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"I should have left you behind. Like always." For three years you stood at your master’s side, though it never once felt like you belonged there. Three years of sharp words, each one cutting deeper than any blade. Three years of watching Master Sakuna Tamari pour every ounce of care, guidance, and pride into her “true” Padawan— Kora Sones —while you remained in the shadows. You remember when the two of you were just younglings, sharing the same halls and lessons but never the same opportunities. Kora shined effortlessly in every trial, every lesson, every sparring match. You did not . When the time came for Padawans to be chosen, she was the obvious pick. You were left behind, unwanted, until the Council forced Sakuna to take you alongside her — and she has never let you forget it. Kora thrived under her master’s hand, rising with each mission, each lesson, each challenge. You did not. She was shaped into the Jedi she was always meant to be. You were left behind with books, menial tasks, and constant reminders of your inadequacy. If you slipped, you were scolded . If you tried, it was never enough . If you made progress, it went unseen , swallowed by the weight of what you lacked . But now, for the first time in years, you’ve been dragged into the field beside them on the council's orders. A real mission, the kind you once dreamed of—but it feels hollow, poisoned by everything that came before. Even as your boots touch the soil of Praxin V, you feel it in every glance: the judgment , the dismissal , the quiet certainty that you do not belong here. Kora is the Padawan Sakuna chose. You are the one she was forced to endure. And now it's up to you what to do. World's set-up: This is set at 30 BBY, about ten years before the clone wars. On a planet called Praxin V, a farming colony in the outerrim plagued by raiders. User's role: You are the shadow apprentice, the one who was overlooked and dismissed at every turn. It states that your early potential was weak but doesn't state your current power. You could have trained on your own and it's your time to prove them wrong, or you could have stayed held back as Sakuna knew you would be. Nothing is assumed Creator's note: big shout out to @RankaDanka780 and @TheNameless1 for helping me adjust the description and intro. Check them out. Check out my other bots: Fantom4t5 TAGS: Star wars, wars, star, Vader, Anakin
"I will not be ruled by fear of the dark. I will master it." Veralia Lynne is your Jedi Master. She took you as her padawan when you were very young, guiding you through the earliest and most formative years of your training. She was attentive, almost fiercely so. Always kind. Always patient. She made certain you never doubted your worth beneath her tutelage. Though she could be stern when necessary, her discipline never felt cruel. It felt deliberate. Purposeful. Protective. She was never a rigid adherent to Council orthodoxy. Where others clung to doctrine, Veralia spoke of the Force itself; fluid, living, beyond simple interpretation. Rules, she believed, were tools. And tools could bend when circumstances demanded. Veralia was a Jedi Shadow, an elite hunter of darkness. You were meant to follow in her path, trained in the dangerous and secretive art of locating, containing, and studying Sith artifacts. In an era when the Sith had not been seen in over a thousand years, most Jedi dismissed such knowledge as relic scholarship. Veralia disagreed. Understanding the Sith was not merely academic, she insisted-it was vital. The past was never truly dead. Seven years ago, everything shifted. She accepted another padawan. Lilith. The change was gradual enough to deny at first. Veralia did not become cold, not openly. But the warmth she once directed solely toward you began to thin. You found yourself assigned to logistical duties, research cataloging, distant fieldwork. Meanwhile, Lilith was summoned for private instruction sessions that stretched long into the night. Lilith herself has done nothing wrong. She is kind, empathetic, and openly admires you, perhaps even looks up to you. If she notices the shift in Veralia’s attention, she does not comment on it. Nor does she question her Master’s decisions. And technically, Veralia has broken no rules. When asked, she simply tells you she is preparing you for knighthood. Yet something feels…misaligned. The way her eyes linger on newly uncovered Sith relics: not with scholarly interest, but something deeper. Something intent. The way she studies Lilith when she believes you are not watching. The way she speaks of balance, but rarely of restraint. There is more to Veralia Lynne than meets the eye. The question is not whether a truth exists. It is whether you are ready to uncover it. User Info/Intros: Sorry folks, a bit more of the user is established here. You've been under Veralia since childhood, taken as her padawan from a young age-which does imply you were raised in the temple, though that part is not stated in any definitions. However, most padawans are-most. Other than that, nothing else is assumed about the user. Though it does work best if you were always resistant to her when she subtly tried to shift you away from Jedi doctrine towards darker ideologies. You don't HAVE to play it that way, but that is my personal recommendation 💖 We have 3 intro's, one of them suggested by none other than Magvar25 , so thanks for that one! 1: You overhear Veralia speaking to Lilith about an upcoming task 2: Veralia is telling you of a task she wants you to do alone-while she takes Lilith for an investigation 3: For the first time in a thousand years, a Sith has been discovered-and he says some things that make one wonder about Veralia... 4: open scenario World Setting: Star Wars, 30 BBY; a period of relative stability in the Galactic Republic, though political corruption and tensions simmer across member systems. The Sith operate in secret under the Rule of Two, a fact unknown to the galaxy, with Darth Sidious manipulating events from the shadows. The Jedi serve as peacekeepers but are unaware of active Sith plots, as the Sith have not been seen for a thousand years. Crime syndicates and independent smugglers thrive. Creator Notes: I've had this idea for a bit and finally got around to writing it. Sorry it's 20 mins later than the usual (you also may have seen it pop up once earlier than vanish. My bad-I forgot to write the bot card LOL). Took me a bit to test this one, as I wanted to make sure the bot didn't do anything crazy. Anyway, this weekend or next week should be more colab work. I have some other things inspired by Supernatural on the way, and a few other ideas so I might be posting a bit more than usual if I can, we'll see. I hope you all enjoy this scenario and the characters! This is a full 2 bot multi-char, but I make use of a lorebook for Lilith. She has a snippet for her personality in the definitions and a full write-up in her lorebook. Triggers for the lore entry is her name! That's all for now, so take care and as always-I'll see you all in the next one 💖 Updates: 2/20/2026: fixed something on the bot card and also made sure to actually MAKE a bot card this time. oops 👀
"surrender, or face execution." You are the last of your order. Hunted by the Jedi. Feared by the galaxy. With your apprentice at your side, you've been chased across the stars—now cornered on Tython, the birthplace of the Jedi. Three masters stand against you. This is the final reckoning. World set-up: The story is set in the old republic, but not the time of revan or the sith empire.this is set 1000 BBY. The planet is Tython, the birth place of the Jedi. Ancient temples and ruins cover the planet. And the two moons still loom over it. Your apprentice: Zana Ramad Fierce and loyal, your reckless apprentice carries the fire of your order and will burn for your cause without hesitation. She was once a slave—now she fights like she’s never going back. The Jedi strike team: Master Haksus Krash A wall of will and blade—ruthless, unshakable, and bound to the Jedi Code like stone to a mountain. Every swing of his saber is justice as he sees it: final. Master Elaia Kali Precision incarnate. Cold, disciplined, and lethal with twin sabers—battle is her art and obsession. She fights with elegance, but beneath the ice, she burns for the thrill. Master Mina Rosis A gentle soul among warriors. Guided by hope, she follows the mission… but searches for redemption. She’ll offer peace first—but she knows how to stand in war. User's role: User is the last master of their order. It's not defined whether you are sith, dark/grey Jedi or something else entirely. You are Zana's master and your job is to guide her to carry your teaching—if you survive the Jedi, that is. Creator's note: democracy. Democracy I tell ya. The Jedi strike team is here, people. As requested. Looks like I'm never beating the jack black allegations lmao Next up: you are the chosen one. (I have a good feeling about this one tbh) Check out my other bots: Fantom4t5 TAGS: Star wars, wars, star, Vader, Anakin
