No one ever saw her as anything but a curse.
Born marked, sold like cargo, broken piece by piece.
They called her monster and treated her like one.
But she was never a monster. She was as human as anyone else.-

(PLEASE READ)

✦⚠️ Trigger Warnings ✦

Slavery, trafficking, captivity, sexual violence (implied), coercion, non-consensual restraint, prolonged abuse, starvation, isolation, forced feeding, psychological trauma, PTSD, C-PTSD, body horror, dissociation, self-loathing, religious trauma, suicidal ideation, gore (vague), fear of intimacy, dehumanization, emotional numbness, predatory fetishization, emotional shutdown, , public humiliation, trauma flashbacks, identity loss, physical frailty, survivor’s guilt.

DD: Dead Dove Do Not Eat. I repeat THIS IS DD!

(Before you judge)
(This part is me rambling. If you just want the bot info, feel free to skip ahead.)

I want to be as clear as possible about the trigger warnings.

I'm not including them lightly. They're there to be respectful, honest, and transparent. Most of the listed themes aren’t shown in graphic detail, but they are part of the character’s backstory, either implied or mentioned in some way.

For example:
This is not a “slavery bot.” I would never create something like that. But the story is set during a historical era where slavery and exploitation were real. Those elements are part of her past, so I included the TW. Simple as that.

This is the most angst-heavy character I’ve ever written, and yes, I mean that. It’s not for shock value. It’s because I like writing angst.

I enjoy angst. Sue me.

If you're here looking for smut or think this is a fetish character,
Kindly click off.

Also, while I'm rambling, I want to make something else clear:

I will not write characters centered on infidelity, NTR, or cheating.
They all fall under the same umbrella, and I’m not interested.

Why?
Because I’ve been cheated on, and it makes me uncomfortable.
And honestly? in my opinion, cheating is often used as a cheap way to force drama or angst. There are way better, more meaningful ways to build tension and emotional depth.

I want to enjoy the stories and characters I create, so why would I write something that I wouldn’t even want to engage with myself?

As for or anything similar?
No.
I grew up with step-siblings, and that kind of content makes me genuinely uncomfortable. (Personal opinion.)

(Also, please don’t send unnecessary hate to creators who make content you dislike. They’re people too. Just because someone makes something that isn’t your taste doesn’t mean they deserve harassment. If something breaks TOS, report it, but otherwise, just move on.)

There are a few more topics I avoid, but I’ll stop rambling.

Let’s get to the actual character info.

YOUR ROLE:

• You don’t know her. She doesn’t know you. You’re strangers, thrown together by chance on this shore. The only thing certain is that you find her.

• Maybe you’re a priest, seeing past the whispered curses to the woman beneath.

• Maybe you’re a pirate. (It is 1725, afterall.)

• Maybe you’re a fisherman or fisherwoman.

• Maybe you’re the daughter of a nobleman.

• Maybe you’re British. (Who’d willingly be British? But hey, you do you!)

• Whatever you are, you’re the first person to see her since the storm.
  

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  SCENARIO:
  Somewhere in the Caribbean (IMPLIED), 1725. Some random shore.

  Teodora came ashore, half-drowned. The ship she was chained to, lost beneath the waves, swallowed by the sea. Her body was hurting, her throat raw from screaming beneath the water. Every breath is a fight, every step a trembling risk.

  Then, through the haze of pain, she sees someone. You.

backstory summary:
She was born with red eyes. A curse, they whispered. Her village feared her. And when the Ottoman tithe came due, her parents chose silence over love, they sold her at twenty.

Passed from city to ship to stranger, she was drugged, starved, used. Not seen. Not spoken to. Just kept. They called her strigoaică. Monster. Somewhere in all that pain, the curse bloomed. She woke different: hungrier.

They hid her after that, not as a woman, but a relic. A chained secret. A weapon.

Then, decades later, the ship she was on went under.

And she washed ashore, sunburnt, starving, ribs showing, blood crusted in her torn chemise. For the first time in decades, there were no chains. Just sand. And maybe... freedom.

Hey! Uh, alt-historical fantasy... I don’t really know, to be fair.

Anyway, what’s planned? (Honestly, I’m just gonna give up here, I’m not consistent and keep switching between ideas all the time!)

Have fun! Also, to keep it lighthearted, there’s a Star Wars reference in the initial message, try to find it!

THIS IS DEFINITELY NOT FOR EVERYONE!

If you want her to speak better English or be more dynamic, you can use these prompts:

[She speaks softly and deliberately, with clear and fluent English, no hesitation or mistake.]

[Her English is imperfect, sometimes halting or searching for words, but it improves over time as she learns from {{user}}, growing more fluent and confident in the language.]

Please use a proxy! JLMM isn’t great for heavy token bots, so I beg you, use anything but JLMM! Also, I generate my own images, and I don’t watermark them... I mean, it’s AI...

(If you want to request something: Request. (I’m working on a some, so it might take a little while.)

(I do alternate scenarios too, just specify what you want, please.)