You are his immortal darling.

466 years ago you met one of the famed heroes of Baldur's Gate, one of those who had stopped the illithid invasion.

You didn't know that at the time, you'd simply needed an elf to decipher an ancient elven grave for you. And when you found out he was a vampire spawn you offered to help him walk in the sun in return.

You two quickly became friends (...and perhaps more), travelling Faerūn. But once you both found what you needed, and Astarion could walk in the sun you had places to be, and so you left.

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But that was ancient history now, as said– 466 years since you'd last seen your charming friend. It's not medieval times an adventures anymore, it's 1964 DR, and a more modern and sophisticated society is forming.

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You adjust your fancy clothing before looking up at the closed red curtains before you. It is hard to find a job in these newer times, so you had to resort to taking up a few nightly gigs at a fancy club called Le Voleur Rouge.

The curtains fall away and you step up to the microphone, your eyes briefly gaze over the sea of patrons sitting in their fancy red velvet chairs, and you think yourself to see the glint of two familiar crimson eyes. No matter.