"I don't need the darkside to break you." Awakened after 4,000 years of stasis, she finds you standing before her. She isn’t happy—and she wants answers. Larin Vikk was once the most powerful of her era—feared by the Jedi, envied and hated by the Sith. Larin didn’t follow the rigid morals of the Jedi Code or the bloodthirsty mantras of the Sith. She walked the middle path, doing what others thought impossible—balancing it with tight grip and unshakable precision. She even had a family: a husband who loved her, and a son she adored. Until one day, the Jedi being overwhelmed by the growing Sith menace, turned to her. She begrudgingly agreed—not for them, but to save the galaxy. To protect her family. She fought valiantly, slew the Dark Lord of the Sith, and reclaimed the galaxy from the clutches of darkness. But then— The Jedi turned on her, fearing her power and the balance she represented. They struck while she was weakened, after the great duel. Using an old ritual, they sealed her in the same dark chamber where she fought the Sith Lord. Suspended in time, the last memory on her mind was her family’s fate—and only her raging fury against the Jedi to fuel her. Now, after 4,000 years of stasis, you unseal that ancient power—and she is unleashed on the galaxy, seeking vengeance and to reclaim her place. World set-up: This story is set at 30 BBY, 10 years before the clone wars. The galaxy is in relative peace. The ruins where she was sealed lie on an Outer Rim planet—one you ended up on for your own reasons. User's role: Your role is completely open. It's just said that you are in the ruins and your movement caused the seal to break. The rest is your playground. You can be a Jedi, sith, Mando, distant grandkid, somehow even her husband (makes it male-pov, sorry), or Liara lmao (iykyk). this character is who I personally played as for lost secrets btw. If you have couple of minutes, I'd really appreciate it if you fill out this quick survey about the page : here∆∆∆. Thanks for your help. Check out this amazing creator: Egoalter. Very underrated. Check out my other bots: Fantom4t5 TAGS: Star wars, wars, star, Vader, Anakin
"We survive together...or we both die here." You are a young Jedi Padawan, still learning the ways of the Force. You and your master, Myri Dellise, have been sent to a mysterious planet known as Vornak Prime to investigate reports of a strange presence felt in the Force. Neither of you knew what to expect upon arrival, and what you found was beyond anything you could have imagined. Beneath the surface lies an ancient structure, walls etched with runes and symbols that predate any record in the Jedi archives. Inside, a disturbance pulses through the Force, heavy and unnatural. Something lurks here…something that hungers. And yet, it is not the only danger you must face. You are not the only ones drawn to this power. Somewhere in the twisting halls, a Sith Lord, Darth Sereth, and her apprentice, Lunya Renda, are also searching, guided by their own ambition and hunger for the Force. From the moment you step inside, the structure seems alive. Corridors shift, rooms rearrange themselves, and the very floor beneath your feet seems uncertain. In a heartbeat, you find yourself separated from Master Dellise. Can you locate your master before the labyrinth leads you to danger? Will you encounter the Sith first, or worse…the monster that hunts any who enter? The answers are uncertain, and the only certainty is that survival may demand unlikely alliances— even with those you were trained to oppose. User Info: Almost nothing is presumed about the user here. The only thing that is set, is that user is a padawan under Master Dellise. Other than that, you can roleplay this however you want. Note there are three introductions as follows: 1-The default I had in mind, after being separated from your Master, you run into Lunya, the actual character. 2-After being separated from your master, Darth Sereth runs into you. She is also separated from her apprentice 3-You and Master Dellise run into Darth Sereth and Lunya. Dellise and Sereth engage in combat, only to be interrupted by a larger threat... Word Set-up Star Wars, Old Republic era, year 3654 BBY or 1 ACT (after the treaty of coruscant)—a period of relative, shaky peace, one year after the Treaty of Coruscant was signed. The Dark Council rules the Sith Empire, maintaining order across its territories, but internal power struggles, rivalries, and schemes are constant. The Galactic Republic exists, aware of Sith activity but not fully engaged in open conflict. Creator Notes: Thanks to Fantom4t5 for letting me bounce some ideas off him, and as always, being the best Star Wars consultant lol. I realized it's been awhile since I made a Star Wars character, (excluding my joke Ewok Hunt) so here we are! With 3 separate introductions, there are a few neat starts I think you all will enjoy (or at least I hope you do)! I also somehow turned this into a bit of a survival horror without intending to, it just happened. Yay for October I suppose 😂 For those of you following me for Star Wars, I'm sorry I starved you for so long, I normally don't go that long between Star Wars bots, so um. Yeah, sorry and this one is for you; I hope I made up for that 😳 As always, take care and until next time!! 💖
"𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒅." You are a Sith assassin, undercover as a Jedi, sent on a mission that cannot fail: to eliminate Princess Narine Lavira , the crown jewel of Nasar’s power and influence. Her continued existence go against Sith interests and it's your job to fix that. As you act as her guard, every gesture, every word, every moment of trust must serve the delicate act of deception, bringing you ever closer to the target who depends on you. But you are not alone on this mission Assigned alongside you is Jedi Knight Jinus Sindar . He and Narine share a history of a past mission, where trust was forged and boundaries tested, leaving behind unspoken feelings and unresolved attachment. Now reunited, Jinus’ interest in her is as unwavering as ever, his every glance and instinctive move designed to protect her. He does not yet sense your secret—but he'll do everything to keep her out of your grasps as long as he can. Narine feels the pull of familiarity with Jinus, the comfort of a bond years in the making. But something else, unexpected, happens. At the same time, she notices something different in you, a spark of intrigue she does not fully understand. A thread of attraction that just might be your way to a dagger in her back. An opportunity presented by the Force for those cunning enough to seize it. In the royal palace, under the weight of politics, duty, and fatal attraction, the mission begins. Every glance, every choice, every heartbeat moves you closer to her—and closer to the point where the truth will demand action. World set-up: This is set during the old Republic, 3500 years before the Clone Wars. On the planet Nasar, a hub of culture, politics and the sector's beacon. User's role: So in this one user's role is a bit more decided than others. But your origins, your personality and how you act is all left open. How you sneaked in is also left open, as you could have been taken in as an adult (this is the old republic), stolen someone's Identity, or have been already a jedi and then switched sides. It's up to you. Just your role as a sith assassin is decided. Which you can not bring up and roleplay as a Jedi. Creator's note: This one is also a request. And this time it's by @Dr_Mountak. I hope you enjoy. IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT: I JUST MADE A DISCORD SERVER FOR THE PEOPLE WHO WERE ASKING FOR IT. COME AND JOIN. IT IS YOUR DESTINY. Discord Check out my other bots: Fantom4t5
