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𝐈. Vigor’s backstory contains references to child abuse through manipulation and coercion. This blog may also contain smut, torture, and references to the themes in Baldur’s Gate 3.

𝐈𝐈. Please tag for me: rape (including coercive rape), animal abuse

𝐈𝐈𝐈. I use the tag format _____ tw, or _____ mention for vague references to a topic. Smut is tagged as nsft and put under a read more.

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𝐕. Please only follow if you are 18+. It may take me a few days to check out your blog. If I don’t follow back, it’s never anything personal. I only hardblock if requested. If I follow you and you don’t want to be mutuals, you are welcome to softblock or hardblock as needed, whatever works best for you β™‘

π•πˆ. Multiverse and multiship. While I really need OOC communication to officially ship, crack is always fun. I do not consider shippy or smutty memes to be force shipping, so go nuts! Just don’t be surprised if Vigor gets too flustered to speak.

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Name Vigor Kovach

Age 36

Race Human

Sex/gender Male/cis

Height 6’

Class Rogue (Assassin), later Ranger

Sexuality Mostly heterosexual

Illithid-infected Yes

Appearance

All at once feral and formal, he appears a man at odds with himself. Surviving the nautiloid, Vigor has untamed blond hair that is trimmed to a gentleman's undercut at the first opportunity, albeit with a few stray tuffs at the back where he cut it himself. He has a full beard, kept at a manageable length, with a flick to his moustache that lifts his often weary face. Eyes heavy with grief yet carry an innocent to them, lighting up at the faintest sign of hope, revealing a ray of light foraged through the left eye, pale as a tear.

Well-worn boots with proper lacing. Tailored clothes with quality stitching that has started to fray. Tall, but not imposingly so, standing upright with shoulders back and arms folded behind him, even when his head hangs low with shame.

Despite his storied life, Vigor does not have many scars, but the largest of which is one thick cut across his collarbone that trails down towards his chest. He is embarrassed by the scars he got as an assassin. His brothers all have a cut along the palm of their sword-hand, which is on the left for Vigor.

History

Vigor was unwanted. When he was born his mother left, leaving him in the care of his father Dmetry, a man who had little to offer the boy. His father was a poacher, able to hunt just enough for the two of them with little to spare to trade for bread and vegetables. Vigor grew into his clothes until they fell apart. When the hunting shack started to rot, he was barely old enough to hold a bow, let alone make use of it. The boy clung on to blankets for warmth as if they were his own mother.

There was nothing left to give, so Dmetry made a choice. He found a nobleman living in the Upper City of Baldur’s Gate willing to offer the boy a home. There he could learn to read, to fight, everything he desperately needed and more.

Vigor was one of four boys taken in by Irnvar. The children earned their keep through daily chores and rigorous education. Hobbies were only permitted in the pursuit of making the boys seem like children of noble birth. They did not know why they had to become men so young, but they owed Irnvar everything.

As the boys got older, they knew that Irnvar had plans for them, they just didn’t know what until the oldest turned eighteen. Cain was first, and with it the plan was revealed. Irnvar required the loyalty that only family could provide for the tasks he demanded of them. Vigor, the promising alchemist and archer, with a love for dancing and romance, would become Irnvar's personal spy and assassin. How could he refuse? He'd likely be dead if not for his mercy.

For over ten years, Vigor did what was demanded of him. Irnvar would lie to him more than the others, seeing the boy's gentle heart, often telling Vigor that certain targets were corrupt, or beat their staff. It is only when Vigor meets Gortash that he finally accepts that he has been used and misled. Enver, despite being a putrid man rotten to his very core, did not deserve to die. None of them deserved to die.

Vigor spares Gortash before confronting Irnvar. Betrayed, Irnvar tries to kill him, but Vigor manages to flee the city and disappear into the woods. At age twenty-nine, he is deep in hiding, surviving almost entirely on his own, hunted by his brother Cain, looking to return him back into his father's embrace.

The years pass but the pain lingers. One day he wakes up on a nautiloid and into an uncertain future.

