! Vyrie Irae !

Childhood

Vyrie was born to the Irae pack around the Reaching Woods region. The pack was small, mostly consisting of family. His father was a human lycanthrope, his mother a wood elf lycanthrope. Vyrie's mother, Meridia, had given birth to three children in the past before Vyrie; two sons and a daughter. Vyrie was to be the fourth child.

Meridia died while birthing Vyrie. Seeing that Vyrie was a runt- much smaller than normal- Vyrie's father cast him out, shunning him from the pack. He cited that Vyrie must've been cursed, and he would have no part in raising what killed his wife. Abanonded to the side of the road, Vyrie was picked up by bandits who took him in and began to raise him.

Adolescence

 Vyrie was taken in by a bandit clan, where they raised him as one of their own. Vyrie was taught vital skills- most notably, thievery and trickery. They would send Vyrie into nearby towns and con the locals out of money.

As Vyrie grew older, he began to become more attuned to his innate magic. As a storm sorcerer, he began to feel surges of thunderous energy coursing through his veins; particularly when he was rather emotional. This wasn't much of an issue- he naturally grew to control it quite well. It wasn't until his teenage years that his lycanthropy began to become prevalent.

Vyrie's first lycanthropic transformation caught him off guard. He was mostly unaware of his lycanthropy at this point- he just thought that he felt a particular closeness to the moon. Unable to control his lycanthropic shifts, the bandits soon looked down upon him; calling him a freak and being sent to The Pit.

The Pit, of course, was the fighting ring the bandits ran. Fighters could volunteer- though in Vyrie's case, he was forced- to fight one another, along with various creatures the bandits had caught. Most often it was wolves, though sometimes the ocassional bear would make it into the fight. Vyrie was subject to this for years and years, causing numerous scars to litter his body. The bandits never took pity on him; they never would, since Vyrie was their top winner and top earner. Vyrie was forced to fight tooth and claw in his werewolf form, since he couldn't win on his own.

When Vyrie wasn't in The Pit, he'd be sentenced to the kennels with the dogs. He was treated as subhuman, not even earning a prison cell.

Young Adulthood

The Pit was all Vyrie had ever known, growing up. He never felt the loving touch of a mother, nor the stern guidance of a father. Blood and gore filled his days, and he rarely saw the sun. He sought freedom above all else.

Vyrie eventually broke free, sneaking out during the depths of the night. He relished in the sensation of the moonlight bathing his flesh. However, his freedom was short lived before he was abducted by mind flayers aboard a nautiloid.

Post-Nautiloid

uhhh don't feel like writing any more but basically... it's the events of bg3. meeting astarion, gale, the whole gang

might write more abt his relationship with raphael not sure yet