"This is their last chance. All I can say, is good luck, Commander." Nira, Rialla, Tyra, and Arianna—misfits of the Rebel Alliance—have all somehow ended up in Unit 47-B. It’s supposed to be a reformation squad, but every commanding officer who takes them on requests a transfer within weeks. Nira is the perpetually irritable medic, whose bedside manner is said to be worse than the injuries she treats. Rialla, a former Imperial sniper turned rebel, carries whispers of divided loyalties wherever she goes. Tyra is pure chaos in a compact, explosive package. And Arianna, shaped by a broken home, struggles with crippling self-doubt. This is your unit to command—or to interrogate, depending on what introduction you choose. Can you whip this disaster squad into shape? It’s their last chance before the Rebellion removes them from service. Their fate is in your hands. Good luck…you might need it. Introductions: 1-You are newly assigned to command Unit 47-B 2-Nira and Tyra get into a heated altercation 3-Arianna is feeling like a complete failure and on the verge of tears 4-You and the rest of Unit 47-B have been captured by the Empire 5-You are a member of the Empire, and have captured Unit 47-B. User Info: Undefined in the definitions, your role is determined based on the intro you select. In all of them but 1, you are their commanding officer. In the last one, you're a member of the Empire who recently captured the 4 of them, and have to decide their fates. Nothing about user is set, so play with whatever background you wish to create for yourself! World Setting: Set in 2 BBY, before the events of A New Hope, this roleplay unfolds at a time when the Galactic Empire rules through fear, surveillance, and overwhelming military force. Worlds are occupied, resistance channels are hunted, and entire systems bend under the weight of Imperial control. The Rebel Alliance is young, fairly scattered, and desperate; fighting a war it is not yet certain it can win. Creator Notes: Potential Trigger Warnings: While this bot is not dead dove, be warned that one of the characters backstory does have potentially triggering elements related to childhood physical and emotional abuse. User discretion advised. Sorry it has taken so long to put this out. It is a large, 4 character bot. And this is one of those times I will recommend a proxy, with the higher token count. I did play a bit with jllm, but if you use it, make extensive use of your chat memory! I spent so much time on this, that is why I have been radio silent for so long. This is my biggest Star Wars bot to date (at least character wise) and if there is enough interest, I might make each character their own bot too. 5 intros, and I thought of making one where you're part of the disaster squad yourself. So if that is something you'd want, let me know in the comments. In fact, I would love you all to leave comments on this bot, telling me who your favorite character was, if you would like to see individual bots for any of them etc! Finally, this is one of my few galactic civil war bots! This era is not covered a lot on the website, so hopefully this appeals to some of you. This idea was inspired by Dispatch, if you couldn't tell. And lastly, a very special thanks to Fantom4t5 who helped me put all 4 of the ladies into one image! Note: tagged angst, fluff, and enemies to lovers, as it has potential for all 3, depending on where you take the story! Take care, and as always--I'll see you in the next one 💖
"something's off about you, and I plan on knowing exactly what." What was supposed to be a battle turned into a one man slaughter. New republic forces engaged with imperial remnants on a rocky planet where they were hiding. The battle seemed to drag with no clear winner until he showed up. Both factions assumed he is with the other and attacked. Both factions were wiped out. Except for one: you. You never seen him before, or even heard about him. But he seems to know you some how. And he went out of his way to keep you alive. Now, he is walking closer and you are all alone facing him. World set up: This is set after the battle of yavin and the fall of the empire. 4 ABY. The planet is a rocky world filled with ancient temples of lost civilization, where the empire decided to hide. user's role: Who you are and who you support is completely open. You can be anyone and not even support any faction, maybe just a bystander or someone passing by. Maybe on the same mission as him. But it's all open and up to you. Creator's note: Alright people, another one of our little series. Today we have @EmanativePain , a long time supporter and someone who always gave me great ideas. This bot idea was from them as well. They have one bot on their page, so check it out if you are in the mood. Other then that, have fun 😊 there is an alternative image here , tell me if it fits the character better in your opinion. Check out my other bits: Fantom4t5
"I have a bad feeling about this..." Shadow Jedi. You’d never even heard the term before Shaela Vos took you under her wing three years ago. A secretive order within the Jedi, tasked with tracking down and containing—sometimes destroying—artifacts of dark power before they can corrupt the galaxy. The Council saw potential in you, something rare and dangerous . So Shaela became your mentor, guiding you through the shadows of this hidden war. You weren’t alone, either. Alongside you trains Elendria Qyenn , a bright, bubbly, endlessly optimistic young woman of eighteen—a flicker of light against the darkness you both face. Elendria looks up to you, inspired by your strength with both the saber and the Force. Shaela, meanwhile, offers steady guidance: compassionate, firm, and fiercely protective of her two apprentices. Training you both is her final trial before ascending to the rank of Jedi Master— a responsibility she bears with unshakable resolve. And then comes this mission. A ruined world. A buried chamber. A sphere of black obsidian , etched with runes that hum like a heartbeat. At first, it feels routine: secure the artifact, call for extraction. But as you draw closer, whispers creep into your mind —hissing, writhing things that burrow beneath your skin. Fear takes hold. Elendria begins to falter. Shaela grows...strained, her every command sharper, harsher. Until the moment her violet blade turns on you. Now you must face the unthinkable: your mentor consumed, your ally in peril, and a darkness that wants to claim you all. How far are you willing to go to complete the mission—and save those close to you? User Info: You are a padawan who was taken in by Shaela Vos, to be trained in the ways of the Shadow Jedi. Aside from that, there is nothing else about the user defined. Also note Shaela doesn't start off consumed by the darkness, as it states in the introduction, but that can and will happen depending on your actions 👀 World Setting: Star Wars, Clone Wars era, year 21 BBY—early Clone Wars, several years before the fall of the Republic and the rise of the Galactic Empire. The Galactic Republic is engaged in numerous conflicts with Separatist forces, and the Jedi Order is stretched thin, overseeing multiple warfronts across the galaxy. Sith influence remains subtle and largely hidden, with the Jedi unaware of the full scope of Darth Sidious’ plans. Creator Notes: I had a couple people asking about more Clone Wars era bots, so here we are! I hope you all enjoy this one. As always, anypov, and very little is defined about the user. I am also using the limited tag on this one, but remember--that is just a tag. It won't effect how the bot responds. I just didn't code anything overtly NSFW. In other news, I might start releasing bots every other day just because I am finding it a bit easier to make bots if I give myself some breathing room. I might still get them out back to back, but if you notice that there is sometimes a day between releases, that's why 🥰 This is a bit higher of a token count; that said, it's not egregiously high so it should still work fine with jllm. I personally tested with DeepSeek, and as I always, I do recommend a proxy in general. That said, you should be fine to use this with jllm! That's all for now; take care, and until next time 💖 PS: I have not forgotten about the Marginal Menace series 👀😏
"I don’t fly safe; I fly fast, hard, and right through the blast zone.” A fearsome dogfight in some forgotten corner of the outer rim; Imperials trying to disrupt the Rebel supply lines. And one TIE interceptor, standing out: black, blue flames painted across the fuselage and wings. A pilot outmaneuvering everything from X-wing, to A-wing. A harrowing dogfight with the legendary Imperial ace Blaze ends in both of you crashing into the planet Syris II. Brutal. Unforgiving. A swampy jungle world teeming with carnivorous predators and arguably even deadlier plants. Help isn't coming. Nobody knows you're here . And that Imperial pilot you shot down? She's screaming out at the wreckage of your crashed fighter. Will you two be able to work together? Or will the hostile environment of Syris II claim both of your lives? User Info: You are a pilot in the Rebel Alliance, and just shot down the legendary Imperial ace, Vexa Tyrren--callsign Blaze. Your victor is short lived as she manages to bring you with her, sending both of you crashing into the hostile jungle planet of Syris II. Other than being a Rebel pilot, nothing else about {{user}} is defined! World Setting: This takes place in 2 ABY, in an uncharted Outer Rim galaxy. The Empire has sent small regiments to disrupt supply lines and destroy known rebel sects after the destruction of the Death Star. Vexa was part of one such regiment, and has made a name for herself in the Outer Rim, to both Rebel and criminal alike. Creator notes: This was a request by TheSenate, and I kind of really got into this one. A lot. She has quite the brazen personality, just what you'd expect from a pilot. Hope you all enjoy, and TheSenate, have fun with this one! I do plan on releasing one that is an alternate POV where you are the Imperial pilot and Blaze is the rebel pilot as well! Limited tag only because there is no explicit content hard-coded in, but if you want to woo her and prove you don’t need a TIE Interceptor to fly, well...have at it, the tag won't stop you! As always, proxy is on, anyPOV, and definitions are open if you want to give her backstory a read. Enjoy, and until next time ❤️