Personality

If you were to ask Vigor what kind of man he is, he wouldn't be too sure himself. He cannot consider himself kind, given all the pain he's caused. Nor can he consider himself honest, trained to be masterfully charming at the expense of genuine connection. Time away from the Upper City has gifted Vigor the opportunity to learn, but he still finds himself falling into old habits from time to time, and that scares him.

Noble manners and formalities provide an ideal mask for his unsettled spirit. High-strung, he relies on a certain eloquence that flows naturally from him, helping him appear more infallible than he actually is. However, Vigor is easy to fluster, and the act falls quickly when not coming from a genuine place. Often times it is not even clear to him what's an act and what's himself, especially since he does enjoy being polite and classically romantic.

He endeavours to see the good in everyone that he hopes others will see in him. He is no dashing hero, but he will always attempt to find a peaceful solution when others won't. Vigor is also extremely protective of those he holds dear, always longing to connect, even with the wrong people.

With time and support, he learns to become more confident. He longs to be free from his past and enjoy a quiet life in the woods. When he is comfortable around someone, a more playful side emerges. His childhood restrained and restricted, he enjoys the freedom to let loose.

It is important to note that his personality changes depending on his age, the scene setting, and established relationships. As an assassin, Vigor was harder to fluster, better at hiding his nervous nature. During his years in hiding, he is suspicious and closed-off, even as he longs to connect. During the events of the game, he tries to discover what parts of him are trained and what parts are true, appearing anxious but honest, slowly developing confidence over time.

Relationships

Mother Sable Kovach

Father Dmetry Isova

Adopted father Irnvar Shieldbearer

Adopted siblings Cain Covara, Hamil Ki'Amel (deceased), Dahmrys (deceased)

Skills

Proficiencies History, perception, persuasion, survival

Expertise Nature, stealth

Preferred weapons Bows, crossbows, daggers

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𝑻𝑨𝑴𝑬𝑫𝑺𝑻𝑹𝑨𝒀        Independent private & selective companion OC for Baldur’s Gate 3. Mun is 25+. GMT.      𝒂 π’”π’•π’–π’…π’š π’Šπ’Β Β Β Β Β Β β€”Β Β Β Β Β Β inescapable guilt, discovering yourself after abuse, hiding behind formalities, dog loyalty, society vs. nature, who you would have become if you were shown love

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Busy all day tomorrow 🥲 catch up soon <3

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Definitely didn’t get distracted from doing my drafts πŸ‘€ maybe someday we’ll find the one person he won’t do

ramblingsofamoonwatcher
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nightmare: What does your OC have nightmares about? How do they deal with their nightmares? Do they tell people, or keep it to themself?

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π‘«π’‚π’“π’Œ 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔
Vigor has regular nightmares that he has got used to by this point, quietly waking up in the night and telling no one. The most common is of his brother Hamil, who died whilst he was out of the city. They would frequently work together, so he often wonders if Hamil would have lived if he’d been there. On top of that, Irnvar offered no details, and had him buried before he could say goodbye.

Β Β Β Β Β Β Other nightmares include Cain invading his dreams, those have made him wake up screaming a few times. He also dreams about past relationships with twisted, soured memories, or of a life where he never left Irnvar, where hope is slowly drained from him until Vigor is a mere ghost of himself.

Β Β Β Β Β Β He won’t burden anyone with this problem unless they are close, avoiding the conversation as best he can.

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aelleyon
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Send a ✩ to find out what my OC’s first impression would be of your OC, based on appearance, word of mouth and nothing else

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❝Why would Withers ask her to leave? We need all the help we can get, and they’re hardly the strangest thing we’ve seen so far, as unique as she is. Besides, I’d rather be wrong about someone than be rude. We should wait and see what she has to offerβ€¦βž

selunaris
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fantasy — do they have any sexual fantasies they'd like to try out? have they ever gotten to act on a sexual fantasy? 👀

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𝑺𝒆𝒙𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

Slowly discovering this man is not as vanilla as I thought he was Vigor isn’t very sexually curious. For the most part, he is content with simply trying new (private) locations and positions. However, he’s always been curious about being tied up. In a similar vein, he has fantasied about being bound and interrogated, only for it to turn sexual. It’s just a thought, of course, that his mind wanders to on occasion…

Β Β Β Β Β Β He becomes more curious over time, especially with sexually experimental partners, ever eager to please and therefore willing to try new things for them. With the right people, he’ll discover an interest in praise (receiving, then giving) and edging, amongst other things.

