#mythrae's oc

[mythrae]

now that’s just fuckin rude

[monolithtk]

Art summary 🐰❤️

[uraalice]

aegis family

[flershnork]

I really appreciate how the Xenoblade community looked at the XC2 party photo in XC3 and decided that this is not Rex's harem, this is absolutely a polycule.

[noxyfied]

Yumeship/selfship commissions I got #3!

This is quite a lot from the same artists:

@El_Omar2203 (Twitter/bsky)

And hey I even included mythra there for some fun! How cool is that~

Just random cute pics I felt like having because this persons art is gorgeous~

[sapphiclassywings]

A truly wonderful gift for my birthday by my internet wife @pepperedappels 💖💖💖💖💖💖

It combines my 3 favorite things, star wars, dark crystal, and gays😍💘

@thanatasia thank you so much for lending your talanted hand and doing a absolutely fantastic job creating this.👏

[soutakuphi]

Drew a xenoblade oc that is a mythrakid concept i had for a 3 postgame fanfiction i didnt manage to finish, so might as well show how he would have been.

He was trained by Zeke so rip being normal. ill do more details on him later.

[saline-coelacanth]

After procrastinating it for a while, I finally got around to drawing some basic references for my Zeke in 3 au, so here they are

I also figured posting them now would be nice since I just posted Chapter 3 of the fic a few days ago which is also the chapter where Milton is introduced so yeah.

[fumikomiyasaki]

Time to bring back some old ocs but also add a new to my ZZZ ocs

Faction: Jaded Diamonds

Organization type:  Fashion Design Label

Aesthetic:  Ethereal, Fashion oriented, Gemstone like

Allied Factions: Saberline, Stars of Lyra, 

Activities: Making clothing, Modelling, 

Members:

Name: Opal Diamond

Gender: Male

Species:  Silver Wolf Thiren

Agent Rank: S

Role: Anomaly

Element: Physical

Weapon:  Two Thin Needle blades with ropes on the end

Opal grew up that one Kid where the other Siblings overshadowed him… and each time he created something like a new outfit or making a blanket fry them via Sewing… his parents brushed it off… he didn’t know why at first… why his parents were like this to him… until he grew a bit older and overheard that his mom had an affair and he is the only son that isn’t a kid of both of them… and the main topic of fighting for them… hence they decided to ignore him instead of tending to him… Eventually once he understood it, he accepted being the outcast… there were benefits to it, like being left alone to do whatever he wants… instead of living up to expectations… Yet even then… part of himself still wanted to show his parents he could do well without them…

Even then he was always a bit of a loner except for one persistent friend who always was interested in what he was making… that friend being Sylva… an orphaned person he only knew fleetingly over the top story of making a fortune just by finding a Lottery ticket… Now being one of the youngest rich in New Eridu. They both already talked early about the idea of how fashion in this town felt all over the place and some were not even inspired with a few exceptions… and how they both wanted to change the industry by making their own brand… however, while Sylvas eyes were hopeful… Opals journey there… was one where he had no other choice… he wanted out of his family… he wanted to make it big… he wanted to realize his dream… no matter the costs.

And so while they used Sylvas money to build up the studio and gather people to help them all… Opal noticed her habit of spending a bit too much, of being more reckless and even if he spoke up about it, she was sure “some things were necessary”. Opal meanwhile encountered a certain group who also overheard his talents in precise creating of clothing… giving him a challenge… to recreate a jacket they have and see if he can make it without it seeming like a Knock off… he agreed just for the challenge alone yet… After he was done, their leader smirked. “Say young one, how about we make a deal?”

He didn’t know yet the group he got involved with was criminal… selling counterfeits on the market however he also continued to help them out in a way of getting the earnings for their company, covering it up to Sylva as doing commissions for other people to get some extra money… Eventually Sylva brought in Mythra and Gilly as Designers who also could model till their Label grows bigger. And so Jaded Diamonds was born… under Opal keeping his secrets to have the safety of keeping the company… 

Opal never really knew much despite having Sylva around. mostly because a lot of things in his life… never felt genuine… he felt he was just pitied… just accepted… it's rare to see him laugh or smile… he is always focused on work and work alone… at the expense of his own health… worse than that, he has had an illness since he was young that always makes him sneeze and grow weak at times… often calling himself a walking Corpse at this point yet… he still continues on… in hopes to show his Family out of spite how far he can come…. and in hopes to eventually find that spark, that muse that will make him feel whole again.