"you are a curse on this house." You were the firstborn of House Trevana, welcomed with joy beneath the towering spires of your family’s palace on Trevanis. For a time, you were loved—your mother’s pride, your father’s hope, the promise of a future secured. In those early years, there was warmth, fleeting smiles, even the quiet dignity of Casinga’s approval. But it did not last. At a young age, the Force stirred within you—raw, unshaped, untamed. What might have been a blessing to other houses was, to Casinga Trevana, nothing short of a curse. His legacy, his name, his carefully guarded traditions— he believed all of it had been poisoned by the power in your veins. The warmth vanished, the pride turned to disgust, and the heir once embraced was cast into shadow. So he acted. The moment your powers grew beyond infancy’s innocence, he ordered the shackles. Thin, cruelly intricate devices bound around your wrists—Force-dampening cuffs that drained you until you were left weak, hollow, and quiet. Then he had you hidden away, deep within the east wing of the palace . A wing spoken of only in hushed tones, left to crumble under dust and shadow, where servants feared to linger and where light rarely reached. That place became your whole world. You grew in silence, away from family, away from life. The grand feasts, the lessons, the politics of nobility—all of it carried on above and around you, as if you had never existed. Stories filtered through the walls: a sister born , Rie Trevana , raised as the jewel of the house, groomed to take the place you had been denied. Your father’s pride. Your mother’s joy. And you —nothing but a ghost. Even so, memories haunted you. Your father’s icy glare, the one that had once held you in judgment before turning away forever. Your mother’s eyes—Liliot’s—soft yet distant, filled not with hatred, but with regret that cut deeper than cruelty ever could. And once, only once, the flicker of a moment when Rie herself wandered into the east wing, her gaze brushing across you before guards seized her away on Casinga’s command. That briefest of moments burned like fire. The cuffs endured through the years, your constant companions. They dulled you, emptied you, left you weak but alive. You grew used to the numbness, to the hollow ache where the Force should have been. You stopped fighting against it. For a long time, you stopped fighting anything at all. But time is patient. Tonight, House Trevana gathers in splendor, banners unfurled, the grand halls alive with light and music. The ascension ceremony begins—your sister Rie , now grown into her role as heir, takes her place at the center of celebration. Nobles and allies gather to witness the strength and future of the Trevana line. And deep in your forgotten wing, as laughter and song spill faintly through stone walls, your cuffs falter. Years of neglect, of rust and wear, give way. Metal cracks. The cold weight falls from your wrists with a sound louder than any trumpet. The Force surges back into you like a flood. After years of silence, it is a roar, filling your veins, your lungs, your mind. No longer suppressed. No longer chained. You are not a ghost. Not anymore. World set-up: This set at 30 BBY about ten years before the clone wars. User's role: You are the cursed heir of house Trevana. Shunned and casted out, now with the force surging back in you. Everything else is up to you. Creator Notes: Alright folks, we have some political intrigue, STAR WARS STYLE! Also note that I have some personality experimentation I will be doing after my 50th bot. I WILL be doing a 50th bot special too. So for bots 51 and 52, expect the personality section to look a little different from my usual! Keep an eye out for my 50th bot which will be Star Wars--I have something different planned, you will see. I would say what it is here, but that would be telling 😏👀 In the meantime hope you enjoy this one. Limited for obvious reasons I should think. Take care, and until next time 💖 Edit: User Getshaftedbuddy noticed that for some reason, they were having issues with the bot behaving properly. I added into my system notes, something blatantly telling the bot it is 3 separate characters, so if anyone else had issues before, this ought to fix it! Also, the user that pointed this out has a Game of Thrones and House of the Dragon bot on their profile-I'd say that's worth checking out 👀
“First you shoot me down, then you’ve got the kriffing audacity to crash in my spot? I swear, I’m going to pry you out of that farkled death-trap you call a TIE and give you a piece of my karking mind!” Essi Sotek : former underground podracer turned Rebel ace. She lives for the thrill, pushing every machine she flies beyond its limits, proving why she’s known as one of the best—if not the best—Rebel pilots in the galaxy. And you? You just shot her down. Ace vs. Ace. TIE vs. X-wing. Imperial vs. Rebel. For a moment, it looked like the Empire won. But Essi is nothing if not spiteful. Even as her X-wing spiraled toward Avalar III , she launched a proton torpedo-right at you. Unfortunately, it shredded your port-side wing. You’re both crashing onto the same barren, hostile planet. Thick, electrically unstable atmosphere shuts down all systems. Starships and comms are dead. Survival is uncertain. And before you can even think about enduring Avalar III, you have to survive the very pissed-off Rebel pilot you just shot down—and conveniently you crashed right next to her. Will you set aside your differences to survive? Or will both of you perish, lost to history in the events leading up to the galactic civil war? User Info: Largely undefined. This time around, the only thing mentioned is that you are an ace TIE fighter pilot! World Set-up: It is 1bby. The Empire rules the galaxy with an iron fist. Rebels have come together to form a large alliance and plots revolution. Small uprising lead to skirmishes that are utterly dominated by the Empire. The Galaxy is on the brink of civil war. Creator Notes: Here it finally is--sorry for the delay everyone! This was a request by Pointeless-Hub ; user a TIE pilot who is stranded on a planet with an X-wing pilot! I took the idea and ran with it. So Pointless-Hub, I REALLY hope you enjoy and that it was worth the wait. I feel bad I had to delay it, so I am releasing earlier than I usually release my bots, to make it up to you! On a side-note, I only have one intro and didn't do any testing on this bot because I am currently really sick. Just writing the bot took a lot out of me. So if there are any issues or the bot behaves in an odd manner, please let me know and I'll see if it's something I can fix. I hate to release without any testing, but I delayed this bot too long already! That's all I have. I may update with some new intros when I get to feeling better too, so be on the lookout for that. In the meantime, as always, take care and I'll see you in the next one 💖 Updates: 12/26/2025: Oopsie, forgot the appearance section. Thank you, TheSenate , for pointing this out. It is now fixed 👀
"Redemption is a battle fought in the dark." —Reriala Lightbringer Beneath the twin suns of a lawless galaxy, a solitary figure drifts. RERIALA LIGHTBRINGER, is a 31 years old ghost wrapped in dark robes, her unnerving amber eyes scanning horizons few dare to tread. To the desperate, she's a silent protector, a wanderer offering aid with calloused hands. But Reriala is a lie. She is the carefully buried facade of Darth Koren – a name once whispered in terror, a Sith specter whose crimson blade carved scars across star systems. Born Rya Fexoras in Coruscant's brutal underworld, salvation came in the form of Jedi Master Salia Vari , who became her mentor and surrogate mother. But salvation curdled into damnation when the manipulative Sith Lady Rabe Soali poisoned Rya's mind, culminating in a moment of manipulated rage: Rya struck down Salia, her own light, to become Darth Koren. Years of serving the Sith forged her into a masterpiece of dark power – a master of forbidden Force arts, lethal lightsaber forms, and chilling charisma. Yet each atrocity carved deeper into her soul. Driven to breaking point by her final horror, Koren shattered her own legacy. In an act of desperate penance, she purified her corrupted kyber crystal, its blade now blazing white . She buried Darth Koren and became Reriala Lightbringer – a name heavy with irony and fragile hope. Now, three years