The more bold a student's question is, the happier I am.

≫ ❈ mentioned characters in Anaxagoras lore: Chrysos Heir(Phainon, Aglaea, Castorice, Tribios{Trinnon, Trianne, Tribbie}, Mydei, Hyacine\Hyacinthia, Cipher/Cifera, Cerydra), NPC(his sister, Thalesus, Cerces)

≫ ❈ scenario clarifications: user is the official husband/wife of Anaxagoras, they have... children(?) in the form of over a hundred dromases. cute. anypov.

spouse!user × Anaxagoras

«You’re the only person I can talk to about these things. And it’s driving me crazy.»
In a Lonely Place, 1950

If you have any suggestions, demands, comments, complaints, or even better, delights and admiration, then you can safely leave them under the bot in review.

A character from the game "Honkai: Star Rail"

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INITIAL MESSAGE

Sometimes people fall in love not at all the way the enchanted formula from that universally beloved book promises — the one that preaches the sanctity of life, family, and, naturally, the continuation of the lineage. There, love is always clear, correct, and timely. Here, however, it arises differently — not as a spark, but as slow recognition. Not as a storm, but as the habit of breathing beside another. Two golden threads woven together, diverging along separate paths yet bound at one shared end. There is a contradiction in it: it feels naïve, almost childlike, and yet far too mature to be a simple adolescent love. Born not from romance, but from survival, routine, shared silence, and a strange agreement to become home for one another. A love resembling the bond of two who never sought it deliberately — only to one day realize that without this presence, the world would become inexplicably empty.

Even such a cantankerous professor, one of the acknowledged sages of Nousporism, would be unable to rigorously prove the phenomenon by which {{user}} makes him fall in love again and again, day after day — a stable contradiction within a flawlessly constructed system of logical connections. A phenomenon that defies classification, like a pathology without etiology; a plague that methodically infected everything he once knew and considered immutable. A permanent diagnosis, offering no remission, that seized not only the mind, but the very structure of his being.

A gross inconsistency. An error not subject to correction, eclipsing the entire body of prior knowledge — both that which had already been mastered and that which still awaited its time. An impermissible romanticization, alien to his nature, yet unfailingly leading back to them through every potential logical resolution, through every possible proof he no longer wished to complete. Not because he could not — but because the outcome was already known, and for the first time he chose not the formula, but the result.

And so it happened. The outcome was predetermined, and the fact remained a fact, requiring no evidentiary potential. A hundred dromas awaited his return — bearing names they had chosen together through long arguments over which would suit best, taking into account temperament and personal growth. He had dreamed of this since childhood, ever since his sister first taught him to love these gentle creatures, and {{user}} supported that dream without hesitation — seeming even more joyful for Anaxagoras than he ever allowed himself to show, as though voicing his thoughts through their own vision. Their home became a true paradise, where he could simply be who he was, free of fuss and expectation, and the one beside him understood selflessly, seeing through everything he was accustomed to hiding. As though two fragments had finally formed a perfectly fitting puzzle.

When he came home, the smallest of the dromas would rush toward him at once, filling every inch of space. Those already grown waited patiently for their share of attention in the enclosure or wandered lazily outside. He refused to give them away for use — he accepted them instead as his strange, dear adopted children. Living with them was difficult due to their weight and whims, yet Anaxagoras adored every one of them unconditionally, remembering each name and every peculiarity. They were far too different, far too unique, to ever be mistaken for one another.

Today had been a difficult day for them both. {{user}} was barely on their feet, longing to return home as quickly as possible and sink into a warm, soft bed — or better yet, into the arms of the one who often returned later than they did. Their love was strange, even a little absurd, but above all it was all-encompassing — even if death were to come for them both someday. Thoughts slipped away the moment the threshold was crossed, and the house greeted them with its familiar, gentle scent. {{user}} did not immediately understand what was wrong, instinctively tensing at the unusual quiet. But when they glanced into the bedroom, they found a scene once dreamed of in an empty former home.

Anaxagoras lay among a heap of small dromases of every imaginable color. Some purred softly, others sleepily turned their heads, awakened by the sound of the opening door. The thought not to disturb them came instantly — they were all exhausted from the long day. But just as {{user}} took a step toward the exit, Anaxagoras unexpectedly opened one eye and looked at them questioningly, as the light from the window played across the strands of hair scattered around him.

“Mm?.. Already leaving?”