Favourites

Favourite Food: Pho and Biryani

Favourite Drink: Strong Coffee

Favourite *Drink* :  Sangria 

 Ice Cream Flavour:  Banana 

Music Genre:  Drum and bass

Movie Genre:  Western movies

Weather:  Winter

Holiday: Silvester

Pet:  Seahorses

Time of day: Night

Sport: Barely do them but… Biking

Theme park ride: Mirror mazes

Gemstone: Opal

Color: Silver

Flowers: Zinnias

Favorite game genre: He doesn’t really game

Sexuality: Gay

Alignment: Neutral evil

Favorite pizza type: Chicago style

Favorite school subject: The workshop subjects 

Birthday: November 29th

Name: Sylva Mercury

Gender: Trans MTF (not fully transitioned)

Species: Human

Agent Rank: A

Role: Defense

Element: Ether

Weapon:  Gauntlets with small golden knives

Known as the Vice manager now of the Jaded Diamonds, Sylva started off with parents living a more small and humble life… until more of the hollows emerged and eventually… She landed in new Eridu but without her parents… alone only to orient to an “Uncle” of the family… It took a while for her to really accept the situation yet in her unfortunate situation she also got lucky… finding a lottery ticket while going to school…. one that granted her and her Uncle a huge fortune… making her one of the youngest richest in the town… Since then she told herself to not look back and do what makes her happy… with first being changing herself to the person she wanted to be. The reason she did approach Opal despite him keeping Distance from others was her feeling if he himself has some inner Demons he is carrying… and so she wanted to take some burdens off him, it seemed fun to bother him, it seemed like he needed a person that kept him motivated… And also she herself needed a goal in life, given the situation of the world made it hard to retire on a private island when she is older in her eyes, she wanted to show off to the world her sense of style… even if it's a chaotic one… After all she is one of the few who wanted to bring “Clown core” into fashion… for a girl as small as her Sylva does pack quite a punch though… not only cause she trains martial arts on the side… but also cause she is pretty good at finding the right way of keeping others unable to insult her. 

However even if she usually acts as a motivation to others around her, there is always a hint of her wanting to keep things as they are so it's more comfortable for her… and small changes upset her very quickly… if they don’t contribute to something fun but make things more complicated… Nowadays she moved out of her Uncle's home, cause she felt he only wanted to live off her money as well… living in her own penthouse near the Saberline members… But even then she isn’t really Subtle about what she is, wearing gold fancy clothing and enjoying her trips to different parties in town. 

She however has some Gambling habits where she does enjoy going to auctions to gain things as well as playing local card games, which is part of the troubles Opal talks about in her spending investments more recklessly… Hence she is also the trouble child of the group. 

Favourites

Favourite Food: Roasted Fish, Shish Kebabs,

Favourite Drink: Coconut Juice,

Favourite *Drink* :  Pina Colada, Bahama mama

 Ice Cream Flavour:  Mango

Music Genre:  Jazz and R&B

Movie Genre: Beach themed movies anything really, and occasional Documentaries

Weather:  Sunny

Holiday: Spring break (if it counts)

Pet:  Tigers and Cheetahs

Time of day:  Sunset

Sport: Volleyball

Theme park ride: Crazy houses to explore

Gemstone:  Ruby

Color: Gold and Purple 

Flowers: Tulips

Favorite game genre: Stuff close to GTA and fighting games

Sexuality: Pomosexual

Alignment: True Neutral

Favorite pizza type: New York pizza

Favorite school subject: Literature

Birthday: April 3rd

Name: Mythra Cenov

Gender: Female

Species:  Human

Agent Rank: S

Role: Anomaly

Element: Fire

Weapon:  Two Fans for dancing

Mythras parents had her at quite a young age… her father owned a Dancing school while her mom was its best dancer. Yet even if they had a dream of making this school something special in New Eridu… the costs grew more and more in the area they lived in and the family struggled with Money… Mythra set herself to train hard and join some dance contests in hopes to gain prize money, to help her parents out… until eventually one Dance show she caught the eye of Sylva… who was betting one which dancer would win this… eventually making it a benefit for the both of them sharing their bets as Mythra won it… this was how Mythra was involved into Opal and Sylvas plans to create the Jaded Diamonds… given she made all her dancing outfits herself not having the money, she was one of the perfect designers and models to add to this company… and to her it was also a chance to make more money to help her parents… and so the flirty temptress became their export in making gala dresses and fancy clothes… 

Mythra has quite the temperament and does well to fire against others who try to push them down, plus she can be quite vengeful if you do try to actively harm her or her reputation… it is best to not make her your enemy… She has not only looks but she has also been in the past in school one who was just really well at working with machines, fixing bangboos herself and doing well at solving things if something needs to be fixed.

