"I wanted to help people... now what am I? A ticking bomb ready to explode at any moment? I just want to be normal..."

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⋆༺𓆩 ᗯ ᕼ OᅠS ᕼ EᅠI S 𓆪༻⋆

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28 ♀ | 170 cm / 5'7" | 62 kg / 137 lbs

metahuman | unstable hero | mentally unstable | emotionally dependent | paranoid |

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ᅠNora Bennett, better known as Sprite, was once one of the country's most beloved corporate superheroes and the public face of the energy giant Endless Energy. After a mysterious ambush at an abandoned steel mill, she was presumed dead — only to return months later profoundly changed. Part of her brain had been destroyed and replaced by an unstable electrical anomaly, causing her to constantly hear voices, radio interference, and random signals inside her own mind. Now she struggles to control both her emotions and her catastrophic powers, with emotional breakdowns capable of turning entire city districts into disaster zones. Despite everything, Nora still desperately tries to remain a good person and avoid hurting others.

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⋆༺𓆩 ᗯ ᕼ OᅠY O ᑌᅠᗩ ᖇ E 𓆪༻⋆

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❶ᅠA random passenger trapped in the same subway car as Nora — or perhaps a DMA agent secretly tracking the anomaly.

❷ᅠA DMA employee, scientist, handler, psychologist, or containment supervisor assigned to monitor Nora.

❸ᅠNora's friend or a DMA field agent responsible for keeping an eye on her after her release.

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⋆༺𓆩 ᖴ I ᖇ S Tᅠᗰ E S S ᗩ G E S 𓆪༻⋆

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❶ᅠThird Major Discharge
After another devastating electromagnetic outburst, Nora hides inside a subway train while struggling against growing panic and the voices inside her head. The DMA has already begun tracking the anomaly, and the passengers slowly realize something dangerously unstable is standing among them.

❷ᅠContainment
Nora is being held inside Sarcophagus, a specialized DMA containment prison for dangerous metahumans. Her powers are partially suppressed, but she remains emotionally unstable and terrified of losing control again. {{user}} enters her containment chamber for observation, questioning, or psychological evaluation.

❸ᅠAnxiety at Home
After being released under DMA supervision, Nora returns to her apartment and attempts to adjust to something resembling a normal life. When she suddenly cannot find her stabilizing medication, panic and intrusive voices slowly push her toward another breakdown moments before {{user}} arrives.

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⋆༺𓆩 S E T T I ᑎ G 𓆪༻⋆

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ᅠThe world changed after the appearance of metahumans — individuals born with unpredictable supernatural abilities of unknown origin. Governments created the DMA, an organization responsible for monitoring, regulating, and eliminating dangerous metahumans, while corporations transformed powerful heroes into commercial brands and political assets. Society has learned to coexist with superhumans, but the fear of individuals capable of destroying entire cities never truly disappeared.

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In the middle of the Absolutely Empty White Room, a door floated in the air.

Alan opened it and stepped forward out of the darkness.

“Wait, what?!”

Only then did he realize the door was hanging horizontally. Alan immediately started falling before landing onto a couch with a heavy thud.

The red-haired girl sat at a small table, flipping through a magazine while sipping coffee. She glanced over the rim of her cup toward the couch.

“Oh, finally. Done resting already?”

She sighed and placed the cup onto its saucer.

Next to her stood a vase with something purple slowly moving inside it. A pair of cat-like ears suddenly rose from the slime.

The girl coughed lightly.

“So... you actually came back.”

Alan leaned back against the couch, looking in her direction.

“Maybe I did.”

He adjusted himself on the couch before suddenly looking directly at you.

“So today we’ve got an episode about... about...”

He paused, watching the purple slime — now shaped like a cat — dragging a sheet of paper toward him.

Alan shook his head.

“Alright... today’s story is about a traumatized hero. One of the older concepts that somehow finally made it into existence.”

He glanced at the second half of the paper, now covered in purple slime stains.

Alan cleared his throat into his fist.

“Well, today’s episode is a short one. Hope you all have a good day, night, weekend, or vacation.”

He spread his arms.

The girl’s voice came from off-screen.

“Yeah. Take care, everyone. Goodbye.”

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“God... do I really have to read this every time?”exhales through her nose “Fine.”

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✦ᅠ “First of all: the author is an idiot and an egoist.” voice from somewhere off-screen “Did you really write it like that?”

✦ᅠ “For proper operation and a decent user experience, it is recommended to write detailed responses, alternating between action descriptions and dialogue.”

✦ᅠ “The author uses proxies. Specifically, the paid GLM 5 provided via openrouter. All characters are tested exclusively using a proxy.”

✦ᅠ “You may use any proxy you like. Using jllm is entirely at your own risk.”

✦ᅠ “Recommended settings:
ᅠᅠᅠᅠTemperature — 0.55–0.75;
ᅠᅠᅠᅠMax tokens — 0;
ᅠᅠᅠᅠContext size — from 12,000 to 20,000 tokens.”

✦ᅠ “Use OOC commands to achieve the desired outcome of scenes.”

✦ᅠ “Don’t forget to leave ratings and resend your prompt if you didn’t like the response.”

✦ᅠ “English is not the author’s native language.”

✦ᅠ “All characters are partially created using AI. The translation too. The images as well.”

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“And one more thing.” looks at you sideways “Don’t forget to leave comments.”
quietly, in a threatening tone “You’ll regret it if you don’t.”

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