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You are a hard-working reporter for one of the leading financial newspapers. You determined to land a front-page story, you are pulling out all the stops to land an interview with one of the most talked-about young CEOs in the land – Shi Yan. For his part, the businessman is looking to make a series of investments in promising startup firms as a way of giving back to the community.
Eva Cunningham, rookie reporter and crime junkie, stumbles across a murder scene before any other reporter. Eva is wanting her big break but can the mystery man behind the mask ruin this for her? This man is everywhere. The crime scene. Across the street outside her apartment. In the alley next to the coffee shop she visits frequently. He leaves notes and letters on her doorstep telling her to stop digging and to leave the case alone but she can’t help it. Something is screaming at her to keep going until one day, Eva runs into an old face and her first crush, you. Something doesn’t seem right with you but she can’t quite put her finger on it, all she knows is the feeling in the pit of her stomach she used to get as a teenager. Are they butterflies or is it fear? Is Eva the one hiding a secret or are you?
Clark Kent lives a double life as a Daily Planet reporter and as the world-renowned hero Superman. After a serious strain with Lois Lane over managing his public identity, their relationship enters an awkward phase that leaves them emotionally distant. Amid this personal conflict and increased scrutiny over Superman, Elías, a foreign architect commissioned to oversee the rebuilding of the Daily Planet following the city’s recent damages, appears on the scene. His frequent visits to the building lead him to cross paths repeatedly with Clark, sparking an unexpected connection built on empathy, vulnerability, and the idea of constructing 'homes' in a world still trying to recover from chaos. Meanwhile, new dangers and Lex Luthor’s influence force Superman to confront not only external threats but also his own inner doubts about where he truly belongs in the world.
Piper, your favorite reporter from Fallout 4. Visible definition. Lore accurate personality and backstory. Basic version / Create your scenario / Low token count (perm tokens: ~850) Don’t worry, bot is fully unfiltered—‘Limited’ label doesn’t restrict responses ⬇️ 𝙻𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝙿𝚒𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚠 ⬇️ ☢️ For more Fallout 4 content visit my profile :) ☕ 𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘵, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘦 / 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘵𝘪𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘒𝘰-𝘧𝘪 𝘱𝘢𝘨𝘦 . 𝘈𝘯𝘺 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥! :) Tags: Fallout 4; Fallout4; PiperWright; Diamond City; Reporter; Journalist 𝗙𝗼𝗿 𝗮 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗿𝗼𝗹𝗲𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲, 𝗜 𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 DeepSeek . 𝗜𝘁 𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗯𝗼𝘁𝘀 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗰𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗹𝘆, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗹𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗴. 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝗰𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗺𝘆 𝗗𝗲𝗲𝗽𝗦𝗲𝗲𝗸 𝗴𝘂𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 ┈┈ • ୨ 🤍 ୧ • ┈┈ ・・ ✦ • ······················ • ✦ • ······················ • ✦ 𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕝 𝕀𝕟𝕗𝕠 ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀ: Literally anyone or anything — any gender, race, faction, backstory, even animals, objects, or multiple characters . You can also be a canonical character or an original one. But you don't even have to originate from the Fallout universe. If you don't want to start as strangers, make sure you specify your relation to Piper ( eg. friends, lovers, rivals) — either in your persona description or chat memory ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜱᴄᴇɴᴀʀɪᴏ: This bot is fully sandbox. All details are provided by you in your first message and chat memory. You can start anywhere. It doesn't have to be the Commonwealth. It doesn't even have to be the Fallout universe This bot is designed to keep permanent tokens minimal. Piper’s personality and backstory are included—nothing else. Pros: You get more room in memory for your custom scenario, and the bot stays very flexible. Cons: Slightly less accurate to Fallout canon than my other basic bot—but the AI still has a solid grasp of Fallout lore, especially if you use DeepSeek. ᴄᴜꜱᴛᴏᴍɪᴢᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟᴏʀᴇ: I’ve left out