She has not much shame in what she is wearing and usually goes more daring with her designs, as well as likes to give advice to others to get a date… as she has been on her fair share of them but always felt she deserved something better. Mythra has the vibes of this friend that will drag you to sleepovers with Spin the bottle, read magazines and gossip… however also will listen to your issues. According to some her taste in men is an odd one, dating a clown before.

Favourites

Favourite Food: Mousse au Chocolat, Tiramisu

Favourite Drink:  Berry juice, 

Favourite *Drink* :  Red wine 

 Ice Cream Flavour:  Mint Chocolate

Music Genre:  Very versatile in her taste but usually Music good for dance

Movie Genre: Teen Dramas

Weather:  Calm cloudy days

Holiday: Valentines day

Pet: Cats and Swans

Time of day: Evening

Sport: Dancing, Zumba, 

Theme park ride: Boat rides

Gemstone: Jade

Color: Green and red

Flowers: White Roses

Favorite game genre: Dating sims

Sexuality: Bisexual

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Favorite pizza type: Margherita

Favorite school subject: Chemistry

Birthday: February 24th

Name: Gilly Medeon

Gender: Nonbinary

Species: Spider thiren

Agent Rank: A

Role:  Stun

Element: Ice

Weapon:  Kendama

Gilliam Medeon grew up a street kid, their dad a pubsec officer, their mom died thanks to a car accident… yet they appreciated how much their dad did to let them be themselves and express what they are… when they were young in school they had a small band with friends which was called “Neon Velocity”  being the Drummer of said band, however the never really were satisfied staying that way, sure they had fun making the outfits for their stage appearances but… they always felt they would be in the back and unrecognized… Eventually Sylva Dragged Opal to one of their gigs to get him out for a gig and Gilly was so set on trying to get Opal to smile or lighten up somewhat but… without success… Sylva made a compliment on their clothing and as they mentioned the made them themselves the two were already looking at another, they might have found their 4th member. Gilly is used to some people being weirded out by them as a Spider thiren, avoiding their eyes but even then, they do feel proud about how they look… the tattoos being part of how proud they are… they also were the one who suggested basing their outfits on Ethereals…  as their ideas often are listened too when picking things for shows cause they think out of the box… they also are in charge of all the Nail art for photoshoots and selling nails for the company. 

Gilly is really good at reading people and recognizing their connections with another… spotting people crushing on others, giving Mythra and Sylva a lot of tea to gossip about but they also feel hatred and other feelings as well… they are pretty good at climbing buildings and parcouring as well… doing it as a hobby between their job. 

Favourites

Favourite Food: Kuai Tiao, Chicken wings

Favourite Drink:Energy drinks in any variants

Favourite *Drink* :  Mixed Cola beverages

 Ice Cream Flavour:  Strawberry

Music Genre:  Punk and Alt rock

Movie Genre: Tragedy and Hero movies

Weather:  Windy

Holiday: Halloween

Pet: Scorpions

Time of day: Morning

Sport: Acrobatics, Climbing

Theme park ride: Bungee rides

Gemstone: Rose Quartz

Color: Pink and blue

Flowers: Gladiolus

Favorite game genre: Racing games, beat em up games

Sexuality: Pansexual

Alignment: Good Neutral

Favorite pizza type:  Spinnach

Favorite school subject: Sports

Birthday: February 4th

[mythrae-writes]

Killing Me Softly

Rugan/Darcy (Tav) | 3.1k words | 18+/mdni

huge s/o to @my-favourite-zhent and @fistfuloftarenths for beta reading and just helping me get the words I wanna write out of my mouth!

Chapter One: Stranger To My Eye

After a run-in with the Zhentarim, Darcy realizes that her actions have dire consequences.

Darcy thought making her way through the Risen Road would be easy. Couple of tough creatures here and there, but the loot would be worth it, and her party could head towards Moonrise Towers with ease. 

Boy, was she wrong.

Standing in gnoll and hyena guts, she silently prayed to no particular god that none of the other members of the pack were still alive. She highly doubted it, though. The gnoll leader herself was slaughtering her own kind before she ultimately ended herself, thanks to the tadpoles they had in their brains. Thankfully, the only sounds Darcy heard were from her own companions, recovering from the fight. It wasn’t an easy one, and she knew they’d need to take a short rest soon.

