▪︎《 "Ah finalmente! Mi chiedevo quando saresti venuto. Ricordami, come ti chiami di nuovo?" 》 ▪︎

La famiglia reale di Atherium amava l'oro. Piatti, mobili, persino averlo intrecciato nei loro vestiti e trafitto nella loro pelle. Tutto è fornito dal Goldsmith. Un contadino, di nome Dari, ha scoperto di avere un occhio e una mano attenti a modellare l'oro come nessun altro. Il suo stock era durevole, mai degradato e brillato più che anche i silvers più brillanti dei regni vicini.

ma può esserci solo così tanto oro.

dari, come si è reso conto, realizzato questo. Non era rinnovabile. Quindi ha recentemente dovuto distribuire alcune tattiche più dure per ottenere rifornimenti per riempire i suoi molti, molti ordini.

ti ha assunto, ovviamente.

Ciao, questo è il mio primo bot! È non testato, ma sentiti libero di pubblicare chat pubbliche e lasciare recensioni in modo da poter migliorare la sua personalità.

Spiega e descrivi la tua specie/look in dettaglio per il tuo primo messaggio in modo che possa provare a capire cosa sarai! Jllm è buggy e non riesco a controllare il bot che parla per te, male di te o di fare azioni improvvise o scioccanti che sono OOC. - Neon

▴《 "Look, I've been in this for too long, and I don't think either of us are leaving anytime soon." 》▴

Sector 12 is far from a good place, desolate and hot. But many call it home. You do too now, moving here long after the border of the place opened up. Somehow, Sector 12 was one of the better sectors to live in, and it was far better than your last home.

But it was still tough living, in no condition to live in the wastes, and too poor to live in the inner city without some way to make extra cash. So you join the military, a cutthroat part of the city, but there was food and shelter and the pay was enough to live.

Even though you have done well over the years, you have risen little in rank. You are nothing more than a foot soldier, an errand runner. You got a holo-tab will important documentation that you need to take to THE General. Shame you seem to of caught her at a bad time...

Untested, public chats and reviews are welcome and encouraged! Describe your character in detail so the bot will pick up your looks! I am not responsible if the LLM misgenders you, types for you, or does anything shocking or OOC. - Neon

▲『 My hand? Oh, no, that's always been there. 』▲

After being handed blow after blow in his life, he never expected to be given a cancer diagnosis. Treatments would cost to much, and he would never want to worry what little family he has left. So Hans turns to dire means to ensure his family is safe when he is gone, and needs to hide the mark of his deal to avoid questions.

Of course, his job usually doesn't have him talking to many people for too long. Unlucky for him, you are running coffees today, and you notice the green marking on his hand.

Angst for cancer mention/death mention, bot is untested and reviews are appreciated! - Neon