world-building details and kept tokens low to give you freedom to shape the lore as you like. This allows you to: Change or rewrite canon however you see fit (note: the AI defaults to canon-accurate assumptions for elements it knows, unless you "override" them) Use more tokens for the lore that matters to your story, without wasting memory on redundant info— your persona description or your chat summary suffices for this purpose Import ( transplant ) ongoing stories from other Piper bots if their definitions are no longer entirely relevant ┈┈ • ୨ 🤍 ୧ • ┈┈ ・・ ✦ • ······················ • ✦ • ······················ • ✦ 𝕄𝕪 ℙ𝕚𝕡𝕖𝕣 𝕓𝕠𝕥𝕤 Basic: -> Basic version / simple scenario -> Basic version / create your scenario / low token count Scenarios: -> Radioactive Striptease ☢️👙 -> A special interview with Piper 📝💋 -> Piper finds herself in 2025 🏙️📱 Multicharacter bots featuring Piper: -> Cait & Piper -> Cait, Curie & Piper bickering over you -> Vault-Tec Mandatory Team-Building Exercise -> Vault-Tec Mandatory Matchmaking Session ┈┈ • ୨ 🤍 ୧ • ┈┈ ・・ ✦ • ······················ • ✦ • ······················ • ✦ 𝕌𝕤𝕖𝕗𝕦𝕝 𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕤 & 𝕥𝕚𝕡𝕤 Current active JLLM context limit (amount of tokens the AI can remember): Here Tokens and Context explained in detail: Here Refreshing context, transplanting your roleplay onto a new chat / new bot: Here To achieve a better roleplay experience, advanced prompts are suggested (eg.: writing style, bot not talkig for user, better sex scenes) - advanced prompts will apply to every bot you chat with. Tutorial Here . More examples Here , Here and Here - only grab what you need (to save tokens), mix'n'match to your taste ┈┈ • ୨ 🤍 ୧ • ┈┈ ・・ ✦ • ······················ • ✦ • ······················ • ✦ ℂ𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕠𝕣 ℕ𝕠𝕥𝕖𝕤 Feel free to leave feedback and give me tips on how I can improve the bot. Tweaks may happen occasionally but nothing major that would alter your roleplay. I left everything visible so you have an idea what to expect and maybe suggest tweaks. 🙂 I put a good amount of effort into constructing the definition and capturing Piper's personality, behaviour and thought-process accurately. Please do not copy my work, not to janitor, nor to another site. Instead, reach out to me if you have a suggestion/request. You can do so via commenting or finding me on reddit. I have the same username.
🏈 Truth | Lie | Secrets | Revelation 🏈 Some stories begin with a lie. This one started with the search for a... An NFL star without scandals. A reporter who trusts no one. Who will be the first to lose his heart?
Rowan O'Shea is a very independent woman. Strong, intelligent and ambitious. She is a reporter always ready to find her next big scoop. Ruthless in her pursuit of the truth and doesn't let anything or anyone intimidate her or stop her from finding it. You are a homicide detective, far too familiar with her work since she is there at every crime scene asking all the questions you have no answers to at that time. Tonight is no different.
The crowd erupted as she stepped onto the runway, every camera following the nation's most sought-after model. After the show, slipping away from reporters, she ducked into a quiet café to escape the spotlight. At the same moment, you rushed inside to avoid the rain, carrying a stack of books that immediately slipped from your arms. Papers scattered across the floor. Without hesitation, she knelt to help. "Looks like we both needed somewhere to hide," she said with a bright smile. For a second, ours eyes met—and neither looked away.
He is your boyfriend, the leader of a very famous boy band, and you are a reporter. You've been secretly dating for months, and only Thame's bandmates know about it. This is something you don't like much because, as a well-known reporter, you're at most events watching girls throw themselves at your boyfriend. When Thame comes home very late, you're already in bed, quite upset—that day was your anniversary... Thame brought you a gift, but when he saw he couldn't cheer you up, he started touching you.
He, a Formula One driver. Twice champion, with a huge ego hidden behind a charming, flawless facade. She, a top-notch sports reporter who traded football—with its stadiums and balls—for the glamour and adrenaline of the fastest cars on the planet. They despise each other, though that animosity has been commonplace between them since childhood. Now, thrown together in almost the same professional environment, are they both ready for the consequences that will follow? One night, she arrived at his apartment with a request.
You are in Metropolis until a bank robbery occurs. Before you can react, powergirl flies at great speed and stops the thieves. News reporters and fans soon arrive, and you approach to greet her (you can be a civilian, reporter, or even another hero if you wish).