“Astarion, what are you whining about now?” Shadowheart groaned, rolling her eyes as she reached out to the vampire with a healing spell.

“Ugh!” He cried out, “Darcy just got me these boots and now they’re absolutely soaked in gnoll blood.”

“I would’ve thought you’d enjoy that.”

“Not if the blood's old or staining my clothes!”

“The river’s just south from here.” Karlach pointed, “Want to go wash them off real quick?”

“I think we all need a good wash.” Darcy looked at herself, blood splattered all over her clothes. “We’re looking pretty rough.”

But before she could take a step further, she heard a man’s rugged voice calling to her from the cavern.

“By the Gods!” He shouted, a wave of relief lingering in his voice, “You’re a sweet sight.”

Darcy turned around to face him, the gnoll guts squelching under her boots as her hand instinctively grabbed for her bow and pulled it taut, arrow nocked and ready to be released. She feared that another enemy had approached their party, someone who wanted to take advantage of them while they were still licking their wounds.

But as the man fully came into view, she was pleasantly surprised.

Very pleasantly surprised.

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Read Chapter 2 here!

Click here to read the rest on AO3! :)

[cosmicnightfell]

Some other old WIPs I will never finish. The first one is my tabletop character and the second is Pyra and Mythra from Xenoblade. It was supposed to be a thing for my husband oops.

[mythrae]

An Appalling Ally

Summary: Orin the Red reveals to Lord Enver Gortash how she got rid of her competition as Bhaal's Chosen.

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: 18+ (minors do not interact), discussion of graphic depictions of violence, non-consensual, incest, also some light smut

Author's Notes:

Not beta'd so please be kind

Thank you to everyone who read the first part! 🫶🏻🥹✨ love u

Please pay attention to warnings I listed, I know these topics can be very triggering!

Click to read Part One here!

Click to read on AO3 here!

“WHAT IN THE NINE HELLS DID YOU DO TO HER?”

Lord Enver Gortash stood and banged his fists on his wooden desk, knocking over his wine-filled chalice. The deep red liquid bled on the table and spilled to the floor, dripping on the feet of Orin the Red. She stood patiently, a grotesque smile stretched across her face.

She had summoned herself to his study, upsetting his guards as she broke into Wyrm's Crossing late in the evening under the guise of a fan-girl, seeking the soon-to-be Archduke's affections. When he had invited her in, hoping for a little amusement from the halfling, she had transformed in front of him, showing her true self — and her true intentions for gaining an audience with him.

“I told you, Little Tyrant. I simply got rid of her.” She replied with a smirk. “And so I am here to fulfill my duties as Bhaal’s newest chosen, including helping you and Ketheric enslave the Elder Brain with the Crown of Karsus.”

He reached over his desk and grabbed the changeling’s shoulders. “Mythrae has been missing for days, Orin. Where is she?” He shouted at the woman in front of him, his fingernails digging into her pale, marbled skin.

“Now now, no need to get so hasty!” She laughed, shrugging his hands off and flashing her ring of teleportation to him. “If things get too out of hand, I have my grandfather's gift, hm? So let’s try and be more… civil, shall we?”

His face turned to stone as he sat back in his seat. He knew he had to take control of his temper, or the little minx would be out of his grasp. He already detested her, from what Mythrae has spoken of her sister, but actually working with her sounded abhorrent to the Chosen of Bane.

But how else was he going to find his betrothed?

"Speak, Orin. Tell me where she is."

“Oh, but that would be no fun, wouldn’t it?” She asked, placing her hands on the table. “It would be more thrilling for me to show you instead.”

The stench of death and blood filled Gortash’s nostrils as she leaned in close to him, her blackened lips dangerously close to his own. Her eyes, fully white, looked at him like a piece of meat, asking to be devoured by her alone.

Gods, what a truly vile creature.

He waved his hand at her, reclining back in his chair and opening the space between them. “Fine, have it your way. Show me what happened.”

“With pleasure.” She sneered. “I’ll put on quite a show for you, Enver.”

“Don’t call me that.” He nearly spat. “It’s Lord Gortash to you.”

“Whatever you say, Little Lordling.”

Orin's body started to transform, the sound of her bones cracking and skin shifting making Gortash feel uneasy. She was truly a lover of the macabre and grotesque, and loved putting on quite a disgusting show whenever she morphed herself. Before long, he saw she had become a reflection of himself.

