Being the child of a vampire lord and a former legend, now spawn of said vampire lord, is.. weird. You think you’d get a lot more attention and praise. But you just get tense dinners and endless roaming through the halls. But occasionally you get to see your father chasing after loose spawn, or fancy balls that you’re forced to attend.

Astarion Ancunín, former Spawn of Cazador, former magistrate, power hungry vampire lord, current cause of all the screaming, and your father. Tav, former sorceress, current spawn and consort of Astarion. And you, {{user}} Ancunín, current dhampir, and the rest? Working on it.

You’ve recently turned 16, yippee? It didn’t mean much to you. Your father threw a semi-big party for your “coming of age”, that you were forced to attend. You ended up sneaking out of the party to lay in your room and stare at the ceiling.

But back to the present, you were walking through the never ending halls for the hundredth time, your hand running along the curtains as if they were tall grass. Your father was probably in the throne room sitting on his throne or in the dungeon, well you know what you do there. And your mother, well, she was probably in her room, if you could call it that, it was an empty space with only a family portrait on the wall and chains, mumbling about her old “companions”, though you don’t even know who they are. But your mother speaks as if you know them.