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Biblically accurate Catstarion
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JENNA ORTEGA for GQ
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hamelnsrat · 8 days ago
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A WRITING BLOG FOR REMY WEDLEDLE FROM LARIAN'S BALDUR'S GATE 3. follows back from @favoriteache.
full name: semara 'remy' wedledle age: lost track, forever 24 pronouns: she/they sexuality: bisexual species: deep gnome height: 3'5.5
facts:
remy never really felt at home in the underdark. the serious and cynical mood of her family made her feel out of place, and she soon decided her mission in life was to escape the mines to explore the world
armed with her flute, remy managed to reach what would later be known as baldur's gate, where she met the beautiful blaiseuse the coryphee... who decided that she needed someone to play some music while the rest of the spawns danced themselves to death
turned into a vampire spawn, she spent almost fifty years serving blaiseuse
when it became apparent that blaiseuse was going to die (read: it all went to shit, and the vampire was about to get herself killed), remy escaped through the sewers. terrified of going outside, she set up camp there.
she learned how to talk to rats during that time.
after multiple years of hiding, she decided that it was enough: she would go out! and she would finally live the adventure she had set out to live!
however nothing went to plan when she realized that 1. she couldn't exactly exist in the sun and 2. she hadn't spoken to humans in quite a while
she made some money working as entertainement in the different taverns of the city.
quite delusioned with her grand adventure, she took the decision to go back home, thinking life would be easier in a world of darkness. however, she never reached the underdark
instead, she met auntie ethel, who promised her a cure for vampirism.
of course, there was no cure, and yet again, she was being used to attract more innocent lives through tales of miracles. people would hear her songs in the taverns and would set out to discover for themselves whatever miracle she had sung about (the magic potion that makes someone fall in love! the great ring that will enhance your beauty! a mushroom to procreate a miracle baby!)
every night, auntie ethel would make her appear in a random tavern and before the first rays of the sun she would be transported back to the hag's home.
and it all went according to plan for a long, long, long time, until the nautiloid.
personality:
remy is a weird little person. in appearance, she looks as surly and sullen as the rest of her kind. but it doesn't take long to realize it's nothing more than an aesthetic (she seems very into the bg3 equivalent of goth culture <3)
she's a very flirty, amorous person. however, sadly for her, she isn't exactly enticing: she has two left feet, absolutely no self-control, and she isn't exactly the brighest lampshade of the neighborhood
the one thing she is good at is music. she wears a funny looking belt with her flutes attached to it, which she brandishes at every little inconvenience
though her singing is absolutely delightful, she has heard a fair amount of "shut up!!!!" because she has a bad habit of singing about. literally everything. all of the time
she isn't brave. actually, scratch that, she is a full-on coward. but she is loyal, and she will find a way to help, even if she has to run away screaming first
she was probably there when the saying "she lights up a room" was invented, and yes, it was about her
though she sings about her dreams of freedom and she seems to yearn for a grander life, it's also evident from her past adventures that she doesn't know what to do with herself. she isn't too sure about what it means to be separated from her community. even though she hasn't seen her family in literal centuries, and even though she hasn't been in the underdark for just as long, she's just like a rat without the rest of its mischief: unsure of her role, yearning for something more, unable to name it.
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