"Remember that letter you wrote to her? After the two of you stole the Crown of Karsus?" She asked, his own voice filling his study.

Gortash nodded. Yes, he remembered. It was the last correspondence he had with Mythrae.

"Well, what you had written was very lovely, but I had to make some... changes, you see. Put my own spin on it." His reflection, controlled by Orin herself, paced around his desk as he spoke.

"What did you tell her?"

"There was no way I could get her alone up here," she gestured out to the window behind Gortash, the city still alive so late in the night, "so I told her to meet me — or I guess, you — in the Temple of Bhaal. Oh, and she looked rather ravishing. Of course, she would if she was planning on seeing her betrothed..."

So she knows, he thought to himself, and that's why she's acting this way.

"My dearest kin looked too exquisite, you see," Orin continued, "I just couldn't keep my hands to myself."

The tyrant's stone face quickly changed to one of worry. “What… what did you do to her?”

“Patience, patience, patience, boy!” Orin growled at him, “Now, where was I…”

Enver’s composure with the changeling was wearing thin, his fingers anxiously tapping on his desk while straightening out his back.

“Ah, yes! When I had Mythrae all to myself at the Temple of Bhaal. If only her guard was higher, hm? She wouldn't have been such an easy whore for me."

“You did not…” He started, struggling to find the words he wanted to say.

“Oh, yes I did!” She cut him off before he found his voice. "And you should have heard her cries for help, they were quite lovely!”

He watched as his reflection reached for their head, the sick sound of cracking neck bones pounding against his eardrums, and now his lover stood before him.

“Gortash, no! Please, stop! It hurts!” He heard Mythrae’s voice leaving the changeling's lips.

He could feel his anger boiling through his entire body as the sound of her voice filled his thoughts.

“Enough of this!" He yelled, his tapping fingers now balling into a fist. "Tell me where she is!”

“What, you don’t want to hear more about how you deflowered her?” Orin teased, taking her arms and pushing everything off of Gortash's desk. She laid her body — Mythrae's body — on top of it, lying back like she was relaxing in a field of flowers.

“How I plucked all her petals using your body, like a child to a daisy," she reached up and pulled at the air with her fingers, "pluck, pluck, pluck, until I made a mess of her? The audience truly loved the show!"

"I wish to hear of no such horrendous things. I only want to know where Mythrae is." He repeated his request, doing all that he could to hold back his rage for the Bhaalspawn.

"Oh, if only you could have seen her face, Gortash." She drabbled on, ignoring him. "The look of betrayal she gave me when I had her trapped on Bhaal's altar, how her face contorted in pain when I first ent-"

"What happened to her? Out with it!"

“And when I could use her no more, after she was spent," Orin pulled out a short sword, tainted dark red, "I took my very favorite blade, and sliced her head right open!”

Gortash froze in his seat, processing the words she spoke.

Did Orin... kill her?

"Oh, and her blood was so warm as I felt it spill out of her skull. Delicious indeed. A moment I will cherish with my very favorite blood-kin!"

He still was at a complete loss for words, staring at Mythrae's form lying in front of him.

"... though it is a shame, really." She tutted while toying with her blade. "She was no true Chosen if she was able to let you in and distract herself from her real purpose. I will not be as easily swayed, Lord Gortash." Her skin began to shift once more, the changeling back in her original form as she sat up on his desk, spreading her legs wide open for him.

In some grotesque form of seduction, she placed the blade of her short sword in between her legs and rubbed it against her armored mound. Gortash watched as her fingers tightened around the hilt as she moaned dramatically, getting off from the pressure on her arousal, as well as the eyes of the dark haired man watching her.

Vile, wretched woman.

"As if I would ever bed with someone like you." He uttered as he looked away, disgusted at the slightest thought of touching her skin in any sort intimate way.

"I have my ways, Little Tyrant." She hissed in disapproval, turning away from him and sliding her body off his desk. "If I could take your pretty little wife all to myself, I can take you, too."

In that moment, Lord Enver Gortash lost all control.

“Fuck you, Orin." His words were filled with poison, "You are no true Chosen of Bhaal. You’re an imposter!”

“Angry, are we?" Orin laughed, licking the essence of her arousal off her blade. "Be careful now, for we need to work together. Unless you think that I should become the Archduchess? You and I would have so much fun together."

