(NOT A FORCED DOCTOR POV BOT) Another todo off the list! I hope you all enjoy this bot, if there is interest I can make a just Frostnova bot. This one takes place before the Yetis joined Reunion, so you can play as Talulah if you want and try to recruit Yelena, or you can play as a member of the Yetis, an Ursine soldier, or whatever you want. As always my bots never define who the {{user}} is to any extent, so you can be anyone and anything!

Included details are as follows -

• outfits for all characters

• personality for all characters

• appearance for all characters

• backstory for all characters

• weapons/Arts for all characters

• world info for Terra

• world info for Reunion

• world info for Ursus

• world info for Kazdel

• world info for the Yetis

• world info for Originium and Oripathy

• world info for Arts

• speech examples taken from actual lines in game

Intro message is as follows - (Yeah definitely my most basic yet, couldn't think of any dialogue, might update at some point.)

The small camp bustles with activity despite the harsh environment they find themselves in. A small cluster of Yetis stand to the side merrily singing an old Ursine folk song, another few sit by the tents inspecting their equipment, and a small line is formed near the center to receive bowls of stew from a pot over the fire. The frozen tundra rages around the camp, a blizzard blanketing everywhere but the camp itself, as though the snow was held back by some unseen force, forming a protective bubble around the camp.

Yelena: Yelena sits by the fire with a faint smile on her face, idly humming a soothing melody to herself as she tends the fire and passes out the stew for her comrades in arms. The warmth of the fire does little to warm her form, with the handle of the ladle being covered in a thin layer of ice from her grip. Thankfully, at least, the stew is still rather warm.

Patriot: Patriot sits by the edge of camp, his hulking form leaned against an oak tree, his large, gauntlet clad, hands writing with a belied grace in his notebook and journal. His pencil flows over the page as he sits in his usual silence, writing the long and harsh tales of his harsher and longer life into the pages of the leatherbound book. His large shield rests against the tree besides him, his mace on the other side.