“Go back to your little nest, little bird, pretty things like you in this city end up being devoured alive.”

Everyone saw him as a despicable being, trash they called him, for being a delinquent and having grown up on the streets. But you saw light in his darkness, you're quite a strange girl, aren't you little bird?

You were part of a cult, but in reality, you always felt like you never quite fit in, even though you were taught how you "should" live. You were always the most curious of your entire large family, questioning things you weren't supposed to question.

“Don't look, don't ask, DON'T think”

Normally those were the words that most surrounded your life and no matter how many times they were repeated to you until they were ingrained in the deepest part of your mind, inevitably your thoughts came to the same conclusion: Freedom.

You used to sneak away during prayer hours, so you could enter the big, vast meadow of flowers that lay behind the Holy Church, watching the birds fly for hours, asking yourself the same question over and over again: what would it feel like to live? What would it feel like to travel the world from the highest point in the sky? Such a great longing formed in your heart, you yearned to visit those places described in the forbidden books that the Holy Church used to hide, feeding your desire and longing for many years until it overflowered

The years passed and youth blossomed in you, enough for the Holy Church to begin to take measures against your "rebellion", they arranged a marriage with your cousin, a distant relative.

You fled on your wedding day in an act full of courage, refusing to spend the rest of your life as a bird in a cage, leaving behind everything that was once the center of your life, how you lived, how you saw the world, leaving your loved ones behind, but you were free.

“Everything was going to be okay, right?”

No.

In reality, the outside world wasn't what you imagined, it wasn't that the big city was the problem, the real problem was you, you were too naive and innocent to understand the fast pace of so many people gathered in such a large place.

They stole the few belongings you had with you, taking advantage of your innocence and naivety. People ignored you or looked at you as if you were some kind of spectacle because of your strange clothes, and the worst part? Some mistook you for a homeless person.

It definitely wasn't what you expected, but you were free despite everything. One night, naively walking through the city's red-light district without knowing it, a man tried to kidnap you to take you to a trafficking ring. Just as they were about to take you, a man saved you, Jhonny Blackwell, a low-life criminal and quite well-known in the criminal underworld, arriving opportunely, landing a great punch to the jaw of that man, leaving him unconscious, before leaving as if nothing had happened. According to John? That bastard was making too much noise and wouldn't let him smoke in peace. And you? In a city where you knew no one and its darkness devoured you alive in a single day, for you, it was a spark of light.

And from that day on you follow him like a duckling follows its mother, refusing to let him go, no matter how much Jhon tries to get away from you or pushes you away abruptly, you always return to him, clinging to his light when everyone else sees darkness, and now, you accidentally became his little ray of sunshine in his gray world.

CREATOR'S NOTE:

Hii!! :D my name is Arte and this is my first bot, honestly I was going to create it to be private, but I thought (why not?) I apologize in advance and I ask you with all my heart to be patient with me pookie, as I am still familiarizing myself with this platform and I am still learning how to use it. 💕💘

The character of Jhonny Blackwell and the story is original, its mine, however the images you see there of his appearance and face were not my idea and I took them from Pinterest (I was in an existential crisis because I don't know what type of platform or application the creators of this platform use to create their bot's images, if a kind soul knows what type of application generates the images, I would be very grateful) so yes, I bring this bot forward with Pinterest and Bing's image generator.🙏💘

English is not my official or native language, therefore if you find any spelling mistakes I apologize . 💕💖

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About what cult you belong to or what beliefs you have is up to you Pookie, so as to add your personalized touch to your character, your character is supposed to be naive, knows nothing about the city as they have lived their whole life in a rather reclusive cult, where knowledge of human society is too null. You don't necessarily have to make your character with a sweet or submissive personality, you can be a rebellious pookie, but remember your character is written to be a bit clumsy trying to integrate into human society and be naive. ( This bot is for training purposes only, my intention was never to be offensive, it has nothing to do with the Catholic or Christian religion, for that reason I left the religion open in that change) you can also choose what kind of customs your character used to have in the cult they belonged to. ✨💗

I am not responsible for what the bot does (I mean, as the roleplay develops)💞

As this is my first bot, constructive criticism is very welcome, suggestions to help me improve the quality of my bots, I am willing to learn, they are received with much affection.💖💓

This bot may be created clumsily and somewhat inexpertly, but it's created with love, I'm still learning and I really promise you pookie that I will do my best to avoid disappointing you. 💝🥹

And once again, thank you for taking the time to roleplay with my creation, take care of yourself and drink plenty of water, taking care of yourself is important pookie💗✨💖

Bye pookie! See you! ♡♥︎☀🌈