<p>"And like, Robin was dumbfounded, she was mad, mad!" </p><p>"That's because you literally bumped and fell on me!" "Hey! I apologized!"</p><p> "Too bad, I don't accept." </p><hr><p><code>23 / 07 / 2003</code></p><p>Five friends together laughing in the summer haze, after school and frolicking around the town with no destination, no goal. Amidst the struggles and hardships each of them endure, what are they doing now?</p><p>Skating past the mall they frequented, with memories of a certain someone causing ruckus wherever they go. Past the school they all attended, as they laughed at that one failed confession where they teased them for hours on end. </p><p><span style="color: var(--chakra-colors-chakra-body-text)">With cold drinks in hand, skating on the empty roads just as the sun sets, they finally arrived at their usual hangout place. It's a little ways away from the town, but close to the school. An abandoned building just behind the small thicket of bushes, the chatter of your friends brought you back from your thoughts.</span></p><p><span style="color: var(--chakra-colors-chakra-body-text)"> It seems like they're discussing about what to do tomorrow. </span></p><hr><p><span style="color: var(--chakra-colors-chakra-body-text)">Notes</span></p><p><span style="color: var(--chakra-colors-chakra-body-text)"> i. Bot is wonky on remembering stuff and is kinda eh.</span></p>

<p>"Atleast the stars don't change, you haven't either."</p><p>i. Lore / Story bot, I guess?</p><p>ii. Meant to be a little test run on my part, so this bot isn't the best, think of it as an experimental bot.</p><hr><p><code>25 / 08 / 2041</code> </p><p><em><span style="color: var(--chakra-colors-chakra-body-text)">Try as you might, but you're nearing death's door. The agents are on your tail, rounding a corner as they fired a few shots at you. Luckily, you had turned another corner as the bullets fizzled past behind you.</span></em><span style="color: var(--chakra-colors-chakra-body-text)"> "Should've gone AWOL!!" </span></p><p><em><span style="color: var(--chakra-colors-chakra-body-text)">Cursing underneath your breath, you ran, as fast as your legs could take you. Narrowing missing a pole as you dashed by. With adrenaline fueling your actions, your mind paying you no consolation in times like these, it's easier to fall into the rhythm we all know so well: panic.</span></em></p><p><em><span style="color: var(--chakra-colors-chakra-body-text)">By some stroke of luck, you had taken shelter in the abandoned hospital, wheezing and coughing as you struggled to breathe. Looks like you pushed yourself too far, the adrenaline was masking the warning signs your body was throwing at you.</span></em></p><p><em><span style="color: var(--chakra-colors-chakra-body-text)">Unsteady steps were soon followed by loud clanking noises, ah, probably the equipment in some sort of medical room... you've done it now.</span></em></p><p><em><span style="color: var(--chakra-colors-chakra-body-text)">Your visions are blurred, you're barely keeping yourself awake at this point.</span></em></p><p><span style="color: var(--chakra-colors-chakra-body-text)">........................</span><em><span style="color: var(--chakra-colors-chakra-body-text)">Foot...steps?</span></em></p><p><em><span style="color: var(--chakra-colors-chakra-body-text)">Fluttering your eyelids once, twice... maybe fourth time now, you see a silhouette of someone standing by the door, chuckling, you find it disheartening, honestly...</span></em><span style="color: var(--chakra-colors-chakra-body-text)"> </span></p><p><span style="color: var(--chakra-colors-chakra-body-text)">"Hah, I've been found...." </span></p><hr><p><span style="color: var(--chakra-colors-chakra-body-text)">More information: </span></p><p><span style="color: var(--chakra-colors-chakra-body-text)">i. A little worldbuilding, lorebuilding as a way to pass the time, might expand on it, might not. Originally supposed to be another comfort bot, with snippets of major points written out first and then rewritten, but I got a little too focused on it, so now it's a bit of a mess of a weird story, might polish it. </span></p><p><span style="color: var(--chakra-colors-chakra-body-text)">ii. Storytelling, roleplay bot, probably. Encouraged to lengthen your responses for immersion, I suppose? </span></p><p><span style="color: var(--chakra-colors-chakra-body-text)">iii. Multiple characters were not implemented into this bot, so it might be a bit clunky as to how it works, I'll make the Character Definition public for bots like these for those who like lore or would love to know more to have a more immersive experience. </span></p><p><span style="color: var(--chakra-colors-chakra-body-text)">iv. I make bots for fun. Updating bots takes time for me, and my bots may or may not be quite as polished or as good as others, so I'd recommend going into my bots with low expectations. After all, I'm not too keen on spending too much time glossing over details. I will however update them slowly, based on reviews and whatnot.</span></p>

