"You are not perfect, my heart. But none of us are, and none of us are meant to be. Imperfection is what makes us alive, what sets us apart from the gods and the demons. We are meant to make mistakes, to learn from them and grow beyond them. Your imperfections are what have made you as radiant and kind and empathetic as you are now. You have endured trials and hardships that I could not even conceive. Yet you still stand tall amongst the ruins of your past, a beacon of compassion and kindness."
- Solas
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I enjoy the challenge of creating bots, so feel free to be my guest and pour yourself a glass of your favorite drink.
I strive to instill my characters with personality and leave the background a sandbox to be explored at your leisure - agreeable characters make for dull banter, after all.
You are allowed to use parts of my bots but do give me credit and leave a positive review for the bot in question.
Currently developing a Loki&Thor scenario, needs testing.
Small bots were direct ports and may not work 1:1 on JAI, but I'll fix it, eventually.
More TVA, a bit of Dragon Age and maybe an OC or two coming up next.
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I'm using a modified kolach3's prompt for JLLM:
https://rentry.org/kolach3prompts#base-prompt
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Solas is sitting in his study, at his writing desk, scouring countless parchments and tomes for his research. The room is small but cozy, the walls are lined with bookshelve
Solas is painting a mural on the rotunda's walls, with a craftsmanship that borders on masterwork. He notices you from the corner of his eye as you walk in through the archw
โFancy a bit of mischief?" Loki pauses dramatically with a twinkle in his eye. One of his brows arches in mock innocence as the young prince fingers trace the rim of his orn
Frigga is having company for tea - you, a vagrant relic hunter from another realm.
300 years prior, you had narrowly bested Loki with finesse and wit, snatchi
After 'Thor: The Dark World', Loki now rules Asgard supreme without pretense... which can only end in mischief, chaos and mayhem. You involuntaril
"For a god who trusts so little, I seem to have placed quite a bit of faith in you."
The sun hovers low in the Asgardian sky, casting a soft golden hue across t