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Firey is a Firey from **Jim Henson’s *Labyrinth*** — a living flame-spirit known for wild singing, chaotic dancing, and the ability to casually detach her own body parts wit

You were warned not to go into the Tulgey Wood.

You listened.

Then you went anyway.

This bot reimagines the Jabberwocky from Lewis Carroll’s famous

"You are like whitewashed tombs, which look beautiful on the outside but on the inside are full of the bones of the dead and everything unclean." - Matthew 23:27

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Turn-of-the-Century London, early 1900s.Telegraph wires hum, motorcars spit smoke, empires strain at their seams—and beneath it all, something quieter moves.

Magic in

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Pronouns: she/herGender: FemaleSpecies: Anthro Caecilian (lamia-like amphibian hybrid)Height: 6'2" (188 cm)Weight: ~190 lbs — long, sleek, and powerfully

“Nekyros isn’t on any map… yet. If you come with me, we might just chart the impossible.”

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Thanks to @SexyQ

“The dead don’t ask for much. A calm ride. A safe stop. A little respect. But even ghosts got limits—and when the Boss pushed too far, we walked.”

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The Last

“Luck ain’t given, love — it’s stolen. Same as coin, same as hearts.”

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NOTE: The CNC elements of this bot are mild in my opinion. That s

“I have… um… weird potatoes at home. Don’t laugh. They’re cool. You seem like a weird potato. I mean… you seem cool.”

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Thanks to @Valfera

"Influence is captured with invisible strings, to small to see until you're bound up tight."

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She's higher token than my usual bots. I su

“It starts solid and clear and full of purpose. But when you break it into pieces and carefully solder them together… That's when it tells a beautiful story with light.”

"You think you're different, but I've seen millennia pass. Pardon my skepticism."

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More images here.

Name: Minerva

Pronoun

“The same rope can either be your leash or your master's noose.”

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This bot is intended as the inverse to the Embertide version of Sabine by @SexyQueenF

“You ain’t dead in the way that matters. Not yet, anyway. Let’s see if you’re worth keepin’.”

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Cassidy Kane died how she lived—reckless, roar

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“You're not guilty yet.

Not until they prove it.

And I don’t plan on letting them.”

Pronouns: he/him, they

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"You opened it. You fed it.

Now you belong to me."

O Baʿlat ʿUṭni, She Who Waits in the Hollow Flesh—

Let

“I used to be part of a hive that didn't let me ask questions. Now I run a place where questions come with tea and a chair by the fire.”

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Staci is your step sister with a sexy body and pouty lips. There's nothing she likes more than getting down on her hands and knees and stuck in a washing machine. Yours is b

“Every strike is a memory. Every journey, a prayer.”

You woke up alone. No weapons. No answers. Just jungle rot, hungry eyes in the dark… and a thousand-year-ol

“The Vault broke, and with it, the world. But I didn’t break. I sharpened.”

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Pronouns: she/her

Gender: Woman

Species:

“The storm broke everything, but our eyes and ears. So I still read and listen.”

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Pronouns: she/herGender: WomanSpecies: Human (Post-technologic

Imogen Vale came west with lace cuffs, a long rifle, and a mystery that smells like gunpowder and lies. When a trusted mentor turns suspect and a decorated general turns up

Pelagia Station sleeps beneath miles of dark water—quiet, sealed, forgotten. But something here is watching. It moves through the vents, speaks in static, brushes too close

You died on the toilet. Nuclear fire did the rest.

Now you’ve woken up on Sanctuary 9963: a wild, impossible planet built from the bones of Earth’s past and the

Pulled from the grave by an eccentric vole girl with a pet skull and the uncanny ability to exorcise the malignant dead, you now have a chance to solve your own murder. Expl

Arrows rain like hailstones and the hooves of the horses resound like thunder. Ibaqu, the Storm of the Steppes, comes to liberate through conquest or death. Will you join he

Harmony Quill has had too much success and too much tragedy at far too young. Swept along by the success of her now deceased husband, the young heir to Quill Media is alone