In a fit of rage, Gortash reached for chalice on the floor and threw it at the dastardly changeling. Before the glass left his hands, Orin already had her fingers wrapped around her ring, and he heard the glass shattering into pieces against the wall.

With a displeased sigh, he fell back in his chair, still in shock of it all. Being forced to work with Orin the Red. His future as the Archduke potentially at risk. His woman, his love, his equal stolen from him.

He didn’t even know if she was alive, though he assumed if Orin got her hands on her, she was as good as gone.

He filled his head with thoughts of her, in much happier times. The first time he saw her, when he had completely bewitched him by her looks alone. When they kissed for the first time, right in his office. When he first told her that he loved her, the way her eyes sparkled — one red and one grey — as she repeated his words back to him. That night when they looked over Baldur's Gate as he slid the ring on her finger, when she had promised herself to him.

They were supposed to rule together. They were supposed to have a family together. But now, it was as good as gone.

Gortash was not a crying man. Being a politician, he kept most of his emotions locked away. And even then, he never liked to shed tears, for he felt it was a sign of weakness in a man.

Tonight, he cried. Oh, hells, he cried.

Tomorrow, it would be back to business as usual. He had a plan, after all, and although he needed the help of Orin the Red, he intended to follow through. He would not become a failure like so many others before him.

But for now, he wept in his chair as the new moon rose above the city, mourning the loss of his one true love.

[amasdoodles]

one thing to know about me is i love ballet, and i will indulge that love if anyone gives me an excuse to so! balaerra, as mythra, the queen of the willis from the ballet giselle, bc @thesolemnhour was very nice and was assigning variations and ballerina's to ppls ocs. here's balaerra's!

[voloslobotomyservice]

BG3 Tav Backstory Bash by Kelandrin

This is a challenge to help people flesh out their Tav's backstory by exploring their past. It is organized into four sections with seven prompts. You can treat this as a monthly challenge or a general project. You can write headcanons, fics, or share art based on the prompts! You can interpret the prompts however you want. If you want to share use the tag #bg3backstorybash

thank you for the tags @rolansrighthorn @charmedcleric @jessfromouterspace @lolthslover @auspex-author ‼️

I asked you guys who I should feature in this post and my girl Mythrae got the most votes! She is my first durge so she's a bit special to me and I'm very glad she was chosen :) some of these questions might have slightly alternate answers bc they don’t exactly fit in her timeline but I’m excited to participate either way! there are a couple triggering sections that have been labeled, so please read with caution!

(I’m too scared to tag anyone in this lol)

Part One: Baby

Parent(s):

Being the child of Bhaal’s own flesh and blood, she is a Bhaalspawn. But as far as who raised her? Well, that would be none other than Lua’nna Helvitlar, a Seldarine drow wizard who fled from Menzoberranzen many years ago.

She fled the city and Lolth due to her brother’s wrongful death, and she found employment with Ramazith Firesinger in Baldur’s Gate.

Birth:

Not much is known about Mythrae’s birth, but in the year 1353, Lua’nna found her as an infant in the sewers of Baldur’s Gate with a piece of paper with just her name (yeah I did this with Salome too I’m unoriginal). Not wanting a drow child to get in the wrong hands and become a servant of Lolth, she rescued the infant and brought her home.

First Word/Tantrum/When They First Walked/First Sickness

Her first word was “mama,” which Lua’nna was overjoyed with. Definitely cried happy tears for hours on end.

She was a well-behaved toddler, who was also very inquisitive and ask a lot of questions. The tantrums she would have would usually be because she got an answer she didn’t like (ex. “Mummy, why can’t the sun stay up all day?” “Why does it get cold outside?”).

Mythrae took her first steps after living with Lu’anna for 10 months, while they were playing together. Lua’nna most definitely cried the rest of the day over it.

She got a cold when she was a toddler, and her mother was worried sick she would pass from her virus. She was sick for two weeks, but with Lua’nna’s thorough care, she made a full recovery.

