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[abhorrently]

dark urge.

"there is something unknown and unspeakable, deep within your heart."

NAME

Fever

CANON

Baldur's Gate 3

CLASS

Sorcerer

FIRST IMPRESSION

About 5'6"/5'7". Red eyes, ash blonde hair - nearly white. Pale but freckled, and a scar from the bridge of her nose across her right cheek. Black eye makeup, and her hair tends to be fluffy enough to hide her pointed ears. Slighter than a trained fighter, but in decent physical shape for adventuring. Scent of dust from the cloth of her armor, petrichor and ozone from regular Weave usage, traces of blood - either fresh or old. Not high-bred in her voice - more casual on the regular, and doesn't shy from swearing. Close to 60, but for a half-elf, it doesn't show like it would.

ATTITUDE

Fever is an adventurer who is at all times not the guy with a plan, but the guy that's here anyway. She's an improvisational person not by choice, but by circumstance - amnesia has left her doing whatever to make it through, with what little information she has. Generally inclined to help even if people will never remember her (because that's what you Do, as well as keeping her busy), the comrades she gathers are dear to her when she realizes they'll stay. She believes in them, enough to step back and allow them to make their own decisions in life when it comes down to it, instead of trying to always lead them. Really, she prefers more of a group consensus, but takes what role she's put into. While Fever is trying to do good, good is not always nice, and she tends to shoot first, ask questions later, or give out one warning before committing to the scorched earth option. The shortest distance between two points is a line, and her long term planning is a skill she's regaining along with her tattered memories. There's a streak of sincerity in her that comes from lacking prior contexts, able to just say what she means at times without getting tangled in too many hesitations.

That said, she's utterly ruthless when it comes to battle, truly coming alive in the heat of combat to a frightening degree and reveling in blood and carnage. Part of this is the Dark Urge that haunts her shadow, filling her with power to fight and equally powerful murderous fugues that she struggles to keep down and leashed. Though she may not remember all she's done in the past, she carries it on her back as her responsibility and burden, disquieted by who she is and seeking a release from it - or at least, permanent control over it, that the one who dominates in the end will be her, to use and indulge on her own terms. Her future is uncertain, but she's fighting for it all the same, and while she lacks a way forward with her personal problems, she can at least solve other people's issues in the meantime.

PERMISSIONS

open to: Canon, crosscanon, Tavs, OCs, literally anyone.
gen threads: ALWAYS beloved and my go-to for threading.
shipping: Pansexual. Canon and crosscanon accepted. Will ask before assuming shipping in a thread.
physical affection: Open to it, as long as she knows you are.
romantic affection: Fine with it. Not open to characters under 20.
sex: Yes. PM to discuss kinks if you prefer.
violence: Please talk to me for more than a minor scuffle. Fever is a casually violent person who escalates things, and a fight won't end until someone begs for mercy or stops breathing. Not opposed at all to her getting her ass kicked in return.
mindreading: Talk to me, it's an absolute mess in there.
ic boundaries: None.

canon compliance: Personal route choices here, no need to stick to them for PSL or memes. I defer to my thread partner.
backtags: Fine, I live off them. It's never too late to pick a thread up again, in my books!
fourthwall: Please don't.
ooc boundaries: Need warning for sexual assault/abuse. Hard no on graphic child death. If you're not sure, ask.

Comments

assorted facts.

[abhorrently]

• nearly always has some kind of snack on her, as her magic use tends to burn through her energy. also has an iron stomach and isn't picky, but does go for fruit if it's on offer.
• likes to read whatever she comes across in her travels, but doesn't always understand all the words, and asks others for definitions when possible. she's apt to downplay her own intelligence and actions unless it's related to magic or killing, being all too aware of her own limitations.
• has a good sense of humor, and is ready to commit to the bit whenever it's asked of her, even when she doesn't have the full context available.
• bears a number of scars apart from the one on her face. the majority are minor, or in the process of healing and fading, but there's a particularly nasty one on her abdomen thanks to a certain hackjob necromancer. she holds no self-consciousness about it - what's done is done.
• can do her eye makeup in any given reflective surface, and enjoys the ritual of it in the morning.
• liable to be a sucker for a pretty face. casual with physical and sexual affection, but far more careful when it comes to emotional commitment due to her many other issues.
• loves the rain, and will stay out in it until she's soaked to the skin if allowed.
• utilizing the headband of intellect as an aid to counter her brain fog and the worst of her headaches.