Bhaalspawn

❝ Sanguinisa. A laid-back blog for Annabel "Nan" aka The Dark Urge from Baldur's Gate 3. 
⧐ Penned by Ree (he/they/she, PST, 30+)
⧐ Fandom & fantasy verses available
⧐ Sideblog to @archaeval

▍ ❝   THE BASICS.Hi, I’m Ree, age 30+, they/he/she, and PST timezone. You can also find me over at archaeval. I’m usually lurking and love to chat and plot.I am semi selective, but not mutuals-exclusive, and will write with multiple versions of the same characters. I am also multi/poly-ship, multi-verse, and crossover-friendly. Please feel free to approach me for plots and ideas.I don’t take things too seriously here, and I want to have fun with my writing partners, so if you’re anxious about reaching out to plot, send a message telling me your favorite animal instead :)Standard rpc rules apply - no godmodding, meta-gaming, AI, bigotry, etc.Due to the nature of this character, please DNI if you are under 18. Also, DNI if you write muses from Harry Potter.Please DNI if you have ‘Freaks DNI’ in your rules. This character is a cannibal, mass murderer, and any other unsavory thing that comes with being the daughter of a murder god. She's a freak.REGARDING VIOLENCE: Canon-typical violence is to be expected. Nan also suffers from violent intrusive thoughts more often than not. I will never pressure anyone into writing or plotting what they aren’t comfortable with, especially kink and violent scenarios. All nsfw content will be tagged accordingly.

TRIGGERS PRESENT ON THIS BLOG: There will be a consistent theme of violence and violent intrusive thoughts, and mild self harm (biting nails/knuckles until they bleed). Dead dove, do not eat. If this is an issue, please do not follow the blog. Also present will be mentions of assault and abuse from Nan's backstory, food insecurity, and more.I do have a few triggers myself, but I don’t anticipate them coming up. Feel free to ask for more details if you’re concerned, but you can trust that I’m very good at letting my writing partners know if I’m at all uncomfortable.▍ ❝   PLOTTING & ASKS.PLOTTING: I love plotting! I also love improv and playing it by ear. The only thing that requires pre-plotting are pre-established relatonships and some darker themes such as abusive/toxic dynamics so that we’re always on the same page of what the plot entails, and to make sure we’re both comfortable with the dynamic and topics we’re writing.REGARDING SMUT: Nan’s blog is definitely going to have mature themes, and I would love to plot out sexual relationships, but it’s not likely I’ll be interested in writing it on-dash without talking it out beforehand. Please do not plot with me if you only want to write smut.ASKS: If you want to continue a thread from an inbox meme, please create a new post and tag me in it, rather than reblogging the original ask, or message me if you need me to do it for you.

GENERAL .
•   name   :   Annabel aka The Dark Urge
•   nickname   :   Nan
•   age   :   38 (human equivalent mid-20s)
•   gender   :   cis woman (AFAB, intersex)
•   orientation   :   pansexual
•   race   :   Asmodeus Tiefling / Bhaalspawn
•   class   :   fighter (champion)
•   alignment   :   chaotic neutralSTATS.
•   str   :   17 (+3)
•   dex   :   14 (+2)
•   con   :   15 (+2)
•   cha   :   10 (+0)
•   wis   :   11 (+0)
•   int   :   8 (-1)
•   armor class   :   16
•   speed   :   50 (30 + 10 (mobile) + 10 (crusher's ring)
•   feats   :   athlete, mobile
•   abilities   :   conjure flame, darkvision, see invisibility, speak with animals (amulet of animal kinship), disadvantage on stealth checks (scale mail)
•   class traits   :      great weapon fighting, extra attack, action surge, improved critical hit, remarkable athlete, second wind