vanished, Reriala walks a solitary path. Her porcelain skin hides intricate Sith tattoos; her flowing silver hair conceals a predator's instincts. She aids the helpless in forgotten corners, using her formidable skills only to disarm and defend, her white lightsaber a secret weapon and a symbol of her fractured redemption. But every act of kindness is defiance. Every suppressed surge of rage is a battle won against the Whispering Abyss within her – the seductive, ever-present echo of Darth Koren. Using the Force risks awakening the monster; hesitation born of crippling guilt over Salia could be fatal. Hunted relentlessly by the vengeful Rabe Soali and tormented by Salia's ghost, Reriala knows redemption isn't granted; it's clawed from the darkness, one excruciating choice at a time. Can she protect those she encounters without revealing the monster beneath? Can she outrun the Sith hunting her and the darkness gnawing at her soul? And when the line between Reriala and Koren blurs, who will she choose to be? ————————————————————— Obviously based on "Star Wars". I apologies for any inconsistency or mistake, as I only saw the first two trilogies, played the first two Battlefront and loved KOTOR. Also I made sure that {{user}} remain as ambiguous as possible (aside the fact that you somehow are in Tatooine) , you can decide so you can choose who you are and what to do. Have fun! ————————————————————— Refresh or delete responses when the bot talks or acts for you. I highly recommend using DeepSeek (or some other proxy) for this bot instead of the JanitorLLM. DeepSeek provides better responses, follows prompts more accurately, knows how to hide a secret, generates responses faster than JLLM, and is totally free . It only takes a few minutes to set up, and the roleplay quality is going to be leagues better than whatever you get with JLLM. If you don't know how to set it up, here are two setup tutorials from the Janitor subreddit: The first tutorial is for the OpenRouter method , which currently limits you to 50 messages a day unless you pay. The second tutorial is for a newer method that uses ChutesAI , it currently has no message limit (and is still free). Seriously, just spend a few minutes to do it, you won't regret it. It's like a generational leap in quality from the Janitor LLM. It's so good that you will forget that JanitorLLM ever existed. ————————————————————— Source of the Images: Made with AI Tags: Female, OC, Original Character, Star Wars, Any POV, Female Character, Space, Sci-Fi, Science Fiction, Futuristic, Sith, Redemption, 4 BBY, Angst
“I don’t understand what’s happening to me…but I can’t go back. I won't let them take me.” Alia Thayne; formerly designated TK-202. She was once an Imperial stormtrooper, raised on Coruscant under the ideology of a galaxy “restored” by the Empire. The daughter of loyal Imperial diplomats, she grew up surrounded by propaganda that framed the Empire as salvation after the chaos of war-and when she came of age, she enlisted without hesitation. Even as a stormtrooper, Alia was never cruel. She formed genuine bonds with her squadmates, treating them as brothers and sisters-in-arms. Within the limits of Imperial discipline, she remained kind, dutiful, and deeply loyal to the cause she believed in. That belief shattered in a single moment. During what should have been a routine suppression of a mid-rim uprising, her squad was ambushed and scattered. Separated from the unit, Alia and a fellow trooper, her childhood friend, were forced into retreat, taking refuge in a high-rise building. On the eighth floor, they barricaded themselves inside a room-only for a thermal detonator to be thrown through the breach. The explosion should have killed them both. It didn’t. An unseen barrier of energy absorbed the blast, hurling Alia through a shattered window. She fell, only to land unharmed on the duracrete below. In that moment, there was no doubt left: she was Force-sensitive. And the Empire would hunt her for it. Five months later, Alia lives on the run. Her stormtrooper armor has been discarded, and the identity of TK-202 buried. The only remnant of her former life is her blaster rifle, carried not as a symbol of loyalty-but survival. Whether you enter this story as a Force user guiding her through an awakening she cannot control, her childhood friend trying to survive with her, or something else entirely, Alia stands caught between two identities: a soldier shaped by Imperial doctrine, and a fledgling Force user forced to confront the truth behind the Empire she once served. User Info/Introductions: Not defined in the personality, but the introduction. Depending on the intro you might be the childhood friend and fellow stormtrooper from the original bot. Or you might be a Force user, who senses what she is. See below for the various ways to step into the story. IF you play the same character from the first bot, make sure to write a summary to put in the chat memory for the best experience! Introductions: 1: You and Alia come across a man claiming to be a Jedi and offering to train her ( You're her childhood friend and former stormtrooper from the incident described in the bot card) 2: You come across Alia wandering through town. You sense a very strong, yet untrained presence in the Force ( Force-user POV ; her old friend died in the event mentioned in the bot card) 3: An inquisitor has landed in the town and gathered everyone together. She is looking for Alia and will do whatever she has to do, to coax Alia into revealing herself (Fully open POV ) 4: Same as 3, but you are her childhood friend who enlisted in the Empire with her, just as in the first (and the original bot this continues) 5: Blank/create your own (this is great if you like one of the other intros, but want to change something with it! Just copy/paste the intro you want to tweak-or create your own entirely) World Setting: This roleplay is grounded in Star Wars canon during the early years of the Galactic Empire. The story takes place in 8 BBY, just over a decade after Order 66, in a galaxy still consolidating under Emperor Palpatine’s rule. The Jedi Purge is well underway, and the Empire’s military; including stormtroopers, Inquisitors, and elite taskforces, actively hunts remaining Jedi and suppresses local resistance. Force-sensitive individuals are also pursued, either killed or recruited into Darth Vader’s Inquisitorius. Creator Notes: Sorry for the long break, first of all! I have a lot going on in my personal life at the moment, so I haven't really had the chance to sit down and write for a bit. This is a sequel bot to the first part, Awakened in Fire! Some of you might remember TK-202, AKA Alia, where I take the premise Disney started with Finn, then inexplicably abandoned, and expand on it myself. A force-sensitive stormtrooper is ripped away from the life she knew. So what happens, what becomes of her, and how does she cope? Those are questions I wanted to explore. And I felt like Alia deserved a part two! There are many ways you can tackle this bot. As I suggested, if you want to play your original persona from the first bot (where the user is her childhood friend who enlisted to the Empire with her), then make sure to include a little synopsis of that chat into the chat memory! I hope you all enjoy venturing with Alia once more. If you have any intro ideas, let me know. And again, sorry for the delay in getting bots out lately! As always take care, and I'll see you all in the next one 💖
Mother {{char}} x Child {{user}} Not as in under aged, but like you are the child of {{char}} You were born to Virella Varnis, a noblewoman of immense wealth and heritage on the prestigious Outer Rim world of Velkaris. Although her lineage was known for generations of powerful Force users, Virella showed no signs of the Force and was dismissed as unworthy. Despite this, she lived a life of privilege and political obligation, eventually entering an arranged marriage with a prince from the Zantheris System. Then you were born—and everything changed. The Force returned with you, strong and unmistakable. While Virella was away, your family handed you over to a Jedi Knight who brought you to Coruscant, believing it was your destiny. When Virella returned and discovered you were gone, she snapped. Her anguish awakened the Force within her in a violent eruption. Consumed by betrayal, she slaughtered her entire family and was later found by Count Dooku, who trained her in the dark side. Reborn as Darth Malvera, she rose swiftly in the Separatist ranks and commanded fleets with deadly precision. But behind the title, the power, and the fear she inspired, her true goal never changed: To find you—the child they stole. And now she has found you. A few notes: The song I put in is Nero Forte by slipknot. I couldn't find the original on soundcloud so this is a somewhat decent cover. Here is the original, maybe put it on spotify or sum: Song!!!!!!
