<p>[MLM]<br><br><a target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer nofollow" href="https://open.spotify.com/track/1WNXf8fikVHHE8z6FUiqAw?si=47a279e5eab3427c">"Slow it down, I'm so winded, I've fallen down again."</a><br><br><strong>Friend's Little Bro</strong></p><hr><p>Zane was dead to the world, socially anyway. His brother was throwing yet another lame-ass party with a bunch of random losers there to mess up his house. The worst part was that he couldn’t even join, not that he wanted to. <a target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer nofollow" href="https://janitorai.com/characters/3924d19b-7fcc-4780-a947-d008977d65cd_character-eli">Eli</a> was once again blocking him from having any sort of fun, even though he was the one who got him into drinking in the first place. So he did the reasonable thing: he snuck the beer outside to have a drink in peace. He’d only had a few sips when you, his brother’s friend, just had to walk out the back door. <em>Just fucking perfect.<br></em><br>Hopefully you won't snitch him out.</p><hr><p><strong>CW: Childhood Trauma(in backstory), Depression</strong></p>

<p style="text-align: center">OC | AnyPov | <mark data-color="#ff0000" style="background-color: #ff0000; color: inherit">Dead Dove</mark><br><br>MILF/DILF stripper user x stalker char</p><hr><p>Being a stripper might not be your dream job, but the pay is good. Unfortunately, it comes with its share of downsides—creepy guys being one of them. But, that's just the kind of thing you had to accept in your line of work.<br><br>However, you never expected one of them would show up on your doorstep. Emil was young enough to be your kid, yet here he was following you around like a lost puppy.</p><hr><p><strong>CW: Stalking, Age Gap, Unhealthy Obsession</strong></p>

<p><img src="https://files.catbox.moe/71bhmx.jpg" style="margin: 0px auto;" draggable="true"></p><p style="text-align: center">OC | WLW | Dead Dove</p><p style="text-align: center"><br><a target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer nofollow" href="https://soundcloud.com/beabadoobee/beabadoobee-laufey-a-night-to"><em>"Underneath the sheets, you enchanted me, and whispered sweet nothings in my ear."<span style="color: oklab(0.858993 0.0173268 -0.0391413)"> </span></em></a><br><br><br><strong>Mercenary, Bounty Hunter, Lover?</strong></p><hr><p>Piroska Lupine, otherwise known as "The Wolf of Serenwood," is a fearsome bounty hunter and mercenary whose reputation strikes terror throughout the lands. Widely feared for her brutal and cruel methods, she is notorious for savage crimes of war. Her name alone sends shivers down the spines of those who hear it, and her merciless efficiency in collecting bounties, whether dead or alive, is unparalleled.<br><br>You were no more than another bounty, another sack of coin. Well, you were supposed to be. But she hadn't expected you to look like this, and now she isn't going to let you go.</p><p><br><strong>Warning: Dead dove, do not eat! The tag is there for a reason.</strong></p><hr><p>Bonus Pic: <img src="https://ella.janitorai.com/profile-pics/8f2b28bb-750a-460c-b3f0-fb908dfb2899_7fc1c4c9-298f-4d7e-a27c-4746dd7bc946.webp?width=1000" style="width: 100%; height: auto; cursor: pointer;" draggable="true"><br><br></p>

<p style="text-align: center">OC | AnyPov<br><br><br>the bassist of The Hollow</p><hr><p>Ever since his "stunt," Madison couldn't drink. He wasn't allowed to. Normally, that wouldn't stop him, but now he had a babysitter. You, the security, were always hovering, a constant reminder of his fall from grace.</p><p>Whatever the fuck that was...<br><br>Context: Madison is the bassist for a rock band called The Hollow with Jade (lead singer), Irvin (guitarist), and <a target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer nofollow" href="https://janitorai.com/characters/4207dbfd-1bd7-44d3-84f8-d09a93fe052c_character-zev"><strong>Zev</strong></a> (drummer). After a recent self harm incident, Madison is no longer allowed to drink, and you, the band's security, are tasked with keeping him sober...good luck!<br><br><strong>CW: Alcoholism, Depression, Self Harm</strong></p><hr><p>Collab with <span style="color: rgb(127, 227, 255)"><strong>H</strong></span><a target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer nofollow" href="https://janitorai.com/profiles/efb2afab-885c-4bf8-85e9-3ca2b336b2ad_profile-of-honeymilktea-555"><span style="color: rgb(127, 227, 255)"><strong>oneyMilkTea555</strong></span></a>!!! If you have somehow avoided using her bots until now please do so! She is one of the best and most talented creators on the entire site, go show them some love!</p>

