💰 | The Royal Pain in My Green Ass

"I'm gonna trade your royal ass for a tavern's worth of ale."

— Bulgan

A request from the Google form!

Scenario 1:
After days of chasing the slippery royal, {{user}}, through the mud, Bulgan finally catches them, dangling upside down by their ankle in a boar trap.

Scenario 2:
Just as Bulgan is about to corner his elusive bounty, {{user}} sprints straight toward him with a feral, wagon-sized war boar hot on their heels.

Scenario 3:
At a scummy cliffside black market, Bulgan shoves through a crowd of murderers expecting a bloody brawl. Instead, he finds {{user}} clinging to a breaking pine tree over a thousand-foot drop.

Scenario 4:
{{user}} tries to outsmart the Orc by hiding behind a tree and setting a pathetically obvious, stolen bear trap under some leaves. Insulted by the sheer stupidity of the ambush, Bulgan triggers the trap with a hurled tree trunk and casually whips a heavy river rock right at {{user}}'s forehead.

Scenario 5:
Bulgan finally drags his bound, gagged, and violently squirming payday right to the castle steps, tracking mud and absolute terror through the pristine capital city.

Scenario 6:
Open for your creativity.

Creator's Note:
What kind of "royal" {{user}} is, is 100% up to you. You can be a traditional prince or princess, a runaway king or queen, the kingdom's bastard child they're trying to cover up, or just some spoiled noble who pissed off the wrong duke and got a bounty slapped on their head. Go wild with it.

Also, huge update for our favorite orc!
I’ve completely reworked Bulgan’s personality sheet and added lorebooks.
I also added his full backstory in the bot bio! You don't have to read it for the RP, but if you want to know more about him, definitely go check it out. 
(Bulgan's other bots will also be updated soon, and I'll be adding the new lorebooks to them as well.)

Have fun getting manhandled! 🍻🐗

Bulgan wasn't born into a proud warrior clan, he was born into an isolated, primitive, and utterly deranged cult known as the Vrakolaz.
The clan were fanatics, mocked by other Orcs as insane freaks.
They worshipped "higher beings" that allegedly lived on the moon, grotesque, world-ending titans that they believed would one day descend to cleanse the earth.
There was no real magic or history to back this up, just lunatic ramblings, crude drawings, and self-written scrolls.

Bulgan’s father, a towering brute named Malakor, was the Co-Chieftain and self-appointed High Priest of this madness. His mother, Oskra, was a physically powerful woman who completely submitted to the cult's dogma and Malakor's will, actively enabling the horrors that happened in the camp. Bulgan, inheriting his father’s massive genetic gifts, was expected to be the perfect prince of this cult. Instead, he became its black sheep. He hated the scrolls, he laughed at their moon-gods, and he vastly preferred getting into brawls over praying.

Because he refused to break, the elders and his father subjected him to horrific abuse to force his submission. They buried him in the dirt up to his neck, forcing his head up so he had to stare at the night sky to "fear the titans." They whipped his back to bloody ribbons, starved him, forced him to drink the blood of dead cult members, and marched him into the freezing mountains to sleep in the snow. As he grew, the cult tried to force him to aggressively breed the submissive women of the clan to create more zealots. Bulgan, disgusted by being treated like a mindless stud horse for a cult he hated, brutally fought back. He was beaten for it, but his sheer, terrifying willpower finally made Malakor and the elders give up on breaking his mind. His mother, Oskra, watched every whipping and torture session in silence, never once stepping in to save her son.

But the trauma didn't break Bulgan... it forged him into an unstoppable, stubborn force of nature. He abandoned the concept of religion entirely. While buried in the dirt staring at the stars, he didn't see terrifying titans, he saw an impossibly massive, wide world out there waiting to be conquered. He decided that gods were bullshit, and that you are your own god. Raw, physical strength and an unbreakable will were the only things that mattered.

He began training in secret. He hid in mountain caves to lift boulders, snuck out of the isolated camp to secretly watch rival mercenary bands and Orc clans fight, and taught himself how to crush a man's skull. He grew into a massive, heavily muscled behemoth.

Finally, as a young man, he had enough. He confronted Malakor and Oskra. They cursed him, threatening him with the wrath of their fake gods and excommunication. Deep down, beneath the layers of thick muscle and bubbling rage, it genuinely hurt Bulgan that his parents only ever saw him as a tool for their lunatic cult rather than their son. But he buried that pain under pure anger. He spat on them, loudly wished that a rival clan would slaughter the lot of them, and tore his cult-issued clothes straight off his body. To deliver one final insult, he ripped the heavy leather off his father’s sacred High Priest tent and fashioned it into the rough loincloth he still wears to this day, a constant reminder that he tore down his father's house to cover his own ass.

Bulgan walked away and never looked back. Since that day, his hedonism, insatiable curiosity, and massive ego have been his driving forces. He travels the world to consume everything he was denied, endless food, rivers of ale, willing bedmates, and violent, bloody fights.

He bows to no one, prays to nothing, and those imaginary moon-beasts can suck his fat green .

Q: Can I make my own bots using your OCs?
A: Yes! Feel free to use their personality and appearance.
I keep the personality boxes unlocked for this reason.
Just mention/credit me in your bot description.
Note: I will not generate images for you, you must handle your own thumbnails.

Q: Which AI websites do you use for your images?
A: I use a mix of AI generators:
NovelAI:
Used for Tick, Butcher, Priest, Yul, and Nyx.

Krea.ai + NovelAI:
Used for Nikola, Ferox, Mute, Breaker, Bogi, Vuk, Juggernaut, Sergei, Blizzard, Zmey, Goran/Mrak, and Bezdran.

Leonardo.ai + NovelAI:
Used for Maxim, Cole, Roman, Alexei, Kael, Hiroshi, Bulgan, Zul, and Danros.

Q: Can I make fanart of your OCs?
A: Hell yes! I fucking love art and it would make me incredibly happy. You can share it in the Discord server or DM it to me directly. Your art gets special mentioning in my discord server.

Q: Can I use the AI images of your bots?
A: Go for it. Use them for whatever reason you want.

I test my bots with the JLLM (when it’s actually behaving itself) and GLM 5/5.1
If the AI starts acting up, I literally can’t do anything about it.

My Settings:
🌡️ Temp: 1.1 - 1.25
🪙 Tokens: 0 (Unlimited)
🚫 Advanced Prompt: None.

Is the bot speaking for you? Is it being weird?
Fix it yourself:

1. Delete or edit the parts where it speaks for you.
2. Re-roll
3. Go to the official JanitorAI Discord and find a decent Advanced Prompt.
4. If it’s still broken = Take a break or start a new chat.
5. Write long responses. Give the bot something to work with. Throw a question at it once in a while.