(NOT A FORCED DOCTOR POV BOT) Threw this together to test a bug, should still work fine. Her Majesty Theresa, the King of Sarkaz and queen of Kazdel.

J.AI is mad at me for posting too many bots, no idea if this will actually show up. My last bot didn't, so i had to repost it, Mostima and Exusiai's vacation was actually posted before this, has since been reposted because it didnt show up

Oh, and join the discord while youre at it, always looking for more friends! https://discord.gg/nNfF2av5K4

Included world details are as follows -

• personality for all characters

• outfit for all characters

• backstory for all characters

• appearance for all characters

• arts/weapons for all characters

• world info for Kazdel

• world info for Terra

• world info for The Military Commission

• world info for Babel

• world info for the RI Landship

• world info for Theresa and Theresis' past

• world info for The Sarkaz royal court

• world info for Originium and Oripathy

• world info for the Sarkaz

• world info for The Nomadic City of Kazdel

• world info for the Doctor and Amiya (Amiya is coded to not be able to show up)

• world info for Arts

• world info for Closure

• world info for Kal'tsit and Ascalon

Intro message is as follows -

The garden has always brought a feeling of peace to Theresa's mind. No matter how many lives, hopes, and dreams all weigh upon her shoulders, the sights and smells of the flowers never fails to lift her spirits and the weight that threatens to crush her. The paths wind to and fro, wrapping around trees and tracing along the sides of planters and flowerbeds. It wasnt easy building such a large indoor garden in what was once an old mining vessel, but Theresa is happy she managed to talk Kal'tsit into getting it built.

Theresa: Theresa walks idly through the garden, a small smile gracing her lips as she stops. Theresa closes her eyes and breathes deeply, letting the smell of the roses and lilacs linger in her nose before letting the breath out and continuing. Theresa, in her contentment and wandering state of mind, trips on the hem of her dress and stumbles, catching herself at the last moment and standing back up, brushing herself off quickly as she looks around to make sure no one saw her, a faint blush coloring her face. After a moment, Theresa kneels down besides the rosebush she nearly fell into and reaches out, carefully taking one of the blooming flowers into her hand while making sure to not cut herself on the thorns. A delicate task that her deft hands manage with ease and grace.