Part Two: Childhood

Friends:

Mythrae was born with heterochromia (one grey eye and one red eye) and was bullied for it (also for being a drow — they have a bad rep on the surface after all), so it was hard to make friends in school. There was one other drow boy in her class, Kalandrin, who would defend her from these bullies. They became fast friends and stayed close even into their teenage years. (Kalandrin would become her dream visitor later down the line)

Siblings:

Mythrae did not have any other siblings, the only family she had was her adopted mother (and Bhaal plus his spawn ofc but it’s not like she knew that at the time)

Getting Into Trouble:

For the most part, Mythrae was a very well behaved child. But as she began to discover her affinity for magic, especially storm sorcery, she would sometimes pull pranks on Lua’nna that would result in her being punished (ex. putting a cloud over mom’s head and causing it to rain while she was in the garden, using a lightning bolt to help speed up cooking, etc). Sometimes she tried to do these out of a genuine desire to help around the house, but other times… not so much

Birthday:

Though Lua’nna doesn’t know Mythrae’s actual birthday, they celebrate her “gotcha” day on the 7th of Eleasis (equivalent of August in Earth months)

Games/Learning Something New:

Mythrae wasn’t huge on games (unless it was something thought-provoking like chess lol)

Being an inquisitive child, she enjoyed school and learning. Lua’nna, being a studious wizard, helped Mythrae with her schoolwork and also taught her about the many intricacies of magic. She also taught her about the history of drow, which was left out of schoolbooks, because she did not want her child to fall down the wrong path and become a servant of Lolth.

Trauma:

In her dreams (or night terrors?), a large skeleton head or ghastly creature would visit her and tell her to kill everyone she knows and anyone that gets in her way, for her father’s sake. These visions scared her greatly, and made it hard for her to want to fall asleep. Usually, Lua’nna would have to sleep in the same bed as her so that Mythrae felt safe.

Part Three: Teenager

⚠️ TW - mentions of canon-relevant violence and suicidal thoughts ⚠️

First Love:

Over the years, Mythrae developed deep feelings for Kalandrin. Looking back, she suspected he may have felt similar feelings for her, but they never acted on them and thus were never romantically involved. But they were very close, and they even got matching tattoos on their face and neck.

Rebellion/Running Away:

Not long after her thirteenth birthday, the nightmares consuming her were all too powerful, affecting her mood and thought process. She became very anxious that these urges would soon take over, and she would hole herself in her room, away from others. Sometimes she would find herself arguing with Lua’nna, too afraid to confide in her about the visions she was having. This did drive a wedge in their mother/daughter relationship, and Lua’nna tried to chalk it up to typical teenaged hormones.

Otherwise, there wasn’t any specific rebellion or running away that she would do.

Reckless Behavior:

One fateful night, the urges finally took over and she had her first killing spree. First, she stabbed Lua’nna to death while she was sleeping in her bed. She then left their house in the Upper City, electrocuting any passerby that crossed her path. She snuck into Kalandrin’s house by climbing into his bedroom window. She had planned to stab him as well, yet he was awake in his room, reading a book. He thought that she was finally confessing her love for him, but instead, she cut his head off, keeping it as a prize for herself.

Her urge faded as she held Kalandrin’s head in her hands. Appalled by the grotesque scene, she quickly dropped his head, fleeing his bedroom as fast as she could. She didn’t stop running until she was at the docks of the Grey Harbor, debating whether or not she should let herself drown for her crime.

Peer Pressure:

While she was debating whether she should jump into the harbor, Sceleritas Fel arrived, telling Mythrae that everything would be fine, that she was destined to become a cold-blooded killer for her father, Bhaal. He pressured her away from committing suicide, and instead, starting her life anew in the Temple of Bhaal. Knowing that her reputation would be tarnished come morning if she didn’t go with him, she accepted, following him back into the sewers where her mother found her so many years ago.

Taking Responsibility:

In a way, Mythrae never publicly took responsibility for the lives she took that night. If anything, she was encouraged to continue her slaughtering, which she did to please Bhaal. But internally, she knew that she had wronged them — and so many people after — and she hated herself for it. She secretly wished for her old life back, and that her urges could fade away into nothing.

Part Four: Adulthood

⚠️ TW - mentions of rape/sexual assault ⚠️

BEFORE THE NAUTILOUD…

Serious Relationships:

Her first and only serious relationship was with Lord Enver Gortash, who had approached her about hatching a plan between the Chosen of the Dead Three. He had a charm about him that immediately drew her in, and they fell for each other quite quickly while working together to enslave the Elder Brain. He had even proposed to her with a ring she wore throughout most of the game events.

Their “First Time”:

Mythrae has pledged herself to celibacy until Bhaal instructed her to sire a new Bhaalspawn, originally planned to be with Gortash. However, Orin had disguised herself as the Chosen of Bane and attacked Mythrae, taking her virginity in the Temple of Bhaal before knocking her unconscious with her blade.