APPEARANCE.
•   skin   :   Grey with blue/bruise colored freckles
•   hair   :    black
•   height   :   6'2
•   eyes   :   burning yellow on a black sclera, later gets Volo's ersatz eye.
•   build   :   muscular, broad-shouldered
•   scars   :   one large T-shaped scar on her face, multiple scars across her body from lacerations, vivisection, burns, scrapes, etc.
•   horns   :   large curling ram-like horns decorated with gold chains and a red swath of fabric.
•   tail   :   appears to be a standard tiefling tail, on closer glance it's clear someone has bitten it multiple times, deep enough to scar.
•   teeth   :   crooked and slightly off-center. four sharp canines perfect for biting into any bit of meat.
•   hygiene   :   usually covered in dirt and/or blood.
•   stims   :   Nail-biting, tugging on her braid, hopping from one foot to the other, kicking or throwing rocksEQUPMENT.
•   weapon   :   Corpsegrinder Maul
•   armor   :   Scale Mail
•   Extras   :   amulet of animal kinship, crusher's ring, 'magic' ring,

❝ EARLY LIFE...Crafted from Bhaal's own flesh, Nan was sent into the world with one goal -- eradication. She grew up in the slums of Baldur's Gate, being taken in by an orphanage at first, and faced poor hygeine, food insecurity, and neglect. It was better than living on the streets, but not by much. She quickly became a problem child, fighting other children for scraps and moldy food, ready to fight to defend what little she had in this world.Nan was sent away just before her murderous urges surfaced, and she was discovered by the owner of an underground pit fighting ring, having just slaughtered a fully grown man. She was taken in and raised amongst the other pit fighters -- little more than slaves being kept in a communal environment -- where she was exposed to far too much, far too early, and received only the barest of education.She learned to fight, and fast. By the time she was a young teenager, Nan was a darling of the ring, brutal and merciless, and spent more time covered in gore than she did clean. With dirt under her nails and bloodlust in her eyes, Nan beat down any opponent who dared get too close to her maul, the corpsegrinder. She embraced the lifestyle entirely, save for one frivolity -- decorating her horns with bits of shiny that caught her eye.But in time, even this was not enough to sate the urge to kill. One night, Nan awoke to find herself covered in the blood of her closest friend. It was not unusual to kill someone you once called friend if you were pitted against them in the ring, but this was the middle of the night, with no-one around.And she wasn't done.Nan tore through the rest of the fighters singlehandedly. Barely anyone was left alive by the time she was done, bathed in ichor and more alive than she had ever felt before.She had been spotted some years back by a Bhaalist, and the cult had kept their eyes on her up until now, when members stepped forward to take her in.

❝ THE CULT OF BHAAL...For the first time in her life, Nan wanted for nothing. She pledged herself to the service of her father, vowing to eradicate all life in Faerun. At last, she did not need to fight for scraps or wonder when her next meal would come. At last, she did not need to offer favors in exchange for basic creature comforts, or settle for inhumane conditions. And all it took was to give in to her strongest desires, The cult watched in awe as she cut down innocents with a swift brutality, a warhammer in the shape of a woman.In time, she met her "sister" Orin the Red and took her on as second in command, and later Enver Gortash, with whom she became close. (Undecided whether this was romantic, platonic, sexual, etc.) He gifted her the red swath of fabric that hangs from one of her horns, and worked with her to steal the Crown of Karsus to overpower the Elderbrain kept beneath Moonrise Towers.Here, Nan was treated like a god. Underlings bowed at her feet. When she said jump, they didn't dare ask how high. When she said stab, they already knew how deep. But her glory only lasted so long.Orin, jealous of the favoritism Nan received, attacked, cutting her head open and infecting her with an Ilithid parasite -- the very first of what would later come to be known as True Souls. The process was imperfect. The tadpole ate through Nan's brain, severing connections, erasing memories, until she was barely clinging to life.She was found and studied by Kressa Bonedaughter via vivisection and reconstruction, over and over again. Nan was barely conscious by the time she was sent aboard a nautiloid ship and sent away with the rest of the ilithid's victims.❝ NOW...Nan doesn't know how she survived the crash. She remembers falling, and she remembers waking up on the beach amidst the ruins, but nothing more. There are no memories through which to rifle, no signposts telling her where to go. She has nothing but a longsword filched from a corpse and the knowledge that, if she doesn't get help soon, her life as she knows it will end.

