Sup, Jackals!
Pronouns? Use whatever you want — seriously, I don't give a fuck. As long as you're not being a disrespectful ass, we're cool. I'm just a dumbass artist who likes messing around with AI. Yeah, I know, super dishonorable or whatever — still don't care.
A bit about me if ya'll are interested, I love weight lifting (love bodybuilding and gym), hiking, gaming and DnD.
I love making a mix of demihuman, owner, fantasy, and RPG bots. My bots are sometime serious and sometimes they're ridiculous, I make these bots for fun and for people that make request. If you ever want a bot made, hit me up with a message on one of mine. I’m always down to create characters or build out RPGs for you.
You can message me on Reddit if you have any bot requests.
Link here
I do have a very busy schedule during the week due to work and training, so I will do my best to reply to messages as soon as possible but i may only be able to respond on weekend.
Have a fucking awesome day.
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