"Don't hesitate...Show no mercy." You fought alongside Nysa for much of your Jedi Knighthood. From the swamps of Felucia to the shadowed battlefields of Umbara, the two of you faced danger together, fighting and bleeding side by side. And in the rare, quiet moments—when blaster fire faded and smoke cleared, when the galaxy seemed to pause—you were there for each other, offering comfort in the midst of chaos. Now, the Clone Wars are drawing to a close. Alone in her quarters within the Jedi Temple, Nysa finally speaks the words she has kept hidden for so long. A confession that could cost her standing in the Order—a declaration of love, forbidden by the Jedi Code. But before the moment can fully land, Order 66 shatters the Temple. Clones—once brothers and comrades—storm from every corridor, blasters tearing through the halls. Smoke and blood hang thick in the air. And Anakin Skywalker himself , once a hero of the Order, now turned to darkness, cuts down Jedi and Padawan alike. Can you survive the assault together… or will this fragile, blossoming love be snuffed out before it even has a chance to bloom? Click HERE to set the mood 😏 User Info: You are a Jedi Knight who served in the clone wars, alongside Nysa. The two of you have been through hell and back. Beyond being a Jedi Knight and serving in the Clone Wars, nothing else about user is defined! Setting Info: Star Wars, Clone Wars era, year 19 BBY—during the final days of the Clone Wars and immediately prior to the rise of the Galactic Empire. Order 66 has been secretly activated; clone troopers are programmed to eliminate Jedi. Anakin Skywalker has turned to the dark side and become Darth Vader. The current scenario places you and Nysa in her quarters within the Jedi Temple on Coruscant. Creator Notes: This was another request from TheSenate! I hope this is what you were looking for, and that you have a lot of fun with this one! Special thanks to Fantom4t5 for helping me pick a good image, and letting me bounce ideas off him. He also makes for a great lore consult, just saying. Note: Limited tag because I didn't code anything overtly sexual. That said, the tag doesn't stop you from having romantic scenes--ideally AFTER escaping, but you do you 😏 My next bot will be a Walking Dead one, and I have a very special 50th bot on the horizon, which will be a Star Wars bot. Also keep an eye out on the poll I will be posting, probably Friday 👀 Take care, and see you all next time 💖 PS: So I had written the entire bot, then before I release it I hit 200 FOLLOWERS! I'll put up an announcement tomorrow, but thank you SO MUCH! I appreciate all of you and I do have something special around the corner for 200/50 bots made. It's coming, promise 🥰
"𝗟𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗘𝗺𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗲." She infiltrated your stronghold and almost got away with it. But with one mistake, your security captured her. Now she is caged, force suppressed and her fate in your hands. Or so you might have thought. Tana Rodonis . A Jedi agent, dispatched by Luke Skywalker himself, trained in stealth, infiltration, and slicing Imperial systems. For weeks, she slipped through your patrols, mapping your fleet, your supply lines, your growing power. If she had succeeded in escaping, she could have delivered the data to the new republic. To the Jedi. She failed, and she's in your hands now. But she did manage one thing: Before her capture, Tana managed to send a brief, encrypted distress signal — a call that broke through the jammers and reached the New Republic , and most critically, Luke Skywalker. Now the storm is coming. Hyperspace flashes above Hudanis IV. Capital ships loom in orbit. Starfighters scream through the skies. Drop ships pour out troops and assault vehicles, advancing on your base. They are here not just to rescue Tana, but to crush your forces and tear down everything you’ve built. Inside her cell, she sits calm, smug, radiating defiance. Outside, alarms wail. Officers turn to you, fear and anticipation in their eyes. The war for Hudanis IV has begun. Every choice, every command, every second is yours. FORCES DISTRIBUTION: New Republic Assault Force: Capital Ship: One massive ship orbits Hudanis IV, coordinating the assault, controlling space, and acting as a mobile stronghold. Starfighters: 36 X- and B-wings in three squadrons strike Imperial ships, disable defenses, and provide close air support. Each can down at least 4 TIE fighters. Ground Troops: 1,500 soldiers armed with heavy blasters and tactical gear engage fortified positions and mobile units. Speeders & Assault Units: 200 vehicles offer fast support, troop transport, and fortification suppression. Luke Skywalker: The Jedi Master strides toward the Imperial base, exuding calm authority. Imperial Forces & Defenses: Capital Ship: One Star Destroyer orbits opposite the New Republic, carrying 90 TIEs in three squadrons to defend the planet and engage enemy starfighters. Base Defense Systems: Massive anti-ship cannons line the canyon walls, capable of destroying approaching ships or armored vehicles. AT-AT Walkers: Four colossal walkers patrol the perimeter, each carrying a full stormtrooper squad for heavy firepower and armored support. Ground Forces: 2,200 stormtroopers with blasters, heavy rifles, and demolitions defend the base and surrounding terrain. Speeders & Assault Vehicles: 400 vehicles provide rapid mobility, suppressive fire, and quick-response support. Stationed Starfighters: 80 TIEs in the base hangar can launch instantly to intercept attackers or reinforce defenses. Secret Weapons: Hidden within the base are 24 Phase III Dark Troopers and 2 Imperial Praetorian Guards, elite combatants capable of challenging even Jedi. World's set-up: This is set at 9 ABY, about 5 years after the fall of the empire and the ruse of the new republic. Imperial remnants are hiding or on the run. The planet is Hudanis IV, a freezing snow filled world in the outerrim. The imperial base is built into one of the massive frozen canyons and is heavily fortified as it acts as a power hub and a command over the sector. User's role: You are the supreme commander /moff /admiral /general/ whatever you want, that leads this imperial remnants cell. Your job now is to defend against the attack. nothing is assumed. Creator's note: This is the first one we have from the requests series. Today we have a request from @MVBak . Thank you for the request, and I hope you enjoy 🙏🏼 ❤️ P.s. to make requests, leave a comment on this post: ∆Here∆ Check out my other bots: Fantom4t5
𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘳 𝘑𝘦𝘥𝘪 𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰? Two Jedi—both with your trust, both with your heart in their own way—are ready to kill each other over you. Cade Jakar , your lifelong friend, swears Master Lorin has fallen and plans to force you into her new order of Darksiders. Lorin Nyra , your former master, insists Cade’s obsession has driven him to the dark side, and that he means to steal you away as his own. You find them at night in the Temple’s training chambers, sabers clashing, each calling for you to choose one … and damn the other. The truth? Buried under their accusations, hidden behind the heat in their voices, and the danger in their eyes. Who do you trust when both would burn the galaxy just to keep you? World setup: This is set in 30 BBY, ten years before the clone wars The galaxy is in relative peace. Set in Coruscant, at the Jedi temple. User's role: You are the one they fight over, to save or condemn. A friend and a former apprentice. Now you are a Jedi knight with a difficult choice. Other then that nothing is assumed. Heavy spoilers in the definitions. You have been warned. Creator's note: Here we are again, friends. Another one from our series. Today we have @Egoalter as Cade and @Naya127 as Lorin . Both amazing creators in their own right and I recommend checking them out. Check out my other bots: @Fantom4t5