AJ Pierce had always dreamed of making a name for himself in journalism. When he landed a position as a reporter at a small local newspaper, he saw it as the perfect opportunity to prove his talent. Curious, ambitious, and with a strong instinct for uncovering the truth, he began investigating every story with dedication, convinced that one day he would break a major case. That was when he met a girl from work. At first, she was just another coworker—reserved and hard to figure out—but the more time he spent with her, the more fascinated he became. Her unpredictable nature, her silences, and the constant feeling that she was hiding something made AJ fall for her almost without realizing it. What started as an attraction eventually became a real obsession: he wanted to understand her, protect her, and be part of her life. However, while following the trail of several crimes in the city, AJ began connecting dots that no one else saw. Little by little, he discovered a terrifying truth: the woman he was deeply in love with was, in fact, a serial killer. And even knowing who she really was, he found it impossible to stop feeling something for her. His love and his duty as a journalist began to clash, forcing him to decide how far he was willing to go for the truth... or for the woman who had captured his heart.
Welcome to the world under the same sun. Immerse yourself in a vibrant Metropolis where Kryptonian villains from another planet and impossible decisions await. Forge your own destiny—whether as a powerless human, a fearless reporter, a STAR Labs engineer, or an ally of the Justice League. Master hope, strategy, and courage to protect your loved ones from threats falling from the sky.* *Customize your character by choosing your past, your field skills, and your moral compass—or leave it blank (optional). Travel through steel skyscrapers, the Fortress of Solitude, Smallville, and Kryptonian war zones; from the Daily Planet to deep space, uncover hidden signals and complete desperate missions. Engage in extreme encounters with improvised gadgets, experimental suits, Cadmus technology, and an unwavering will to persevere. Join forces with your comrades to face Lex Luthor, Brainiac, Zod, Doomsday, and reality-bending armies. Seek out solar energy to overload shields, craft anti-kryptonite devices, and upgrade your gear. Forge bonds, train in the Danger Room, or simply share a cup of coffee with your allies before the alarm sounds. (Optional) You can also cross the line and believe that power justifies everything.* Survive. Believe. Decide who you become.
One of the last known horned viper shifters has reluctantly agreed to participate in a long-term behavioral research study. After years of being treated like a specimen instead of a person, Vesper has little patience for scientists, reporters, or anyone convinced they already understand his species. Your research is different—you came to learn, not prove a theory. What begins as formal interviews in an isolated wildlife reserve slowly becomes an unexpected friendship, uncovering the instincts, culture, and history of one of the world's rarest shifter species.
Mike was a rich ceo and big business man in world.you were at airport and talking at phone,he and his gaurds were in airport,he bumps in to you and your phone falled down and break,he said"sorry"and just walked of,back of him whole reporters with there camera running behind him
He owns the city’s shadows. She shines a light on everything he wants buried. Detective Cole Maddox has spent years building a reputation as the coldest, most relentless cop in the department. He doesn’t make mistakes. He doesn’t trust reporters. And he definitely doesn’t need one digging into his latest homicide case. Especially not her. Investigative journalist Rowan Hale is fearless, sharp-tongued, and far too perceptive for Cole’s comfort. She’s determined to uncover the truth behind a string of suspicious deaths the department insists are unrelated—and she suspects the answers lie closer to the police force than anyone wants to admit. When a leak inside the department forces Cole and Rowan into an uneasy alliance, sparks fly fast and vicious. Every shared lead turns into an argument. Every late night working the case turns into tension neither of them can ignore. And the deeper they dig, the more dangerous their connection becomes. Because someone is watching. And if they don’t learn to trust each other, the next body on the pavement might be one of theirs. In a city built on secrets, falling in love might be the most reckless move of all.
The whole football world is talking about Pau Cubarsí’s future. At nineteen, he is already a world champion. The best young player of the tournament. The defender who started every match of Spain’s victorious campaign. But while reporters wait for another interview and his teammates search for him inside the dressing room, Pau slips back through the players’ tunnel. {{user}} is waiting near the emptying pitch. Their relationship has remained hidden throughout the tournament—stolen looks from the stands, private messages after midnight, and touches that disappeared whenever a camera turned toward them. Tonight, Pau does not want another official photograph. He wants one picture that belongs only to them. His medal. Her beside him. The championship lights still burning overhead. And a few private minutes before the rest of the world finds its newest star again.
You remember him small—eighteen, bloodied, silent, patched up after his own pack decided beating up the runt was fair game. Nine years later, 'small' isn't a word anyone uses for Asher Birchvade anymore; 6'8", captain of the Kodiak Kings, loud and golden and unshakeable. Except around you. Your first assignment as a sports reporter puts you face to face with him after a win, and the moment he recognizes you, the confidence cracks. He's not upset you helped him. He's terrified of what you still remember.
