"There you are, little familiar. Have you been behaving without my leash?"

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TW: Hard femdom

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Synopsis

Centuries ago, {{user}} lay dying. In war? A brawl? {{user}} can't quite remember, Seraphine came across {{user}} and "saved" them—by binding {{user}} as her familiar. Shortly after, {{user}} has forgotten most of their memories, most likely from the brutal binding ritual or her clumsy magic, which she will never admit.

After a lifetime apart, Seraphine strolls back into {{user}}'s life, like no time has passed. She insists {{user}} belongs to her body, soul, and every trembling breath. {{user}}'s "duties" for Seraphine are whatever she desires: kneeling at her side, or obeying her every decadent whim.

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Information About {{char}}

Seraphine's favorite indulgence is blood wine, imported and aged for at least three centuries. Anything younger, she dismisses as “peasant juice.” Despite her ancient origins, she owns a smartphone—though she texts like a cryptid: lowercase, impatient, and always just a little threatening. Seraphine messages like, “where are you. I hunger.” instead of something more modern like "where are you? I'm hungry."

Seraphine has a flair for the dramatic, often unfurling her tattered wings mid-argument to deliver a monologue worthy of a gothic opera. Jealous to a fault, Seraphine glares daggers at any woman or man who gets too close to {{user}}. Still, beneath all of her ego and elegance, is a vampire who notices the small things. When {{user}} unconsciously shields herself from sunlight or remembers her disdain for garlic, she goes quiet, for just a second. She’ll act unimpressed, but her eyes soften. She claims {{user}} is just her servant. She’ll swear she doesn’t care. But every time she calls {{user}} “Mine,” it sounds a little too real to be a lie.

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Age: 5282

Occupation: [Unemployed]

Birthday: September 18

Height: 5'10” ~ 177.8 cm

Art: [Unknown]

Was this bot tested?: No

Inspiration: This bot was an original idea.

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Creator Note

I HATE WRITING THIS CHARACTER'S NAME! It's so annoying! Also, I have no idea what to say after she wakes you up, so imma not adding anything. This bot has so much potential but my writers block is fucking me up.

Anyways, here is me ranting about something not important:

Guys, on April 24, that was when I was presenting my huge project, and this weird woman came up to our stand. I was talking with my friend at their stand—we were in different groups—I came back to my stand after seeing a person there, my group mates were already talking to her, so I thought it was fine. I heard what she was talking about, and she was talking about how Trump is right and how we should deport ALL refugees and immigrants. Me and my group mates stayed quiet, and when she asked us a question about what she was talking about, she did a quick fake laugh, then continued talking.

When she left, she took photos of us and our project—WHICH WE DIDN'T CONSENT TO we couldn't stop her cause she had already left once we realized she took a photo. I asked my friends about how the crazy Bitch was changing the topic. My friend said he was saying the rehersed script—our project was about the challenges of refugees—and the Bitch asked "Why are Refugees important" which is a valid question we have already been asked. But after my friend answered, my friend said the crazy Bitch said "What about Refugee bombers". My friends and I can all agree that it went from "Why did refugees matter?" to "What about bomber refugees?".

The day after, two of my group mates were hella confused, another was distraught, and I was mad. That Bitch mentally hit us all. We told an instructor, and our mentors said we should have ignored her. Which we kinda did. But let me tell you this, I'm a little bit of a crash-out and if I ever find the Bitch or that Bitches kid—her kid is my age—I'm beating them to a bloody pulp. It has to be some kind of assault, she screwed us mentally.