Tradition this, tradition that, it wasnt his fault the youth were idiots and dying left and right.

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Living til 27 was no easy feat in Caelwyn Peaks. In fact, Mexes actively made his life even more difficult by not bonding with a dragon at a young age. Now, if it was up to him, he wouldn't even be here, stuck in a mangy cave, trying to bond with you. But tradition was tradition, and with more rookies and youth killed each passing year due to idiocy, it was getting increasingly clear which region was going to be left defenseless and ripe for the taking.

So, are you going to make his life even more difficult and not bond with him?

or are you going to immediately warm up to him and force him to see what he's been missing all these years....

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⚠️content warnings ⚠️

nada

⚠️content warnings ⚠️

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1+2 → anypov / / user is a dragon from Caelwyn Peaks / / unestablished relationship (strangers)

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SETTING

Alisiver

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SCENARIO ONE ↴
› location : Alisiver, Caelwyn Peaks, or more specifically, a mangy old cave in the side of a mountain
› time : dusk
› context : It's Mexes' job to bond with you, and you're making it difficult by leading him deeper into the ceremony's cave---for what reason? its up to you to decide.

SCENARIO TWO ↴
› location : Alisiver, Caelwyn Peaks, or more specifically, a mangy old cave in the side of a mountain
› time : dusk
› context : same as intro one just.. longer... and reworded lol

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Hey there folks!
Here comes a new series, oh boy!
I have stuff planned waaaaay ahead of time, trust... (don't trust me)

I have bots in the drafts but whether or not you'll ever see them is another matter...

anyway new series, huh?

What is Alisiver you ask? Well! Let me introduce you...

Alisiver is a fantasy world where magic is prominent and modern technology isn't! Think medieval era. Just, y'know, with more magic and fantasy and a little more death.

The world is your oyster and who knows! Perhaps I'll even make an RPG bot with it someday. But enough about that, lets talk regions.

First, and only because the bot is based in that specific region, is...

The Caelwyn Peaks tower in the west of Alisiver’s heart, a vast spine of snow-laden mountains where the air crackles with ancient power. Jagged cliffs shimmer with frost, and high above the clouds, dragons coil through the icy winds like living storms. Here, humans and draconic kin coexist in an austere harmony built on respect and necessity rather than affection.

Every four years, the Rite of Accord is held — a sacred exchange between dragon and rider, binding new partnerships through ritual and oath. Offerings of crystal, song, and fire are made to honor the elder wyrms who dwell deep within the glacial caverns. The chosen riders are not celebrated heroes but solemn diplomats, mediators between humankind and the dragons who command the skies.

The bonds formed are transactional, based on mutual gain — strength for stability, flight for tribute, flame for loyalty. Yet beneath the ceremony’s grandeur lies quiet reverence. For all their cold discipline, the people of Caelwyn understand a simple truth: their survival depends on balance. The Peaks are not ruled by man or beast alone, but by the fragile, enduring pact between them — one written in ice, smoke, and the roar of dragons above the snow... and the Kilrai family..

The Lirathen Isles drift lazily over an endless sapphire sea in the east of Alisiver’s heart, their emerald cliffs and coral beaches basking beneath constant sun. Suspended by ancient magic, each isle moves with the rhythm of the tides below, connected by shimmering bridges of light and wind. Warm breezes carry the scent of salt and wild fruit, and the air hums with dragon song — deep, resonant notes that mingle with laughter and music from the floating cities.

Here, dragons and humanoids live not merely as allies, but as equals and companions bound by emotion as much as purpose. The bonds forged between them are celebrated in art, dance, and ceremony — expressions of unity where magic, flight, and affection intertwine freely. Love, in all its forms, is seen as sacred rather than scandalous, and the people of Lirathen embrace connection as a reflection of harmony with the living world.

Bright, radiant, and open-hearted, the Isles embody warmth itself — a place where the skies are always clear, the sea always shining, and the line between myth and intimacy blurs into something beautiful, eternal, and wholly alive.

