BASICS.
VEIL NAME: Serot Binu Napaut
SPIRIT NAME: Refhremmit
SOBRIQUET(S): The Saint Eternal; the Deathless Saint; Beetle Lord
TITLE(S): Hegemon of the Anactaci; Spiritual Advisor to the Monarch of Meket
RACE: Human
NATIONALITY: Meketi
ETHNICITY: Meketi
RELIGION: Soshist
BORN: -351 DR / REBORN: 1490 DR
GENDER: Demi man (he / they)
ORIENTATION: Panromantic pansexual
STATS*.
*as of lvl 12
STRENGTH: 8
DEXTERITY: 16 (+1)
CONSTITUTION: 14
INTELLIGENCE: 20 (+2)
WISDOM: 12
CHARISMA: 11
CLASS, FEATS, ETC.
LINEAGE: Reborn
BACKGROUND: Spirit Medium
CLASS: Ghul Lord; will eventually respec to Anactaci (Aritas)
DARK GIFT: Echoing Soul
FEAT(S): Linguist (Meketi, Midani, Common, Celestial, Abyssal, Infernal)
PERSONALITY.
ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Good
MBTI: ENFJ (Protagonist)
ENNEAGRAM: 1w9 (Idealist)
TEMPERAMENT: Phlegmatic
FLAME: Sun
APPEARANCE.
FACE: Rectangular in shape with a defined jaw and overbite
HAIR: Raven black with strands of silver; loosely curling, typically cut short
EYES: Honey brown in color; round and wide, framed by straight lashes
SKIN: Bronze toned, embellished with laugh lines and crow's feet
SCAR(S): A moderately thick scar cutting through the right side of his lips; a slash across his chest down to the abdomen
TATTOO(S): A rayed eye on the forehead (originally indigo, now luminous gold); a luminous golden band around the left ring finger; an indigo lotus on the throat; an indigo scarab on either palm; three indigo lines between the right eye and ear
HEIGHT: 5'7"
BUILD: Decidedly average, perhaps verging on trim; the build of a scholar, not warrior
MISCELLANEOUS: A line of luminous golden runes across his throat where a knife might run if it was slit
FACECLAIM: Rami Malek
BIOGRAPHY.
I'll put links to write-ups on Serot's other lifetimes here once I write them up.
OVER A THOUSAND YEARS AGO, a famine swept the young nation of Meket. Kheprer, strange beetles from the Negative Energy Plane, had somehow crossed over. They burrowed into the rich, black soil and sucked the very life from it. Though they moved slowly, they were indomitable, and their corruption was nearly impossible to cleanse. Crops failed, livestock withered, and people starved. Some said it was a punishment from the One Above for the death of the One Below. Other said it was a punishment from the One Below for going astray. Others still labeled it a conspiracy of this group or that. Whatever their origin, one thing was clear: they would quickly be Meket's ruin.
Serot was no more than a boy when they appeared. He belonged to a massive family, even by Meketi standards. Twenty siblings, forty-nine maternal relations, and nineteen paternal — all living as closely as possible. He loved it. But, the famine made it nearly impossible for them to feed everyone. No one wanted to part, but the alternative was starvation. The youngest children were fostered by relations or close neighbors. Those old enough to care for themselves found they must do so, though family made arrangements where possible.
Serot fell into the latter category. He was twelve years old when he found himself apprenticed to a ghul lord. As the death toll rose past what Meket could manage, so too did the restless dead. There were none better equipped to address this problem than ghul lords, whose number were then too few to meet demand. A few particularly skilled individuals were even able to ward off the kheprer (though nothing could be done once they had struck). His mistress was one such individual. He traveled with her across the country, learning the craft through practical application.
Whether by raw talent, firm dedication, or a combination of both, he proved uncommonly adroit. He innovated as he learned, thinking always of a way to end the famine and return to his family. Within eight years, he had managed it. The kheprer were creatures of negative energy. Manipulating that energy allowed him to command them. There was a limit to how many he could command and how he could direct them — he was yet young, after all — but it was the turning point.
