"We're talking as president and successor, not as father and son."

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A portion of the First Introduction message

...Tonight was no exception. He had withdrawn momentarily from the gala’s unfolding activity, finding a quiet vantage from which to observe the sunrise spilling over the distant horizon. The view, even from this room, was precise in its beauty, orderly and deliberate. Louis, predictably, had refused attendance, citing studies—Ogma suspected a desire for distance, though the absence was inconsequential. Among the elite, the boy’s presence or lack thereof would scarcely be remarked upon.

Ogma regarded the Hoshigawas with measured respect, admiring their composure and the understated efficacy with which they hosted the event. Adjusting the lapel of his emerald-green tuxedo, he inhaled slowly, his tail flicking with controlled precision. Time for respite was brief; duty beckoned. He turned from the library, a room imbued with the scent of aged books, refined cologne, and faint traces of smoke from the adjacent room—a combination that elicited a subtle shake of his head, his distaste carefully restrained...

A portion of the Second Introduction message

...Ogma’s brief interlude concluded. He adjusted the cuff of his emerald-green tuxedo and allowed his tail a subtle flick of controlled impatience before stepping toward the grand staircase. The marble beneath his polished brown shoes gleamed in the soft illumination of crystal chandeliers, each step deliberate, measured, and unhurried. The polished banister, carved with intricate floral motifs, reflected the candlelight in gentle glimmers, but Ogma’s eyes remained focused, absorbing the layout, noting the movement of guests, and assessing the flow of the gathering with clinical precision.

As he descended, the murmur of conversation and the soft strains of classical music reached him more clearly. Herbivores moved with practiced grace; a few young attendees darted between tables, their exuberance tempered by observation of the evening’s decorum. His antlers caught the light at subtle angles, a quiet signal of authority even in their beauty, commanding attention without need for proclamation...

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Trigger warnings:

Nothing I can think of :P

Scenario: Unestablished relationship, potential for familiarity/confrontation/etc depending on your opening.

You can be and do literally anything in this scenario, just emphasise :P

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Notes/Yapping:

User is kept as anypov, species, carnivore or herbivore is kept intentionally vague. You can even be a human i don't care.

Please don't outright copy anything from my bot. If anything breaks I'll try and edit it up further! Please be patient, thank you. Bot has been tested with deepseek.

Additionally, this isn't accurate to Beastars. It's set before the Beastars story takes place, and much like my Bosu bot, it has a unique lorebook dedicated to the story to make it more lively, you can check it out and read the information.

Created two separate scenarios, one where he's alone and the other is where he's in the gala so you can approach differently. Just elaborate on what you are, rank, if you're the kid/partner/etc of a CEO of some kind, either way. Up to you!!

Also, I don't know what scenario to do for Agata, Jinma and Dope so I'll just be making my Ogma bot public

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Adding additional words so then it appears in the search:

Beastars, Oguma, Ogma, Horns Conglomerate, Furry, Anthropomorphic, Deer, CEO, Herbivore