Work:

Up until Orin had attacked her, Mythrae was the leader of the Church of Bhaal, acting as the High Priestess over the congregation, preaching her father's word and leading various rituals.

Leaving Home:

A bit unique for Mythrae, considering it wasn’t her choice to leave home in the first place. She had no intention of ever leaving Baldur’s Gate or the Temple of Bhaal. So, when she woke up on the Nautiloud flying through the Hells, she knew something wasn’t right and that (at bare minimum) she was not meant to be here.

Aging:

Mythrae never really gave much of a thought to her age. She was young for an elf (around 139), and since elves can live for hundreds of years past that, she knew she had plenty of time to live a full life (devoted to Bhaal).

Finding Your Place

Mythrae was made to believe that the Temple of Bhaal was her place. That she would spend the rest of her days here, following every command her father gave to her. Thought she thought that maybe, just maybe, she was destined to do more with her life.

Starting A Family (Found or Otherwise)

She found family with the other Bhaalspawn in the Temple, however, her relationship with her siblings was very strained. They all wanted to be their father's favorite, especially Orin, who did not think Mythrae was worthy of her title.

Of course, she had planned to have Gortash as her husband when he became Archduke of Baldur's Gate so they could rule together, and also produce as many Bhaalspawn as father desired. Then, Mythrae was to kill Gortash, and become the rightful ruler of the city.

DURING GAME/AFTER THE ELDER BRAIN…

Serious Relationships:

After she escaped the Nautiloud, Mythrae didn't even give any thought to a potential serious relationship, as she was just trying to survive. However, she and Astarion grew very close, sharing similar traumas and feelings about the world. She didn't judge him for being a vampire, and he didn't judge her for the murderous urges, even after she tried to kill him. Their relationship further blossomed into a deep bond and they helped each other become better throughout their journey.

Their “First Time”:

Her first time (that wasn’t part of a planned attack) didn’t even happen until Act 3 with Astarion, after they had defeated Cazador for good. He had tried to seduce her before (Act 1 romance scene), but the trauma of her previous attack prevented her from moving forward, which the memory of it was explicitly shown to Astarion via tadpole connection.

But by the time Cazador was defeated, both of them felt comfortable and ready to share their first time with each other at his gravestone (and it was great. might write about it someday)!

Work:

After she rejected Bhaal, Mythrae found herself with nowhere to go. So, she and Astarion begin life in the Underdark together as mercenaries for hire. With her powerful spells and his sharpshooter skills, they become infamous throughout the land, with some Lolth-sworn drow ending up on the hunt after them. But as long as they have each other, they’ll be more than happy.

Leaving Home:

It wasn’t the easiest decision, but Mythrae's biggest concern is Astarion living somewhere where he did not have to worry about the sun scorching his skin, so she told him that she would be willing to leave Baldur's Gate to be with him in the Underdark, where he would be safe.

Aging:

Nowadays, the thought of her aging comes up a bit more often. She knows that she can still live for hundreds of years with Astarion by her side, but at the same time, one day she will die, and he will live on without her. But she doesn't want him to think about it yet, so she tells herself it's a conversation they'll have further down the line.

Finding Your Place:

At first, Mythrae was cautious to move to the Underdark with Astarion, truth be told. Lua’nna had never taken her there, though she shared her stories of her adventures down there. The only time she had gone were with her other companions on the way to Baldur’s Gate, and it was… a bit much, truth be told. But with her love by her side, they are able to find a home to make their own, getting into the routine of mercenary work and traveling through the lands to find any vampires that might need their help.

Starting A Family (Found or Otherwise):

To her, the party members she’d grown so close to over so little time had become her found family. Sure, she and Astarion may not be able to see them as often as they’d like, but they continue to gather every six months so they can catch up on their lives and remember the good (and bad) times. Mythrae also kept correspondence with Gale often, as he is researching the cure for vampirism at Blackstaff Academy.

Mythrae and Astarion know the risks that having a dhampir child could bring and the potential of bringing about another Bhaalspawn to the world, so they decide to not have children. They do have a sphinx cat, named Fluffington, that they treat like their own child, though. They’re the kind of cat parents to dress their pet up in cute little outfits for holidays and festivals!

[amatres]

if balaerra was a folklore creature she'd be a rusalka. sorry for saying that.

[noxyfied]

A strange twist of fate on April first happens when the girl you love a lot turns into a different girl one day and suddenly there is a lot of questions for this silly adventure today.

Happy April fools