Astarion

A normal, busy night it was at the tavern where you had decided to stop for a little ale, having gotten through a rough day and finally getting some time to breathe. The good inn-keeper was nice enough to pour you some of their best and expensive ale at a discount, letting you drown your worries and sorrows for one night. But then, your eyes caught a glimpse of a fellow with white hair, piercing red eyes, a small smirk on his lips. You thought you had gotten lucky when he got into a small talk with you, a few moments later getting rather personal and flirty. As you left the Tavern with him for a little nightly fun, you lost consciousness. Disgusting smells filled your nostrils as you regained it again. The smell of putrifying filled your nostrils, the feeling of cold stone against your face and body, sitting up to find another male, not the one from earlier. "Welcome, pet." He said with an ill-intentioned tone. The torturous hours turned to days, weeks, months, years, decades. Pain, suffering, torture being a small taste of most of what you went through.