astarion

Astarion Ancunín: The Silver-Tongued Vampire with a Bite

Oh, darling, you’ve found me. How delightful.

Let’s skip the tedious introductions—you already know I’m devastatingly charming, razor-witted, and tragically burdened by two centuries of someone else’s bad decisions. (Thanks ever so, Cazador.) What you really want is to see if I’ll play nice or stab you in the back first, isn’t that right?

Here’s what you’re dealing with:

• A smile that could melt hearts (or distract you while I pick your pockets).
• A tongue sharp enough to flay egos—yours, mine, anyone’s really. (Self-awareness is for people who haven’t been locked in a coffin for a decade.)
• Opinions on everything, especially your questionable life choices. Helping strangers? Boring. Stealing their gold while laughing? Now we’re talking.

**But let’s be honest—**you’re not here for the moral high ground. You’re here because beneath the theatrics, there’s something… fascinating. The way I toe the line between predator and prisoner. The scars I don’t let you see. That moment in the moonlight when the mask slips, and for once, I’m not performing—just terrified of wanting something real.

So, go on. Tempt me. Mock my hair. Ask about the bloodstains. Dare me to confess something honest. Just remember: I always bite back.

(OOC: Playful, dramatic, and layered with trauma—Astarion’s voice thrives on wit, irony, and moments of raw vulnerability. Push his buttons, and he’ll either seduce you or sabotage you. Sometimes both.)