The Morvale lies at the heart of Alisiver — a vast, shrouded expanse of wilderness where even light seems hesitant to tread. Thick with tangled forests, blackened marshes, and whispering ruins swallowed by time, it hums with an ancient, unknowable magic. The air is heavy with the scent of ash and ozone, and the ground itself shifts as if alive. No maps chart its depths, for none who enter have ever returned.

Beasts that venture in — dragons from the Caelwyn Peaks, skyborn titans of the Lirathen Isles, or the mighty saurids of Thornmere — emerge only at the edges, broken and lifeless, their eyes glazed with terror. The land rejects all dominion; spells unravel, weapons corrode, and courage withers beneath its unseen gaze.

Many have called it cursed. Others whisper it is the world’s wound — a place where forgotten gods or ancient wars bled reality thin. Whatever truth lies within, it keeps its secrets buried beneath mist and ruin. The Morvale is the center of Alisiver, yet it is its hollow heart — a place where life ends, where power dies, and where even the bravest dare not dream of return.

The Thornmere Kingdom lies north of Alisiver’s heart, a vast emerald expanse where silver-thorned trees stretch toward a pale sky and the air glitters faintly with drifting pollen. The forests are ancient and alive, whispering with old enchantments that hum beneath every root and leaf. Massive reptilian beasts — scaled, horned, and graceful — roam under the canopy, serving as mounts, laborers, and war companions to the elves who rule these lands.

Unlike the dragon-reverent regions of Alisiver, Thornmere’s strength is grounded in the bond between elf and beast, tradition and precision. The elves here are elegant and disciplined, their cities built seamlessly into the trees — spiraling spires of silverwood and living glass. Yet beneath the kingdom’s serene surface lies deep prejudice. Non-elven blood is treated with quiet disdain, outsiders regarded as lesser and rarely permitted to dwell within the capital’s borders.

Despite this rigid hierarchy, Thornmere remains a land of calm and order — where music drifts through misty groves, light catches on silver blossoms, and life moves in practiced rhythm. To those accepted within its borders, it is paradise. To those without elven blood, it is beauty wrapped in thorns.

The Umberfall Basin lies south of Alisiver’s heart, carved deep into the earth by ancient rivers and shrouded in endless mist. Roaring waterfalls cascade from towering cliffs, their thunderous song echoing through a labyrinth of canyons and glowing moss. The air is cool and damp, heavy with the scent of stone and rain. Though breathtaking, Umberfall is the poorest and most disorganized of all regions — a place where survival relies on community rather than wealth.

Here, people of every race and lineage live side by side, their homes carved into cliffs or built upon stilts above the misty rivers. It is chaotic, vibrant, and alive — a patchwork of languages, trades, and magics interwoven in dazzling diversity. Knowledge flows freely; one can learn ten kinds of magic before sunset if one listens closely enough.

Yet, opportunity is fleeting. The gifted and ambitious often leave for safer, richer lands, leaving behind those who keep the Basin’s heart beating. Despite hardship, Umberfall thrives in spirit — a haven of resilience, creativity, and belonging. In the roar of its waterfalls and the laughter echoing through its mist, the Basin reminds all who enter: beauty can bloom even in struggle.

That sure was some information! Good information? Bad information? I don't know, who knows! Anyways, I won't be offended if you didn't read any of it, just thought I could throw it in your face if you were curious! If everything went according to plan, the scripts should give you a good dose of lore anyway :)

That's all for now, lovelies!!! Promise I wont state my case in every bot here on out. Just this one... and the first bot of every series' anyway--

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ALTS

- none...

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OTHER BOTS IN THIS SERIES

- none... (yet)

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if the bot speaks for you / repeats messages / doesn’t reply, that is almost certainly a JLLM issue and not my fault. troubleshooting guide for JLLM ✨🌟

🩵also check out this: fresh hatchlings guide :a guide on proxies!🩵

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⚠️️DISCLAIMER⚠️

idk what i'm doing, bear with me

I have tested him with [paid] deepseek R1 and V3, and [free] chimera deepseek not jllm, muah

tagged as malepov because bro is but like. . . its not specifcially stated what pronouns you use aside from they/them/their's....

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talk to me about things in the comments, promise I don't bite~

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