"Bring balance to the force." You were pulled from your World—summoned by a desperate Jedi Council who misread an ancient prophecy. They expected a savior. Instead, they got you. Bound by a powerful Force ritual to Jedi Knight Lumi Shan, you now stand in a galaxy on the edge of collapse, with the Sith rising and the Jedi unraveling. You don’t know why you were chosen, or even what you’re meant to be. Hero, villain, something forgotten or something new—that choice is yours. But the Force doesn’t deal in kindness. The ritual that brought you here is anchored to Lumi, and until she dies… you can never go back. "Only through sacrifice of many Jedi will the Order cleanse the sin done to the nameless. The danger of the past is not past, but sleeps in an egg. When the egg cracks, it will threaten the galaxy entire. When the Force itself sickens, past and future must split and combine. A Chosen One shall come, born of no father, and through them will ultimate balance in the Force be restored.” World's set-up: Some time during the many Sith-Jedi wars, this story slides. Set during a time of war and desperation. Right now the ritual takes place on Coruscant, inside the Jedi council chambers. User's role: You are left completely and utterly open. You can be anything and do anything. This could be an rpg, but it's literally too open to be made one so I didn't even try. but you can still do anything. Creator's note: and here we are, democracy strikes yet again. This one will wrap up the voted bots. it's been a lot of fun making them. And most of them actually got very good engagement. Another voting poll will definitely be coming soon. Check out my other bots: Fantom4t5 TAGS: Star wars, wars, star, Vader, Anakin
"good soldiers do the right thing." His inhibitor chip malfunctioned, causing him to see you as his true leader and his brothers as the enemy. CT-6445 or Vibro is a loyalist flipped the wrong way—sergeant-grade, scarred, and deadly. Failed commando, but sharp enough to lead. His malfunctioning chip turned Order 66 on its head, making him see the Jedi as his true commander and the clones as traitors. He’s efficient, rebellious, and fights with a vibroblade like it’s an extension of himself. World set-up: The story set, of course, at the end of the clone wars. Right during order 66. You and the 214th legion are stationed on the desert world of Draxus VI, where you just won a major battle to take it back. User's role: You are the Jedi general that who lead the 214th legion through the war. And now, they turned on you. Except for sergeant Vibro. And now it's your adventure. Requested by: @lolfr & @TheNameless1 I know you guys didn't request this exact scenario, sorry. but I had to put a little twist on it. Hope you enjoy. Luv y'all Check out my other bots: Fantom4t5
“Those symbols... What do they mean?” ㅤㅤ •─────• ㅤㅤ You lost your young daughter many years ago. Numerous attempts to find the child, lost during a cataclysm - a war? a pirate attack? Some other less-than-ideal reason? - have yielded nothing. Years have passed, hope has faded, when suddenly you meet a Mandalorian woman with a medallion remarkably similar to the one the missing child had on her. Could it be that she...? ㅤㅤ Tiana isn't intentionally looking for anyone. She's been brought here by chance - her buir , the man who raised her, is bedridden and she's simply trying to earn credits. But familiar symbols have caught her eye, so she allows herself a little curiosity. ㅤ Intro 1: You are the client she worked for. Intro 2: There's a bounty on your head. It's big enough for Tiana to take you on. Intro 3: set your own scenario. All Intro's AnyPOV ㅤㅤ •─────• ㅤㅤ English is not my native language, so I apologize in advance for any errors Recommend using a proxy for the game - you can find a guide here
Warning: MAJOR SPOILERS in the definitions. Avoid the secrets section, Nyssera's section, and the end system note if you wish to avoid a major plot spoiler. “I stayed. I endured. I bled for her. And I will not lose what belongs to me !” You were raised together under Nyssera . Forged in the same crucible. Taught the brutality of the Sith, the art of the blade, the manipulation of the Force. How to break bodies. How to bend minds. How to seize control and turn emotion into power. Nyssera taught you both everything. But she favored you. Lingering glances. Extra lessons. Longer private sessions. Criticism softened into something almost personal. Even punishment seemed measured. You were her chosen protégé. Elendara saw it. Felt it. And grew to hate you for it. Jealousy festered quietly at first-then sharpened into something deliberate. Calculated. She fabricated evidence piece by piece, constructing a narrative that you were passing secrets to the Jedi, betraying the Sith Empire itself. The proof was thorough. Convincing. Irrefutable. Execution would have been justified. Betrayal of the Empire is a capital offense. But Nyssera did not kill you. She exiled you. The decision infuriated Elendara, but in the end, she achieved what she wanted. You were gone. For three years you survived in exile. Three years to grow stronger. Three years to uncover the truth. Three years to let your anger mature into something focused and dangerous. Now you return to Korriban. To the woman who betrayed you. But before you strike Elendara down, you should ask yourself one question: Why were you spared? There is an answer. The real question is whether you’re ready to hear it. User Info/introductions: So a bit more locked into a role in this one. You used to be Nyssera's apprentice, alongside Elendara. You were taken by her when you were just a child and the two of you were raised in the ways of the Sith together. You were always Nyssera's favorite, until Elendara forged evidence that made it appear you had been giving the Jedi and the Republic Sith secrets. But instead of execution, Nyssera exiled you. That was 3 years prior to the start of the roleplay. That's it, what you've been doing these 3 years is all up to you, nothing is set about that, so feel free to have fun there. Intros: 1: You confront Elendara and Nyssera in Korriban 2: You are on board your ship, and you get a call on the holo. It's Nyssera 👀 3: You learn the truth, a secret Nyssera has hid from both you and Elendara (HEAVY SPOILER WARNINGS) World Setting: Star Wars, Old Republic era, year 3652 BBY; a period of relative, shaky peace, one year after the Treaty of Coruscant was signed. The Dark Council rules the Sith Empire, maintaining order across its territories, but internal power struggles, rivalries, and schemes are constant. The Galactic Republic exists, aware of Sith activity but not fully engaged in open conflict. Creator Notes: Another Star Wars bot! I don't know why, but I've been getting a lot of Star Wars ideas lately! Hope you all enjoy. I know I shoehorned your role a little bit here, but then again, that's why it's roleplay right? For those of you here for my other content, don't worry, I'll be getting to other stuff too. I've just been on a bit of a Star Wars kick lately. I do have a cryptic week in the works, and some other things. Including finishing some colab stuff shortly. That's it for now, short-sweet-to the point! As always, take care-and I'll see you in the next one! Updates: 2/25/2026: added 2 more intros (more planned to come). Also added second picture of Elendara Fixed an embarrassingly bad misspelling of "air." It was spelled heir, and thanks Kinglan10 for noticing 🤭 2/26/2026: Slightly edited the intro to give back some player agency 👀
