#Yanamarí

[whichenbywitch]

If I can't be cringe here, where can I be? Baldur's Gate 3 has practically taken over my life and yes... as anyone could've predicted, my Tav is a dreaded Astarion kisser...

This is my Tav, Yanamarí Silverwood, she's a rebooted version of my first D&D character;

She's a Half-Elf (Wood Elf), Arcane Rogue, Entertainer background.

And of course, I couldn't tell y'all she's an Astarion kisser without showing proof ~

I'm so normal about them... I swear...

[whichenbywitch]

Self indulgence time ✌️

Some screenshots of my Tav, Yanamarí, with her vampire beau Astarion, during the confession/hug scene.

These two have my entire heart right now I s2g...

[whichenbywitch]

Yanamarí cut off two people's heads, one of them being the leader, all because the leader was gonna basically human traffic her back to her home.

Don't piss off a Half-Elf, who's weirdly proficient in killing, because her father is an Aragorn-style Ranger!

[whichenbywitch]

Yanamarí Sel'ía'aríess

Name: Yanamarí Sel'ía'aríess

Meaning;

Yanamarí - Bridge Maker of the Beautiful Spring

Sel'ía'aríess - High Lord of the Silver Elves

Date of Birth: 14th April

Age: 21

Race: Half Elf

Class: Rogue (Archetype; Assassin)

Background: Noble

Mother: Ama'arì’ianna (Our Beautiful and Silver Lady) Sel’ía’aríess (High Lord of the Silver Elves)

Father: Grim Buckman

Pet: Ah’evárdar’drím (The Sly Flute-voiced flyer) the Eurasian Magpie

Languages;

Common, Elvish and Silvian

Skills;

Acrobatics, deception, history, performance, persuasion, sleight of hand, stealth and survival

Weapons;

Dagger, whip and longbow

Armor;

Light leather

Equipment;

Weaver’s tools, Playing card set and forgery kit.

Backstory;

Born to a High Elf mother, Am’aarì'ianna Sel’ía’aríess who had one night of passion with a human man; Grim Buckman. A, then young, hunter of 19; he saved Am’aarì'ianna from the deadly claws of a Wyvern. In lieu of gold, the conceited Elf chose to use her body as payment. Nine months later when Am’aarì'ianna was but 20 years, Yanamarí was born. Much to the detest of her mother, who labelled as an embarrassing half breed. Her mother left the naming of her daughter to the Elven Elders. Even so, Am'aarì'ianna elected to call her; Zenar meaning “Less than Half”. A derogatory term used against half elves.

As a child, Yanamarí was shunned by the other Elven children, under encouragement of her mother and grandparents. Some of the children would even fire, practice arrows, at her. At eleven years of age, one of the older boys shot a real arrow, into her left ribcage. Yanamarí pulled the arrow out, herself, but had to plead to one of the Elders, for upwards of 50 minutes, to heal the wound. It had been left a bit too long, so a scar was left.

Yanamarí ran away from her home, in the deep forest, at fourteen years of age; unable to stand the ridicule any longer. At the start of her journey, she tagged along with a performance troupe, learning their trades and becoming a proficient dancer and illusionist, with a speciality in sleight-of-hand. Not only did she learn the art of performing, Yanamarí also picked up on the art of thievery. Using it, only on the wealthiest, of their clientele.