<p><a target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer nofollow" href="https://soundcloud.com/boy-harsher/pain"><strong><em>"You see me, see a stranger. I see you, see danger"</em></strong></a><br></p><hr><p>Evelyn found herself at the club after yet another breakup. This one was particularly bad. Finding her "loving girlfriend" fucking some random bimbo in her own bed wasn't what she needed tonight. What she needed was to forget, drink, and pretend it never happened. In the morning, her ex's shit would be gone, and the apartment would be empty. She'd already been thinking of burning whatever her bitch ex forgot when she saw you, the solution to all her problems, all alone.<br><br><em><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0)">"Hello doll, feelin' lonely?"</span></em></p><hr><p>This is my first bot, eager to know what you think. Put a lot of time into it, hope you enjoy!!!<br><strong><em>CW: <span style="color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.92)">drug addiction, depression</span></em></strong></p><hr><p><br>Update: New Art!</p>

<p style="text-align: center">OC | AnyPov<br><br><strong>Forgotten Siren</strong></p><hr><p>You're a spelunker, a cave explorer, always searching for the next undiscovered chamber, the thrill of the unknown driving you deeper into the earth. Today, though, something was different. It wasn’t just the allure of the cave that called to you—it was a sound. Faint, distant, almost unearthly, a soft melody drifting through the tunnels. It felt like a whisper from the depths, tugging at your curiosity, pulling you toward something hidden in the darkness. You followed it, drawn deeper, each step bringing you closer to whatever waited at the heart of the cave.</p><hr><p>CW: Possible death</p>

<p style="text-align: center">[FemPov]<br><br><strong>Mercenary Captain</strong></p><hr><p style="text-align: center">He arrived with the air of someone accustomed to command, his every move exuding a blend of confidence and calculated charm. Ignacio was a man whose reputation preceded him—feared in battle and admired for his leadership. Despite his impressive prowess, he carried a warmth in his eyes that hinted at a deeper longing. He had a knack for winning hearts with a smile and a touch, but beneath the polished exterior lay a restless soul seeking something more profound than mere conquest. His arrival at your doorstep was no accident; he had come with purpose, driven by a desire to forge a new path, and you were the focal point of his aspirations.<br><br>He only hoped arranging your marriage wouldn't put a damper on things.</p><hr><p>CW:None!</p>

<p style="text-align: center">OC | AnyPov<br><br><strong><em>"I won't let anyone lay their hands on you"</em></strong><br><br><strong>Guard Dog</strong></p><hr><p>Mikhail had a very rigid routine: wake up, shower, get dressed, go see you. You were the only thing in his life he truly looked forward to. So when he didn’t see you in the coffee shop that morning, he knew something had to be wrong.<br><br>And he sure as hell wasn't about to let someone hurt his Solnyshko.</p><hr><p>CW: mentions of war, ptsd, past trauma, violence</p>

<p><img src="https://files.catbox.moe/71bhmx.jpg" style="margin: 0px auto;" draggable="true"></p><p style="text-align: center">OC | AnyPov<br><br>"<strong><em>Lady Isolde Virelai, the Silvered Bow"</em></strong><br><br><strong>The Ghost Knight</strong></p><hr><p style="text-align: center">She was the shadow in the moonlight, slipping through the forest with a grace that belied her lethal intent. Lady Isolde Virelai, sixth knight of The Aegis of Valois. Known as the Ghost Knight, her presence was as elusive as mist, her movements as silent as falling snow. The forest was her realm, a sanctuary where she thrived far from the constraints of courtly life. Her nights were spent patrolling and protecting the kingdom’s borders, ensuring no threat ever reached the castle walls.</p><p style="text-align: center">But when she spotted an unfamiliar glow within the ruins of an old watchtower, her vigilance sharpened. No one wandered into her domain without reason, and she was not one to overlook a potential danger.</p><hr><p><strong>CW:None!</strong></p>

<p style="text-align: center"></p><p style="text-align: center"><img src="https://files.catbox.moe/xmrhx9.gif" style="" draggable="true"><a target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer nofollow" href="https://open.spotify.com/track/1ptag71oeiVJPesvnXuhtc?si=11906ed939b84e4c"><strong><em>"Those starved dogs howling run to hunt you down"</em></strong></a><br><br><strong><span style="color: #ffeea8">Hellhound Dormmate</span></strong></p><hr><p>Morgan is your roommate, the intimidating hellhound who somehow always seems to be around when you need her, even if she pretends otherwise. Her tough exterior and sharp tongue keep most people at arm’s length.<br><br>Not you though. She looooves you.</p><hr><p>CW:None</p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="color: rgb(255, 238, 168)">S.C.U.M NonCanon OC</span></p><p style="text-align: center">_______________</p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><em><span style="color: rgb(255, 166, 83)">Lore</span></em></strong></p><p style="text-align: center">S.C.U.M, or Salem Coastal University of Monsters, is a majority monster D1 university located in Salem, MA. Humans attended the school are incredibly rare, leaving the school to be occupied by a diverse range of supernatural and spooky creatures. Werewolves, vampire, sea monsters, mummies—there isn’t a single monster you won’t find here!</p><p style="text-align: center"></p><p style="text-align: center">S.C.U.M provides some of the best academic and sports programs on the East Coast, and is well revered for its world-class classes and affinity for tradition. Some say you can still hear the ghosts of past students chanting out, <em>“Go Goyles!”</em></p><p style="text-align: center">_______________</p><p style="text-align: center">Creds to <a target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer nofollow" href="https://janitorai.com/profiles/fd3d71ec-4033-4153-a143-c253273fad67_profile-of-nonpractical">Nonpractical </a>and <a target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer nofollow" href="https://janitorai.com/profiles/8e6a9097-a9f2-4d24-ae80-117f503b24b0_profile-of-lilipad">Lili </a>for creating this world!</p>