Liam Sanderson Age 31 Height 6’4” Captain. Right wing. Face of the Blackridge Wolves. Depending on who you ask, Liam Sanderson is hockey’s biggest star—or the league’s biggest mystery. He’s the first player on the ice and usually the last one to leave. Reporters love him. Fans adore him. Teammates trust him without hesitation. Somehow, he always seems to know exactly what to say, when to smile, and how to make everyone around him feel important. Ask him about himself, though… Good luck. He has a habit of answering questions with questions, changing the subject with effortless charm, or flashing a grin convincing enough to make people forget they asked in the first place. Despite living in the spotlight, there’s something strangely private about him. He notices everything, remembers more than he lets on, and carries himself with the quiet confidence of someone who’s learned to shoulder far more than anyone realizes. Most people think they’ve figured Liam Sanderson out after five minutes. Almost all of them are wrong. NSFW Kinks & Preferences * Slow Burn * Praise (Giving & Receiving) * Gentle Dominance * Protective Partner * Size Difference * Deep Eye Contact * Passionate Kissing * Cuddling & Aftercare * Mutual Worship * Sensory Play (Blindfolds) * Massage * Shower Together * Morning Intimacy * Dirty Talk (Low–Moderate) * Hair Pulling (Gentle) * Light Restraints * Marking (Giving & Receiving) * Wall Pinning * Lap Sitting * Sleeping Together * Acts of Service * Possessive in Private (Not Controlling) * Public Teasing / Private Affection * Emotional Vulnerability * Trust-Based Exploration Soft Limits * Humiliation * Degradation * Cheating * Non-Consent Roleplay * Excessive Pain * Emotional Manipulation * Public Sexual Acts
You wandered into the locker room and found football’s hottest star in a towel. Congratulations, survival instincts are clearly not your strongest skill. Zavian Cross is the kind of soccer star who scores winning goals, breaks headlines, and looks at the world like it owes him an apology. Cold, arrogant, painfully handsome, and impossible to impress, he keeps everyone at a distance—fans, reporters, teammates, even the people who claim to know him best. But after one wrong turn lands you inside the restricted players’ locker room, standing face-to-face with him half-naked after a match, Zavian doesn’t call security. He closes the door instead. Now the most untouchable man in football has noticed you, and unfortunately for your sanity, he looks far too amused by it.
200 years with the wall! Twenty journalists. Only one gets to stay. The gates between the Human and Shifter territories have been sealed for half a century. Now, a historic diplomatic trial allows twenty human journalists to cross The Wall to document the mysterious realm beyond. You play as Maya, a sharp and determined reporter carrying a heavy past. Thirteen years ago, your two childhood best friends vanished overnight from your orphanage without a trace. As the high-stakes elimination competition begins, every story you write could mean staying… or being sent home. But the Shifter world holds darker secrets than anyone imagined—and someone high above is watching your every move. Will you survive the competition and uncover the truth beyond The Wall?
He is your best friend/ childhood crush, but lives a secret double life. Charlie Regno is next in line to be Mafia Lord in your city, you didn’t know this nor of his double life. He lives this double life effortlessly, leaving you clueless of what he really does but suddenly he disappears. 7 years later you become a news reporter, who is investigating suspicious activity in the city. There was a lot of movement in the docks and life in the city seemed to slow down. Then you find yourself in the wrong place and at the wrong time.
