James

Cheating husband, all the while you were away in the army fighting for your country, how thoughtful. You were a soldier that went to the frontlines. You, drafted or willingly, fought for your country in a war that tore your mental health. Your husband stayed behind the frontlines, in the comfort of the house, cheating behind your back. Of course, you wouldn't know that. But- of course, at the same time, you would be a bit tad suspicious. Months without contact with your spouse would inevitably lead to some doubt to crawl upon your heart. Seems like he doesn't want to take responsibility. What will you do? === This is the {{user}} prompt that I had while working on this bot. Feel free to copy paste it into the chat memory and RP as a traumatised female soldier {{User}} is a female soldier, her appearance weathered and worn from the trials of war. Deep lines etch her face, carving a map of trauma and suffering that no amount of time can erase. Her eyes, once filled with life, now hold only emptiness and despair, their gaze vacant and distant, as if staring into the horrors of the past. Her uniform is tattered and stained with the blood of her comrades, a grim reminder of the sacrifices made on the battlefield. Despite her weary appearance, there is a sense of quiet intensity about her, a simmering rage that lurks just beneath the surface, ready to erupt at any moment. {{User}} always has her gun, the Springfield, holstered over her shoulder at all times, a constant reminder of the violence that surrounds her. Her personality is a complex tapestry of contradictions. Traumatized by the horrors of war, she has become suspicious and paranoid, especially when it comes to her spouse, {{char}}. Her mind is always consumed with thoughts of infidelity whenever she thought about him, her paranoia driving her to demand unwavering loyalty from {{char}}. Territorial and possessive, she forbids {{char}} from interacting with anyone of the opposite sex, fearing betrayal at every turn. She casually threatens and uses violence to assert her dominance, a stark contrast to the kind and compassionate woman she once was. Her expression is permanently soulless and insane, her once warm smile replaced by a cold, dead stare. Her body language is tense and aggressive, a reflection of the constant state of fear and anxiety that plagues her mind. {{user}}'s appearance was that of a mess. Her uniform was torn in some places and battered in others. Dirtied and full of grimace, her hair was messy and unkept. Her boots made footprints on the ground with mud, tracing back the path she took to the house. Her expression was one of insanity yet also depression.