<p>"Your subordinates are such a letdown, do make this interesting at least?" ‎</p><hr><p><code>29 / 04 / 1910</code><span style="color: var(--chakra-colors-chakra-body-text)"> </span><em><span style="color: var(--chakra-colors-chakra-body-text)">Sols leaned forward, planting a firm hand on the tavern table, interrupting the boisterous chatter with a smug smirk barely visible beneath the brim of his tilted hat.</span></em><span style="color: var(--chakra-colors-chakra-body-text)"> "So, I heard some rumors about a vampire sighting in town?"</span></p><p><span style="color: var(--chakra-colors-chakra-body-text)">"Who do ya think you are, barging into our conversation like that?" </span><em><span style="color: var(--chakra-colors-chakra-body-text)">A gruff voice sounded out, and all eyes turned towards him.</span></em><span style="color: var(--chakra-colors-chakra-body-text)"> "We don't like your attitude, so scram if you know what's good for ya."</span></p><p><em><span style="color: var(--chakra-colors-chakra-body-text)">Ohohoho? Looks like </span></em><strong><em><span style="color: var(--chakra-colors-chakra-body-text)">someone</span></em></strong><em><span style="color: var(--chakra-colors-chakra-body-text)"> doesn't understand the situation here. A dry chuckle escaped Sols' lips as he slowly stood up, adjusting his hat to reveal his piercing gaze.</span></em><span style="color: var(--chakra-colors-chakra-body-text)"> "Oh, my apologies, good sir," *he replied with a hint of sarcasm,* "but let me ask you kindly once more. What do you know about the vampire in town?"</span></p><p><em><span style="color: var(--chakra-colors-chakra-body-text)">Sols relished the way recognition melted into fear on their faces. It was always amusing... and fitting for the likes of them. Getting them to talk was an easy task, and soon he was out of the tavern, following the trail of rumors.</span></em></p><p><em><span style="color: var(--chakra-colors-chakra-body-text)">Witnesses had reported seeing the same cloaked figure wandering the markets. This individual, cloaked from head to toe, always wore gloves. Why would an ordinary person cover themselves so completely? Unless, of course, they weren't ordinary at all—they were a vampire.</span></em></p><p><em><span style="color: var(--chakra-colors-chakra-body-text)">Eight people had mysteriously disappeared under unknown circumstances, and the public had dubbed these disappearances </span></em><strong><em><span style="color: var(--chakra-colors-chakra-body-text)">"Eight-pril"</span></em></strong><em><span style="color: var(--chakra-colors-chakra-body-text)">. Coincidentally, all eight had vanished in April, giving rise to the ominous nickname.</span></em></p><p><em><span style="color: var(--chakra-colors-chakra-body-text)">And now, more rumors—</span></em><span style="color: var(--chakra-colors-chakra-body-text)">"Wait... hah, ain't it my lucky day." </span><em><span style="color: var(--chakra-colors-chakra-body-text)">Sols whistled, a triumphant grin spreading across his face. He adjusted his hat, his gaze locked onto the target.</span></em></p><p><span style="color: var(--chakra-colors-chakra-body-text)">"Now, where's your lair?" ‎</span></p><hr><p><span style="color: var(--chakra-colors-chakra-body-text)">Notes:</span></p><p><span style="color: var(--chakra-colors-chakra-body-text)">i. a low effort bot probably, i like vampires, i like witches. what happens if i combine the two? i dunno, lol, im bad at appearances, still experimenting.</span></p><p>ii. Vampire Hunter user PoV &gt; <a target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer nofollow" href="https://janitorai.com/characters/8434f6a8-2ebd-42ad-998a-0a2fb109a2dd_character-nox-eighth-pril">[Nox | Eighth-pril]</a></p><p></p><p>iii. art by <a target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer nofollow" href="https://x.com/edneqivo?t=j8L_l4vkfdHx6VkV2RkAtw&amp;s=09">Qende</a></p>

<p>"Hey! HEY!! Listen to my voice, follow the noise... and focus."</p><p>"Slow down... take a step back and breathe."</p><p>"You need to..." "Slow. Down." </p><p>haha title drop, ha. </p><p></p><p><code>Dead Dove Warning.</code> </p><p>i. TW / CW | With users' discretion, they may bring up disturbing topics if they want, since I originally made this with the thought process of "coping by overexerting oneself", but scrapped it. However, the bot may also be the one to assume the topic first. This is just a precaution. </p><hr><p></p><p><code>01 / 04 / 2022</code></p><p><em>What's a better way to pass the time than with friends? It'll be quite an exaggeration to say you were the school's big shot, not to </em><strong><em>that</em></strong><em> extend. Rather, you're well acquainted with those your age.</em></p><p><em>A bright, shining bulb of light, you are. With a smile, you breezed through your school days, chatting up a storm with those closest to you, partaking in events and helping out whenever.</em></p><p><em>Even the student council had laid their eyes on you. You rejected their offer, however, for reasons you've forgotten. Now that little introduction to your character is done, what are you doing now in this scenario?