Monarch Meresankh took notice. All resources were placed at his disposal to rid Meket of this menace. His first act was to trace the origin of these creatures as near as he could. They had burst from the earth in a small farming village, overwhelming the inhabitants and reducing it to a ghost town in a matter of days. No one had been brave enough to enter since. Serot set about investigating the ruins and questioning the dead. But, he did so with uncommon compassion. He squared away any unfinished business or promised to. He prepared their bodies and buried them with respect. He gave them peace in their deathly torment.
It was this that caught the eye of Refhremmit. The spirit of that small land was the only being left to mourn them. Though sickly themself with the kheprer's rot, they honored the dead who, in life, had honored them. They communicated with Serot at first indirectly. They led him to particular places, sent him signs, gave him tests, watched him. Satisfied as to his character, they finally entered his dreams. An agreement was made. If he would lead the kheprer there, Refhremmit would lend their power to bind them. There was no guarantee it would work, but it was their only chance.
Serot then set out to gather every willing ghul lord. Together, they shepherded the kheprer toward the town, and there they were bound. Not gone but finally contained. Priests came behind to cleanse the land and get food growing again. It would take time to heal from the damage, but at least it had become possible. Serot was appointed the Spiritual Advisor to Monarch of Meket, and became a living legend.
His experiences during the famine and its aftermath had shaped him, however. Particularly the loss of his family who, by the time he was able to return, were dead or scattered. He founded the Anactaci: an order of priestly necromancers who would shepherd the dead, comfort the living, and commune with all souls and spirits. He broke ground on the first and grandest City of Eternity, which would house the dead, over the ruins of Refhremmit's town, and the kheprer were set as eternal tomb guardians.
But, the deeper Serot delved into this work, the more his health suffered. It was not merely stress that affected him but the Plane of Death itself. The more he called on it, the more it drained his life. All the more when Meresankh made an ill-fated choice, and Serot bound their souls in an attempt to save them. Refhremmit helped him counter this by deepening their bond, twining them closer til they were almost indistinguishable, but even that could only do so much. Finally, Refhremmit proposed that Serot should truly join with them. Let their spirits merge. Let Serot be freed from earthly trials. Together, they would guard the Cities of Eternity and shepherd souls onto the afterlife. This would mean his death, but he was already dying. What sweeter rest than that in the arms of one who loved you well? In a ritual combining both marital and funerary rites, he gave himself to Refhremmit.
The outcome was not what they had anticipated. Rather than merge, they were tethered. Serot's soul was unable to pass on; one half was tied to Meresankh and the other to Refhremmit. Thus he has been reincarnated repeatedly throughout the ensuing centuries. He has been every combination of gender identity, social class, profession, fortune imaginable. Sometimes famous, sometimes obscure, sometimes tragic, sometimes triumphant: the only true constant has been Refhremmit.
As Refhremmit has accompanied all of his lives, so have they accompanied all of his deaths. At last, they exerted all of their power over the bond to affect the cycle of reincarnation. It could not be broken but Serot could be reborn. In the body from his first life (with only a few alterations) and all the grave goods Refhremmit deemed necessary, he awoke blinking beneath the Faerûnian sun.
Alas there is always a catch. He remembers he is from Meket on the continent of Zakhara. He remembers he is (was?) a member of the Anactaci. He remembers a cool voice calling him Serot. All else is hazy. He was nabbed by the Nautiloid shortly after and infested with a tadpole. As he seeks to unravel the mystery of the Absolute, he must likewise unravel the mystery of his identity.
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I ran out of juice to finish Shianni's page, but this is what I've done today:
updated the muses page, so there's a little bit of info on each muse + preferred pronouns and content warnings, and there are direct links to different verses for those who have them. So all of the information for the BG3 verses will be on a separate page, and there's no need to read their DA pages to understand the character.
written a small BG3 verse for Merrill as well.
restructured the muse info pages a little so it's easier to get a quick idea of the characters without reading the whole thing.
added links to some important headcanons on the muse pages
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