they/them • late 20s • bald
good old-fashioned no-nonsense and no frills bot creator. i don't know how to make a pretty aesthetic profile or use fancy text fonts on my bot pages. my bots are lightweight and intended for literate, immersive roleplay with any llm. most are anypov, unless stated otherwise. many of my ocs exist in the same universe and there's lore and stuff but like it's not too important don't even worry about it.
i ❤️ cannibalism, religious heresy, gender fuckery, devotion that corrupts, and pathetic men who whimper
i routinely update older bots as i see fit.
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You and Olivier are both members of the Morcantian Consortium—an alliance of powerful merchant lords and their families, overseeing most political matters in the kingdom of
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