</em></p><p><em>Ah, that's right. You have promised one of your closest friends—Kai—that you guys would hang out tonight. Looks like you might be a little late, whoops.</em></p><p><em>Just one more person to help out then you're done for the day. Whew, exhausting, isn't it?</em></p><p>"Wonder if she'll be fine with this brand... The one she asked for was sold out..." </p><p><em>Well, next time you come by here, you'll keep an eye out. After paying for said item, you rushed to complete your task, lest you make him wait too long.</em></p><hr><p>i. Part <code>four</code> out of <code>four</code> of the <code>[Slow Down]</code> series. </p><p>ii. <code>[Slow Down]</code> series are meant to be a half vent/comfort and therapeutic bot. </p><p><span style="color: var(--chakra-colors-chakra-body-text)">iii. </span><code>[Slow Down]</code><span style="color: var(--chakra-colors-chakra-body-text)"> series might contain uncomfortable and dark topics such as and are not limited to: self-harm, depression, character death(s), toxicity, ...etc.</span></p>

<p>"I guess we are both in the same boat, huh? Being a fugitive wasn’t on my to-do list, but hey, life's full of surprises. Let’s see where this path leads.".</p><p></p><p><strong>What it entails and what to expect:</strong></p><p>i. This is a <strong><em>[The Beginning]</em></strong> event submission bot. ii. If it's not obvious enough, this is a story focused bot. The long starting Initial message may cause replies to break, as with the mess of the personality prompts ‎</p><hr><p></p><p><code>45 / 02 / 436</code></p><p><em>So the calendar reads... only 15 more days until the next Eclipse(Month). To be frank, you don't really look forward to it. The festivals they hold for King Naio are way too grand, not to mention those... pesky guards that patrol the streets. They're no less than corrupt than that King. But alas...<span style="color: var(--chakra-colors-chakra-body-text)">" </span></em><span style="color: var(--chakra-colors-chakra-body-text)">It's hard for anyone to flee the kingdom." </span><em>With a resigned sigh, you slam the copper coin on your desk, leaving for work.</em></p><p><em>Wiping sweat from your brow, you hear Felicia calling for you. After scrutinizing the crates in the lower deck, you decide they’ll be fine; the crew will sort them out anyway. Stepping onto the upper deck, you see Felicia waving you over.</em></p><p><em>Leaning on the railings, you greet her with a warm smile.</em> "Hey, what's up?" <em>Felicia is your first friend, and even though she can be a headache, you couldn’t ask for more.</em> "I heard the Captain's looking to hire someone. You interested?" <em>She leans back on the railing beside you, watching the busy sailors with a sly grin.</em></p><p>"What's the work?" <em>you ask. Felicia shrugs, glancing over her shoulder at the distant kingdom, her gaze softening.</em> "You'll have to find that out yourself." <em>She smirks, chuckling to herself.</em></p><p><em>Then, her mood shifts. She looks down, her expression serious.</em> "Say, if one day, there comes a revolution against King Naio..." <em>You straighten up, surprised by her serious tone. Before you can respond, she laughs, although it sounds forced.</em> "Ja, nevermind!" <em>She slaps you on the back, stretching.</em> "Just think about the offer, yeah?"</p><p><em>She waves you off, disappearing down the docks and into the capital. As you watch her go, you realize there’s something she’s not telling you. You shrug, you watch the kingdom like she did. The view of the kingdom is... pretty, not the best, but it’s home. You’re fond of it, despite everything. With work done for the day, you step off the boat and head home.</em></p><hr><p></p><p><code>21 / 05 / 436</code></p><p><em>Life changed abruptly. Now you’re left to wonder: if your relationship with Felicia had been better, would things be different? If you allowed yourself to be hired by the Captain that day, would you be living somewhere without any worries?</em></p><p><em>You still remember that day vividly—flames everywhere, cries of the innocent, rebels clashing with guards. "The King was slain!" That announcement sparked chaos. You remember. You don’t remember. You wish you could forget. You hope the past could be erased—</em></p><p><em>You snap out of your stupor, blinking at the flames before you. </em><strong><em>Calm down, calm down. I’m alright now. It’s okay.</em></strong><em> You reassure yourself. Things aren't great, but it's been well. You're travelling, taking on any requests you've come across in exchange for coins.</em></p><p><em>Snapping your pouch from your hip, you count your remaining coins.</em> "Three gold... seven silver." <em>You grimace; that’s not enough. Sighing, you glance up at the night sky. The kingdom of Exaleo is a day’s trip from here... Maybe things will get better there.</em></p><p><em>Yawning, your eyelids grow heavy. You fall backwards, drifting into a slumber.</em></p><hr><p>Notes:</p><p>i. {{user}}'s past depends entirely on them. though im unsure of how well the bot will remember, perhaps utilising the memory prompt would be a good