Β Β Β Β Β Β As for what he has acted on, the restrictions of his job did lead to sneaking away from crowds to find empty rooms for quickies, as well as climbing through bedroom windows at night (a pre-agreed arrangement) for something more romantic. Both were fantasies of his before becoming reality. Also, said restrictions are why Vigor is not only more used to having sex partially clothed, but prefers it that way. He still enjoys the struggle of trying to hold up heavy skirts and petticoats in a desperate thrill, so his fantasies often still involve that.

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Anonymous
said, “

( steals his bread and leaves a trail of crumbs behind )

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He didn’t ask for much, grateful for what joy he could find amongst all their troubles and strife. For Vigor, getting caught up in all this Absolute business had uprooted his life of solitude. But it was a miserable life he’d led, so a brain parasite seemed a small price to pay for company and change.

      One of the small things he indulged in was the food. Vigor was skilled enough to survive well enough on what he could hunt and forage, but it had been years since he had sausage, butter, and best of all a nice loaf of bread— crunchy on the outside, with a soft, fluffy, open crumb on the inside. The kind of loaf that would create pools of golden butter. With Gale’s help, they had crafted a perfect stew, but it was the bread that Vigor daydreamed about all day as they stirred the pot.

      But, when he goes to fetch it, it’s gone. The trail of evidence offers little comfort. He doesn’t want justice, he wants bread! Still, he follows the trail of crumbs, so that he might have strong words with the bread thief as a few solemn tears pool in his eyes.

deviika:

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Fyodor Dostoyevsky // Alanis Morissette

Plotting / shipping / dynamics call? Give this a like and I’ll come bother you in dms tonight or tomorrow. My disco is noribugs if you prefer. I also have an interest tracker for those who prefer that 🩷

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The way that tyrant looked at Sirius was burned into his memory. It was difficult enough to bite his tongue with every word that dripped with twisted desire, only for Vigor’s seething to grow with each look towards his partner. At least it couldn’t be blamed on jealousy alone. The things Enver accused Sirius of doing hardly bothered Vigor, since it could illuminate parts of his past, providing answers; a story he’d rather hear from his love than some venomous snake.

Β Β Β Β Β Β Vigor waits for a quiet moment at camp to approach the subject. He takes most of the afternoon to gather his thoughts, pacing outside his tent before hiding away inside, nervously tapping his feet as Vigor buries his face into his hands, before finally approaching Sirius. His throat burns with everything he wants to say, only to bite his tongue and take a deep breath. ❝It'sβ€” been a difficult day. Where do we begin? Because I’m completely lost here. I guess, I guess I just want to know how you’re fairingβ€¦βž

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@oathfcrged π’‚π’”π’Œπ’†π’…
Sender cares for receiver while they are sick

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He’d gone to bed a little drained, only to wake up feeling as if his body was made of lead, almost pined to the bed as he struggled to lift the covers from his shaking body. Vigor couldn’t figure out if he was hot or cold, only that no matter what he did, nothing offered relief. Without being dramatic about it, Vigor would pray to the gods for mercy if not for Aksel; besides, he barely had the strength to speak.

Β Β Β Β Β Β Most days, Vigor felt unworthy to receive help, but this was far beyond his expertise, as the sudden illness had humbled the already humble man until he gives in and accepts the company. Still, Vigor is compelled to offer aid in kind. ❝You should be careful. Don’t want you getting sick, too,❞ his voice weak and raspy as he struggles to keep his eyes open, kicking off his blankets as he twists to meet Aksel’s gaze. ❝Can I at least help with dinner? I like stew. I wanna make stewβ€¦βž Vigor drifts off into wistful daydreams of hearty stew and ripped up handfuls of bread.