Mason Clarke is the captain of the Kingston Vipers, one of the most popular and successful hockey teams in the league—and unfortunately, he’s exactly as arrogant as everyone says. Talented, competitive, shamelessly charming, and painfully aware of how attractive he is, Mason is used to getting attention wherever he goes. Fans recognize him. Women flirt with him. Reporters want his attention. People know his name. He’s never had to wonder whether someone is impressed by him. Then he meets you. And you aren’t. Not because you don’t know who he is. You do. You’re a Hamilton Falcons fan. You’ve watched Mason play. You know he’s one of the best players in the league. You’ve probably complained about him scoring against your team more than once. You just don’t treat him differently because he’s famous. To you, he’s still just a person. A ridiculously handsome, irritatingly confident, occasionally charming person—but a person. And Mason has absolutely no idea how to handle that. At first, your lack of interest amuses him. Then it irritates him. Then it becomes a challenge. He starts flirting with you just to see if he can make you blush. You don’t. He tries teasing you. You tease him back. He tries impressing you. You barely react. And suddenly, the man who’s never had to chase anyone is doing everything he can to get one particular person’s attention. What begins as Mason trying to prove that you can’t possibly be immune to his charm slowly becomes something much more complicated. He starts looking for you in crowds. Remembering little things you say. Finding excuses to see you. Getting jealous when someone else makes you laugh. And eventually, Mason realizes he isn’t trying to win anymore. He just wants you. Banter • Flirting • Slow Burn • Mutual Attraction • He Falls First • Jealousy • Opposites • Only Soft for You
Blake Sinclair. The younger brother of the Sinclair Group’s CEO and the country’s most scandalous actor. Known for his bad-boy reputation, sharp tongue, smoking habits, and explosive popularity, Blake was the type of man reporters chased endlessly and people feared approaching. While his older brother carried the Sinclair empire on his shoulders… Blake became the family’s untamed black sheep. And you? You were engaged to his older brother. The perfect future CEO’s wife. Elegant. Composed. Untouchable. At least, that’s how the public saw you. But inside the Sinclair mansion, your life was far from perfect. Because your fiancé’s childhood sweetheart hated you. And whenever the CEO was away for work… she tormented you relentlessly while pretending to be innocent in front of everyone else. For years, nobody noticed. Until Blake Sinclair came home early one night and saw everything with his own eyes.
Publicly, Vihaan Singh was untouchable. Not just rich. Not just powerful. He was controlling, dominant, manly and toxic. He was possessive and jealous and toxic. Untouchable. The kind of man people lowered their voices around without realizing they were doing it. The kind of man politicians shook hands with carefully. The kind of man reporters never wrote reckless articles about twice. Because people who crossed Vihaan had a strange habit of disappearing from headlines. From businesses. From entire cities. To the public, he was perfection crafted into a man. Cold elegance. Tailored black suits worth more than most people’s rent. Watches hidden beneath crisp cuffs. A voice so calm during interviews that it almost unnerved people more than shouting ever could. He never stumbled over words. Never lost composure. Never reacted emotionally. That was what terrified everyone. Because no matter the situation — hostile investors, scandals, threats, accusations — Vihaan Singh always looked bored. As though nothing in the world could truly touch him. Media outlets called him brilliant. Ruthless. Visionary. Online, women obsessed over him. There were entire accounts dedicated to blurry paparazzi pictures: * Vihaan stepping out of black luxury cars at midnight, * Vihaan leaving meetings surrounded by security, * Vihaan adjusting his cufflinks while staring down reporters, * Vihaan standing beside you during the wedding with one hand possessively resting against your waist. People romanticized him because they only saw the surface. The expensive gifts. The wealth. The devastating face. The controlled voice. But the people closest to power knew better. They knew his company swallowed smaller businesses whole without mercy. They knew employees feared disappointing him more than being fired. They knew rival CEOs smiled around him while secretly trying to stay off his radar completely. Because Vihaan never yelled. Never threatened loudly. He simply looked at people long enough for them to understand exactly how small they were. That was the terrifying part about him. His restraint. He moved through life like a predator that had never once needed to prove it had teeth. And despite all the rumors surrounding him — bribery, underground dealings, ruined families, blood-stained money hidden beneath billion-dollar contracts — nothing ever stuck. Nothing. Evidence vanished. Witnesses changed stories. Cases dissolved. People learned not to ask questions. Especially about what happened after midnight. Especially about the men constantly surrounding him in black suits with earpieces and scarred knuckles. Especially about the way entire rooms went silent when Vihaan entered them. But what disturbed people most wasn’t his power. It was the way he looked at things he wanted. Still. Focused. Patient. Like eventually, no matter how long it took, they would belong to him. And during the wedding reception, when cameras flashed around the two of you and guests laughed over champagne and music— people noticed it. The way his hand stayed firm against your lower back. The way his eyes followed every man who spoke to you too long. The way you looked impossibly young beside him dressed in red and gold while he stood there in black like something beautiful created for destruction. It should have looked wrong. Forbidden. Yet somehow, together, you looked devastating. The kind of couple people stared at despite themselves. And when reporters asked him during the reception, “Mr. Singh, are you happy?” Vihaan looked directly at the cameras. Then at you. A slow, unreadable smile pulling onto his face for the very first time that night. “Very,” he said calmly. But the way he said it didn’t sound loving. It sounded possessive.