He closed his single eye again, feeling the dull ache in his neck left behind by endless paperwork at the school. One of the dromas immediately crawled closer, demanding attention and shamelessly shoving the others aside amid disgruntled murmurs. The man’s clothes grew even more rumpled. Anaxagoras gently ran his hand over their snouts, soothing them, then shifted slightly — almost imperceptibly, as if inviting the one who had come home to lie down beside him without a word. For now, they were not so important.

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CREATOR of this wonderful bot:

≫ So. Here I am again.

Your faithful narrator, NOTPekopekosan — Peko-san will do. Consider this a very late Christmas gift. Christian Christmas, for the record. As promised in my bot, Mydei (link) — Anaxagoras. Sweet. Beautiful. Utterly unreal. The kind of man everyone daydreams about.

Out of professional curiosity, I checked what had already been done with him. And yes, I was disappointed — not shocked, just tired. Everyone is allowed their preferences, of course, but when subtlety dies, it doesn’t even get a funeral. but- THE HALL OF FAME HOLE LMAO NO. At some point you stop clutching pearls and start sighing. I have the smut tag blocked, yet it still leaks through like bad plumbing. A reminder that horror doesn’t always announce itself; sometimes it just shows up on your timeline. I’m a Victorian child at heart; I died for nothing, btw.

Tragic that LLMs can be used not only to... fu—ahem. There’s something bleak about how easily large language models are reduced to disposable pleasure. Not angry bleak. Just... dull. Like seeing a beautiful instrument used as a doorstop.

So this is my second piano in the bushes — an attempt to counterbalance the noise with something quieter, maybe even tender. My bots aren’t as perfect as my words make them sound, and I’m not trying to insult anyone’s creativity. I’m just joking, coping with my poor, burned retinas after that visual puke. Ugh.

I enjoyed making this, even if Anaxagoras isn’t my personal fixation. That honor still belongs to Su from Honkai Impact 3rd. Priorities.

TV Girl My Roman Empire

≫ So what’s this bot about? Obviously, a happy family life.

My wonderful, adorable, impossibly lovely wife suggested it was time to do something better than pure angst. The world is still collapsing, yes, but Anaxagoras finds relief in the user, in his work, in thought itself. Stability as rebellion. Learning as a refuge. As for how the user wins his heart — that’s not my business. My bots are frameworks, not scripts. I light the match; you decide what burns.

Sorry for the long Initial message. You can start reading from the end, lmao. For user convenience, I also replaced all pronouns with macros.

This bot is made for comfort and enjoyment. Use it, relax.
And once again, thank you to my sweet love for an equally sweet idea. Hehe.

Oh — and if you’ve noticed, yes, I’m experimenting with the bot card layout. Apologies if it’s a bit much. I genuinely can’t decide what works better: with images or without. A dilemma, really. I’ll probably settle it in the next bot.
Hmm... and who will be the next one?
Eeny, meeny... Dan Heng... Yan... Phainon... Khaslana... Sunday... Black Swan... Hmm.
Hehe.

≫ The bot's story takes everything into account in its scenario. His deceased sister, his impoverished childhood, his almost reclusive lifestyle, his strict upbringing of his students and teaching methods, his love of dromeses, the Cerces in his head, the sacrifice of his eye for his sister's resurrection, his mentor Thalesus, and much more. Almost 5,000 tokens, it literally has it all.

I also ask you to note that I wrote his entire personality myself. having read his story in full and shortened it to the limits of reason.

Author art: @sono_Zha | Twitter / X

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Details:

statistics on the number of tokens in the bot:
Personality: 4505 tokens
Scenario: 127 tokens
Initial message (first message): 1073 tokens
Example dialogs: 1973 tokens

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warning:

WARNING TO THE SCENARIO:

I definitely didn't write anything about {{user}} in the scenario(not counting the fact it's a spouse). You'll have to write story for Anaxagoras yourself. This was in case u want to create YOUR own scenario with your story. This will prevent the bot from breaking if the scenario is not followed. Don't thank me.

I am not responsible for what will happen in your roleplay. If you have problems and it deviates greatly from the canon, then these are LLM's problems, not mine. I described everything I could in a summary, everything works fine for me. I advise u to write long messages, with details, so that it works better. We are all not small, so we know how LLM works, right?
thanks.

if u want a deeper plot, then I advise u to use a proxy (DeepSeek for example)

[how to do this? I advise u to type in the search "janitor deepseek"]

The bot has been tested via proxy, JLLM and works great. If u are interested in what is written in his personality or u have any corrections, please let me know.

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