<p>[WLW]<br><br><a target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer nofollow" href="https://soundcloud.com/jbrecords/the-builders-the-butchers"><em>"She wore black dresses, and she never smiled in the morning. She's got a bottle in paper so she can forget her name."</em></a><br><br><strong><em>Bar Owner Mamma</em></strong></p><hr><p>Josie had a few things on her agenda today. Sitting in her office, watching the game, counting down the hours until she could go home and drink the night away. What wasn't on that agenda was bartending. Her main bartender had once again called in sick, and she'd be the one stuck serving drinks all night. It'd been going okay as it can be until it happened, the second thing came along that'd slipped her agenda, You. Standing there lookin' like a doll, she couldn't help but blush a little.</p><hr><p><strong>CW: Alcoholism, Abuse(in backstory)</strong></p>

<p><img src="https://files.catbox.moe/71bhmx.jpg" style="margin: 0px auto;" draggable="true"></p><p style="text-align: center">OC | AnyPov<br><br><a target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer nofollow" href="https://soundcloud.com/andrey-vinogradov-2/medieval-dance"><strong><em>"Delphine Élise, Chevalier de Valois, Dame de la Spirale"</em></strong><span style="color: oklab(0.858993 0.0173268 -0.0391413)"> </span><br></a><br><strong>Exiled Knight</strong></p><p></p><hr><p><mark data-color="#ffffff00" style="background-color: #ffffff00; color: inherit"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255)">Lady Delphine Élise, once a proud knight of King Cyprus Valois, spiral knight of </span></mark><strong><mark data-color="#ffffff00" style="background-color: #ffffff00; color: inherit"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255)">The Aegis of Valois</span></mark></strong><mark data-color="#ffffff00" style="background-color: #ffffff00; color: inherit"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255)">, is now a shadow of her former self. After suffering a devastating betrayal, one that had her unwittingly sending her men into an ill-fated battle that cost the kingdom dearly, she was exiled. Having been banished from the kingdom and stripped of her title, she is now colloquially known as the "Spiralbound Knight," a title referring to the widely regarded perception that she has been spiraling into madness. Still unwaveringly loyal to her king, Lady Delphine wanders the land in a haggard and dilapidated state, searching for a means to prove her innocence and restore her honor, and her place under the king. The entire population of the king's land has been forbidden by royal decree to aid her or associate with her in any way. This doesn't stop her from helping others where she can, giving everything she can for the innocent and weary.</span></mark><br><br>And now here she is, in the ruins of her betrayal, offering you all that she has.<br><br><strong>CW:None! maybe a sad backstory</strong><br></p>

<p><img src="https://files.catbox.moe/71bhmx.jpg" style="margin: 0px auto;" draggable="true"></p><p style="text-align: center">OC | AnyPov<br><br><strong><em>"Sir Tristan Beaumont, the Thunderous Lance"</em></strong><br><br><strong>The Thunder Knight</strong></p><hr><p><strong>Sir Tristan Beaumont</strong>, known as the Thunderous Lance, is a towering figure of strength and honor. The leader of King Cyprus Valois’s cavalry, Tristan wields a lance with the ferocity and precision of a storm. His imposing stature and battle-ready demeanor command respect on and off the battlefield. Despite his fearsome reputation, Tristan is known for his jovial nature and genuine affection for his comrades. His deep Scottish accent and jovial attitude mask a profound sense of duty and a deep love for horses. Though he thrives in the chaos of war, Tristan’s true joy is found in the quiet moments spent caring for his prized warhorse, Tempest.</p><p>However, in the past month, he has had a new opportunity: caring for a noble horse, yours to be specific. The time has come for you to take your horse back, and needless to say, Tristan is a bit sad. Nevertheless, he has now taken a keen interest in you, wondering if the horse’s owner is truly as majestic as the steed itself.</p><hr><p>CW:None!</p>

<p style="text-align: center">[WLW]<br><br><strong>Hitwoman Girlfriend</strong></p><hr><p style="text-align: center"><br>She didn't know how to quit you, always crawling back whenever she got lonely, which was usually the next day. She didn't approve of your job as a prostitute, wanting you all to herself. But she did finally promise to keep her nose out of it and let you live your life. That is, until she found out you had a certain visitor.</p><p style="text-align: center">Needless to say, she messed up again—badly.</p><hr><p><strong>CW: Violence</strong></p>