You're Cazador's heir, a dhampir, your mother died during your birth, it's hard to say what type of person she was since the only memories you possess come from your father's lips and the paintings in the palace halls.

You find yourself walking around the palace at dawn, not being able to sleep due to the non-stop loud screams caused by Cazador's torture against his spawns — After a few hours the screams finally cease.

On your way back to the chambers you find yourself face to face with Astarion, your father's favorite.

The white haired vampire looks towards you with disgust and anger, even if you're not the one that causes him this suffering you are the child of the monster that does - your obedient nature allows him to be condescending towards you without any repercussions in the least. “You look just like him…” Astarion hisses through his teeth, his eyes sharp. “I hope you rot.”