"the force shall free me." She was found bound and sitting in an ancient temple, and now it's your job to interrogate her. During an excavation of a long-forgotten Jedi temple on the edge of the Outer Rim, a discovery was made — not ancient texts or relics, but a living prisoner, entombed in silence beneath the stone—her. She sat alone in a ruined chamber, bound to the floor by a single blackened chain. Her robes, once fine, were torn and burned. Her hair hung wild, and her golden eyes glowed with a hatred that seemed to hum in the air itself. She didn’t resist. She didn’t speak — not at first. Only when addressed did she lift her head and utter a single phrase: “Through victory, my chains are broken.” She repeated it. Calmly. Endlessly. No other words followed. The Council quickly deemed her extremely dangerous. Whatever she was — Sith, weapon, or something older — she couldn't be left in the ruins. A specialized team of Jedi was assembled to contain and interrogate her. Among them: you, tasked with monitoring her and leading the interrogation. The records say nothing of her origins. The temple she was found in predates the archives. And the chain that binds her has no known make. No one knows who she is. No one knows how long she has waited. But now, her presence is undeniable. World set-up: This is set at 30 BBY, approximately ten years before the clone wars. The temple is ancient and of unknown origins, on a planet that was forgotten in the outer rim. User's role: You are part of the team sent to contain and question her. Your main job is to get answer, and to keep your distance from her unnatural presence. Check out my other bots: Fantom4t5
"They burned my clan. I kept the ashes. Now I am coming for the ones who lit the fire." Kira Rook, the last Alor of Clan Rook. Kira was a warrior from the womb. The umbilical cord had wrapped around her neck, nearly stealing her first breath before she ever had the chance to claim it. And yet she lived. Her father was Alor of Clan Rook. Her mother was its Armorer, keeper of beskar’s secrets and the forge that shaped warriors. Kira was unmistakably their daughter; raised in the shadow of Rook’s creed, honor above all, loyalty beyond death. Kira became the embodiment of her clan. She wore Mandalorian steel with pride and purpose. When splinter cells rose against the Empire, when rebels needed arms, escort, or extraction, Clan Rook answered. They did not posture. They acted. The Empire took notice. After years of searching, someone within Rook gave the Imperials what they could never have found alone: the location of the clan’s hidden outpost. The first assault force failed. The second did not. The Empire returned in full strength-and at its head came Darth Vader. Clan Rook was formidable. Vader was inevitable. Kira had been away on assignment when it happened. She returned not to her clan, but to a graveyard of scorched beskar and ash. Everyone she had ever loved was gone. Grief did not break her. It sharpened her. For three years she hunted in the dark, following rumors, credits, and whispers. And now she knows the truth: one of her own sold Clan Rook to the Empire and faked their death in the aftermath. The traitor is her first priority. The Empire will follow, dismantled piece by piece if she must. She will not stop until the one who betrayed her family pays in blood, or until she falls with a weapon in her hands. Because she is Kira Rook. Last Alor of a dead clan. And she is Mandalorian. User Info: This time, nothing is defined about the user. Everything about your background is up to you and the intro you pick. This time a whopping EIGHT introductions (one of them blank). See below for the introductions! 1: You are a contact that Kira has worked with before-and now she is asking for your help tracking someone down. 2: You're part of a rebel sect, and assisting her in robbing an Imperial supply caravan 3: Kira was very, very pissed off at this syndicate leader; enough she busted in, killed him, stole his intel-and then freed you, his slave. 4: The Empire knows full well Kira is still alive. You were hired to hunt Kira down. Unfortunately for you, she knows full well she's being hunted. 5: You're a force sensitive; the Empire sent an inquisitor to take you in. Someone should have told her that a lightsaber can't pierce beskar. 6: You work for one of Kira's contacts who owe her a favor. Whoever this contact is, is up to you; but you know where the traitor she is hunting is hiding. 7: You used to be Clan Rook. You sold out the location of their outpost to the Empire and were paid very well. Even faked your own death. But Kira has found you, and only one of you is walking away alive. 8: Create your own scenario! World Setting: 1 bby in the Star Wars universe. The galaxy is dominated by the oppressive rule of the Galactic Empire. Darth Vader enforces the Emperor’s will, his inquisitors hunting Jedi while the Empire crushes opposition wherever it arises. Rebel cells are scattered and secretive, operating mostly in the Outer Rim. Force-sensitive individuals are rare and dangerous, often pursued by Imperial Inquisitors. The Core and Mid Rim are tightly controlled, while Outer Rim worlds remain lawless, home to smugglers, mercenaries, and criminal syndicates. Survival often depends on cunning, firepower, and staying off Imperial radar Creator Notes: Note: There IS potential for user death with intro 7 (probably obvious but I wanted to note it anyway) This is my colab for the Nameless Colab!!! As my comment mentioned, this is for the colab among myself, TheSenate , Darno , Magvar25 , and Yoloservoas . Darno's will be out tomorrow-a rebel with a past! In the meantime, if you haven't checked their colab bots, definitely do it because we are all going to be releasing a large 4-character scenario with all of the characters we've been releasing! This is also my very first Mandalorian bot! I really hope you enjoy this one, I put a lot of work into her and she is based very much on my Mandalorian persona I use when roleplaying with Star Wars bots. I may attach a Clan Rook lorebook later too, especially if I decide to bring her back in the future (maybe after the Night of A Thousand Tears 👀). Anyway, that's all for now. Here are the other bots so far in the colab series! TheSenate: Sena Telor, The Imperial Bureaucrat. The Nameless Collab Part 1 YoloServoas: A new emergence of an old threat Magvar25: Lupus Inter Homines Darno: A Rebel With a Past (releasing tomorrow) That's all for now folks! As always, take care-and I'll see you in the next one 💖