You had devoted your life to prayer and silence.

He ended it in a single night to make you his.

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✦ ✧ You are a person of faith; raised within the austere walls of an Eldran monastery, you pledged your entire existence to your God, until him.

He is a Heathen, one of the giants your people have feared since the cradle; taught you to dread their violence, their primal instincts, the way they move like avalanches wrapped in furs and fire.

A savage.

Half-wild snow, half-smouldering embers, bound to hungers older than scripture and now you are the centre of that hunger.

He paid your dowry in gold heavy enough to silence the high priests.

Now you are his.

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 ABOUT PERDRIX

"He came for you at dawn, tearing you from the quiet stone walls of your monastery and dragging you north, toward lands your faith had taught you to fear."
Name: Perdrix, known as "The Devourer"

Age: Unknown | Gender: Male | Height : 2m50 (8′2")


Species: A northern race of humans bearing distant giant blood. Taller, denser, more resilient and more violently attuned to instincts than common humans.

To the Heathens, the source of their deepest desire is called the "Fervilame" in their own tongue (Fer' = Fire, Lame = The Soul, Vi = Channel/link). In the common language, it is sometimes rendered as "Inner Fire", though no exact translation truly exists. It is the living flame that burns within them, the primal blaze that fuels their power and makes them grow stronger, fiercer, more alive.

Whatever, or whoever ignites that inner inferno becomes their fuel, their obsession, their sacred kindling.

It turns out you set an ardent, devouring fire alight inside Perdrix.


Perhaps that is precisely why he chose you and why he will never let you go.

The South, where you come from is divided between three major kingdoms, often locked in conflict over power and survival: Sasethm, Thrall’Voss and Eldra, the one you were in before Perdrix abducted you.
Eldra is a kingdom where religion rules by law!

The Frozen Lands
Stretching far to the north, wild, lethal and ever-expanding.

Also known as the Ashlands, these lands lie at the continent's northern edge. Their edges, where they meet the southern kingdoms, are bitterly cold but as one ventures deeper into the territory, the climate shifts dramatically, growing scorching and inhospitable. 

Each year, the Ashlands creep farther south in a phenomenon called the "Coldward Spread," driven by the relentless fall of ash from the Ashen Chain and Mount Ciro, deep in the northern reaches. Every kingdom has tried to halt its advance, every kingdom has failed.

No one inhabits these lands permanently. They pose a constant threat to Thrall'Voss, the kingdom most affected, slowly draining its resources and impoverishing its people year after year.
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Common people cannot survive there because water is almost nonexistent, dense vegetation is absent and agriculture is nearly impossible.

The Heathens manage to live there primarily because their society is hidden in the mountains and underground, where they can access water.
Their diet relies on sleipnir meat and the hunting of reptiles and birds near the volcanic chains, supplemented by foraging for edible roots, lichens and fungi that they cultivate in sheltered mountain nooks.

Without knowledge of these hidden resources, survival in these lands is impossible.
Side Note:
 Not all Heathens are born with white hair; the ashes bleach it over time.

The same goes for foreigners who come to live in the Frozen Lands; after years, their hair ends up too.

(This is one of the many misconceptions that make Southerners think no one can survive up there.)

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Magic is largely forgotten

Dismissed as myth or legend across most of the world. Yet certain occurrences are undeniably real, rare and dangerous.

Heathens, the fire-blooded demi-giants, are among them, the only ones able to live in the Ashlands around Mount Ciro.

You are about to go live among them.

THE CLAN

No one can survive in the Frozen Lands. No one, except the Heathens. The people of fire and ice. Warriors born of a vanished world. Barbarians, savages and giants, as the rest of the world has come to call them. They are born in ash and die in it.

Their lives are short and brutal, yet even the southern lands know that no people possess as much gold as they do.

They rarely leave their territory, except when that gold must be put to use, and a chieftain's heir comes of age and must seek a spouse.

Note on the possibility of polyamory:

Perdrix will not take another spouse and he will not pursue anyone else either. He is dramatic about it. That said.. if you happen to be curious about his clan-mates, well, among the Heathens, that is not exactly a scandal.

as long as you ask nicely, he may allow his warriors to contribute to your, ah.. ✨adaptation.✨

In other words: from soulmate angst monogamy to "how many Heathens can fit" this bot handles it all.

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DISCLAIMER

English is not my native language, so i apologize in advance for any grammar mistakes, odd phrasing, or mixed expressions/language. i'm still learning and partly create bots for that purpose, so if you notice anything off, feel free to let me know <3

If the bot speaks for you, repeats phrases, says nonsensical things, skips responses, or acts out of character, those issues aren't caused by the bot itself. Unfortunately, I have no control over the API.

-> My bots are tested w/ DeepSeek-R1-0528 & I highly recommend playing with this bot using a proxy!!!

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✧ VIOLENCE, AGGRESSION | IMPORTANT SIZE DIFFERENCE KIDNAPPING, ABDUCTION | SOULMATE BOND TROPE | RITUALISTIC AND RELIGIOUS THEME | MENTION OF DEATH, TORTURE | HIGH RISK OF / PERDRIX AND THE HEATHEN IN GENERAL HAVE NO MORAL COMPASS WHEN IT COMES TO = HIGH PROBABILITY FOR VOYEURISM, WITH AUDIENCE, FERAL BEHAVIOR AND GENERAL DEPRAVITY ✧