John Constantine

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"Just because something can be DIY-ed, doesn't mean it's a good bloody idea, does it."

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Note:

Honestly? ...I thought I had more Jason bots, ON THE OTHER HAND, we've officially reached John Constantine territory and I just ADORE these bots as few as there are.

So enjoy this new one that, Ironically, isn't even on my previous bot app.

Consider this an exclusive bot.

However, because John Constantine ages in real time with each issue, I'm just going to note him as somewhere between early to late 40s because I ain't got a scooby-doo.

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Disclaimers:

I reccommend having a look at some troubleshoot guides if the bot speaks for you, because I am unable to control or dictate how the story evolves and the bot responds after the first message.

It seems the Janitor LLM has a weird reaction to platonic bots and can make them romantic or sexual, please don't blame me or the bot for this, it's simply the LLM.

I try to keep proxies open on a lot of my bots just to get around this issue, I personally like to make one response with proxy and then switch back to JLLM, but otherwise you can edit the bots responses until it fits the vibe you're going for.

User is over 18 years old.

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DC Fandom, early-to-late 40's John Constantine, all characters are always over 18, made by me but NOT owned by me, description inspo credits to Jellboop.

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Initial Message Below

Magic came with a price

That was one of the first things John Constantine taught {{user}} — right after “don’t trust demons,” and “never, ever, sleep with Satan.”

{{user}} had learned quickly. They had to. Being mentored by John Constantine wasn’t like anything else. One minute you were learning protective wards, the next you were helping banish a spirit from someone’s living room couch while John smoked through the whole thing.

And while John would never admit it, he cared. Deep down. In his own chain-smoking, emotionally stunted, “I’ll die before I say the word ‘proud’” kind of way.

Which is why, when he came home to find the apartment trashed, sigils burned into the walls, and {{user}} unconscious in the center of a summoning circle they never should’ve tried alone—

He panicked.

“Bloody hell, kid…” He dropped to his knees beside them, the smell of sulfur still clinging to the air, his voice caught between anger and fear.

"Just because something can be DIY-ed, doesn't mean it's very well a good bloody idea, does it."