❝ PERSONALITYDespite her lack of memories, it's easy to guess that she's had a hard life. Nan's accent is clearly lower class, and her body is riddled with scars. She flinches whenever people get near, and feels more comfortable in a fight than she does anywhere else. Stubborn as an ass -- and about as educated as one -- once Nan sets her mind on something, there's no stopping her.Unlike typical Dark Urges, the impulse to murder never totally goes away, even after rejecting Bhaal. She is plagued by intrusive, violent thoughts more often than not.Still, she's a friendly person, quick to let her guard down (and quick to fight back the second she's betrayed) and eager to learn from the people around her. She might be uncouth and mannerless, foul-mouthed and shameless, but it's clear she has a big heart, and cares deeply about other people

❝ EXTRAS•      :   At the moment, Nan has to work hard to string words together on a page. She wants to learn how to read and write.•      :   Nan has no sense of modesty when it comes to clothing. She's used to bathing in communal spaces, and doesn't think anything of it now.•      :   Due to her history of food insecurity, Nan is used to taking whatever she finds, and eating it right away, even if it's half-eaten or rotten. However, she ensures all her traveling companions are given proper rations, saving the best for them and taking the worst for herself, since she knows she can stomach it.•      :   Nan quickly finds that she loves animals, having never had a chance to interact with them much before. When she finds an amulet of animal kinship, it never comes off.

❝ CANON VERSES▍ ❝  PROLOGUE.
After slaughtering everyone in the fighting ring where she was raised, Nan was finally identified by the cult of Bhaal, placed on a throne of corpses. At the height of her power, she is a vicious and charismatic leader of the Bhaalist cult in Baldur's Gate, allied with Enver Gortash and all but unstoppable.▍ ❝  ACT I.
Now infected with a mindflayer parasite, Nan has almost no memory of who she was before the nautiloid. She is eager to find companions to help her search for a cure, hoping that once the tadpole is gone, her memories will return. She is plagued by guilt after killing Alfira, and hopes to find a way to control her murderous urges. She kills the goblin camp leaders to free Halsin, save the Emerald Grove, and aid the Tiefling refugees.▍ ❝  ACT II.
Though she is confident that the mysterious dream visitor is able to protect her from ceremorphosis, Nan is still desperate for a cure. She travels through the Shadow-Cursed Lands in pursuit of Moonrise Towers, though is able to allow herself a few more distractions along the way. Nan sides with Jaeheira and the Harpers, aids in the rescue of Thaniel, and refuses to kill Isobel.▍ ❝  ACT III.
Having finally returned to Baldur's Gate, Nan discovers the truth of her heritage. She is eager to learn more about the Bhaalist cult and discover who she was. How this verse plays out is plot-dependent, as she can be pushed towards accepting or rejecting Bhaal based on her companions' influence.

❝ FANDOM VERSES▍ ❝  DRAGON AGE
Nan was raised in a cult that believed mortal bodies were a corruption of the natural order. She was infected with a rage demon as a little girl, giving her dark urges that followed throughout her life, sometimes far too strong to resist. Most recently, she lost control of herself and slaughtered the whole of the cult's compound, only to wake up in the wilderness with no memory of who she is or where she came from -- or why she's plagued by murderous whispers every moment of the day.Click here for full verse info.

❝ OTHER VERSES▍ ❝  GENERIC FANTASY.
Nan was crafted from the flesh of the god of murder and sent to live amongst mortals. After growing up in a fighting ring, she earned her place as the leader of a murderous cult, only to be betrayed by her second-in-command. Her body was found by a scientist who studied her immortality, taking her apart and putting her back together again and again, addling Nan's mind until she lost her memories. Having recently escaped, she travels around, trying to figure out who she was and hopefully stay out of trouble.Click here for full verse info.

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