corner and cry. When other people are relying on her, she quickly musters up every ounce of courage she has and powers through her terror.

She always comes through in a clutch. Even when scared out her mind, she’ll never abandon anyone. She’ll just go have a panic attack after it’s safe. She has an incredibly kind heart and strong sense of empathy.

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