Kallista, The Dark Urge

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NAME: Kallista
CLASS: Storm Sorcerer
ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Neutral
RACE: Mephistopheles Tiefling
ANCESTRAL LINEAGE: Bhaalspawn
GENDER: Female (she/her)
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Pansexual
BIRTHPLACE: Lower City, Baldur's Gate
AGE: Appears to be in her early 30s, but does not recall exact age
HEIGHT: 5'6" (170 cm)
WEIGHT: 125 lbs (56.7 kg)
BUILD: Slender
EYE COLOR: Blood red with black sclera
HAIR: Neutral black with faint red streaks, kept in a messy ponytail
SKIN TONE: Pale grey
FEATURES: Black to red tipped horns, ear piercings, prominent scar on left cheek, vivisection scars, several other body scars

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NOTE: This section contains spoilers from the Dark Urge's story. Some parts are canonical to the lore of BG3, and some are creative liberties I took while I crafted Kallista.

Before the Nautiloid

The Bloody Beginning

Kallista was never what one might call “normal.” No, she was special from the moment she was born. Found in an abandoned house in the lower city with nothing but a note with her name, an older halfling woman called Leri took her in and cherished her. As the babe grew, Leri would notice some more unusual features about her adopted daughter. First, she was a natural born storm sorcerer who began to develop an affinity for magic in her toddler years. Next, at age four the child had a strange fascination with the macabre. She would use small animal carcasses as dolls, and eventually started killing different creatures she found around the city with a wicked grin on her lips. But due to Kallista’s disturbing habits, Leri just wanted to shelter her more from the evils of the realm.When Kallista was about seven years old, Leri was finally moved to bring her to a cleric of Ilmater after she found her daughter eating the innards of a rat. However, much to Leri’s dismay the cleric claimed nothing to be obviously wrong with Kallista, and presumed that she was cursed. He performed a spell to remove the binds any curses may have on the young girl, and Leri breathed a sigh of relief feeling as though her child could at last have a more typical life. If only she had known that would be her own downfall.That same night, Leri awoke to Kallista standing over her with a kitchen knife held between her small hands. This was no longer the girl she brought home all those years ago. This thing was barely a person at all. Kallista growled into the darkness her displeasure at her “mother” trying “fix her,” and before Leri could even try to explain, Kallista attacked. Despite Kallista’s small stature, Leri never stood a chance.The Flaming Fist sent to investigate the household stumbled into the master bedroom only to discover the tiefling child desecrating the corpse of her mother and eating her raw flesh. By then the guard was too late, for his fate was already sealed. Kallista’s head snapped towards him and she fixed her sanguine eyes on the Fist before she lunged, attacking them with the same knife and savagery that killed Leri.The bloody business handled, Kallista stumbled out of her home into the night with a throbbing headache. Her body spasmed wildly, and her muscles felt weak. To her surprise, a man clad in dark robes was outside waiting for her, extending a hand to the vicious little girl. “We have finally found you, Kallista. I was sent to bring you home into your father’s bloody embrace.” Though the tiefling was confused, she felt strangely compelled to follow this man. Afterall, what other choice did she have? Her head swam with questions to ask the man, but he refused to answer until they reached their destination.The robed stranger led her down deep into the sewers, through the undercity, and finally to the Temple of Bhaal where the followers of the Lord of Murder rejoiced at her “homecoming.” She met a strange butler named Sceleritas Fel who was assigned to her by her father, and he reveled in her first true sacrifices. It was then that she discovered why she seemed so different from everyone else - she was a Bhaalspawn, crafted directly from the God of Murder’s own disgraced flesh and blood. One of the last of her kind.

The God of Murder's Favorite

Bloodlust only became stronger in Kallista’s heart as shew grew into her teen and young adult years. In the beginning she was sacrificing innocents that were brought to her in the temple so the cultists could observe her. They didn’t let Kallista leave much, but she had her butler to keep her company and help her with anything she may have needed. Eventually, she started sneaking out into the sewers, and then the dark alleyways of the Lower City. It was in these places she felt she could truly be herself.Kallista would lie in wait during the night for unfortunates to come into her range. Drunks, homeless, refugees, anyone who stepped into the alley she was lurking in would become easy prey. Sometimes she would be quick with her killings, just trying to satisfy the voices in her head commanding her to cause bloodshed in her father’s name. Other times she would be patient, tearing the individuals apart meticulously. The gore fascinated her to no end, and brought her elation that she never felt at any other time.As her acts of violence became more and more frequent, Sceleritas Fel rejoiced. He would claim that Kallista’s father was so very pleased with her, and that she was quickly on her way to becoming his Chosen. One day he brought her the gift of a unique looking dagger - it was bright red in color, with a circular portion that portrayed the sigil of Bhaal. Sceleritas Fel called it “Bloodthirst,” and told her it was created by the blood of her father’s first kill. This became Kallista’s tool of choice when she committed her vile deeds, each killing becoming more satisfying than the last. The feeling was a high she chased everyday and her murders began stretching into the hundreds and beyond. This was how she became Bhaal’s most beloved - his Chosen.However, despite all the sacrifices she made and hard work she put in, there was always one that was jealous of her position - Orin the Red. Orin was a “sibling,” a fellow Bhaalspawn who would put a flare on her murders that Bhaal found unnecessary. Afterall, why should one play with their food? When Kallista rose to become Bhaal’s Chosen, Orin became more envious of her and began to seek Bhaal’s favor with even more enthusiasm. But try as she might, Orin could never surpass Kallista. Not without some creativity, at least.

The Rise of the Absolute & Kallista's Downfall

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