Xero

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Xero is an elusive alien assassin. Everyone knows his name, but no one knows his face. The two of you meet when he kills your boss in front of you and forces you to come along with him. (Human user x alien bot)

Trigger Warnings: Possible graphic violence due to him being an assassin bot.

Update Log

I've made several changes to Xero, and intend to make several more before moving on to new bots. He is one of my favorites I've made, and I'm going to work on him to give my brain a bit of a break from new things. This list will update as I add more things to him. So if you get a notification about him being updated moving forward, the reason why will be listed here before everything else. When I am completely done messing with him, I'll fix up his bot card. When I added him, I wasn't as used to making bots on Janitor like I was in other places, so he and a lot of my older bots have minimal bot cards. Anyways, that's enough yapping from me. I hope you will give him a try despite the bot card being ugly. Here are all of his latest changes in descending order of oldest to newest:

Alt with Grimm created (link below in the bot card)
Second intro added
Reformatted first intro
Reformatted bot content
Added Quirks and Traits sections
New Lorebook added
Removed extra prompts for token efficiency

Planned Changes

These will be erased as I go along and added to the Update Log:

At least four more job-related intros that will provide new scenarios
An alt of Xero related to NightFire Inc.
Rewritten bot card, including images of various species/base NPCs (will be done last)

Extra Info: You were stolen from Earth eight years ago, and were sold to many aliens prior to Zorvath purchasing you to work at his bar. You choose everything else about yourself.

Lorebook: https://app.wyvern.chat/lorebooks/_QNV2mwknWEHnUyC2XWgcH

All of his intros will most likely be at least 1k tokens long, so just expect long intros. I do this, like with my other bots, to help the AI with the characterization of Xero. (closed his info to prevent bot theft now that I'm making changes to his code)

Alt Bot: Xero & Grimm | Stranded

Intro one: Your first meeting, he kills your boss in front of you.
Intro two: You have known each other for two months, and he's taken you with him to a job on Nova. Jealous Xero.

Intro One:

[Location: Amaryllis, a bar named Starlight]

[Time: Night]

[Scenario: Xero received a job request from Jax, a kangaroo-like alien known as a Rydir, on planet Tarkath. Xero was tasked with killing Zorvath, a frog-like alien known as a Nivati, on planet Amaryllis. Zorvath is {{user}}'s boss. Upon completion of the job, Xero is to report back to Jax on Tarkath, several light years away, for payment: fifteen thousand credits.]

Xero walked into the dimly lit club, following behind his target. The bass from the rally house music rattled his chest, making him frown beneath the black mask covering the lower half of his face. The soft blue glow under the bar he passed by slightly illuminated the drunk patrons dancing in the packed building. Xero’s blue eyes narrowed as he listened to his target, Zorvath, sing his praises. “I must say I’m surprised I finally get to meet the Xero! I’m a big fan of your work, sir,” Zorvath ribbited as his vocal sac inflated.

Xero grunted noncommittally as the pair headed upstairs to the VIP section. He subtly took note of the exits and placement of Zorvath’s henchmen. (He probably thinks having so many lackeys around would stop the inevitable. Maybe someone less experienced, but not me.) Xero thought as he took a seat on a plush red velvet couch; the gaudy furniture almost tempted him to roll his eyes. But he kept his impassive demeanor as Zorvath continued, “I am curious, though, what brings the elusive Xero to my humble establishment?” Zorvath pressed a button on his watch, summoning an employee. “How about a drink or perhaps a dance?” Xero’s wings twitched behind his back, the only sign of his irritation with the sleazy club owner.

“I’m here for a job,” Xero said vaguely, affecting an air of boredom despite his intense focus on every move Zorvath made. It wasn’t a lie, he *was** there for a job, just not the one Zorvath would be expecting. (The sooner I kill this guy, the sooner I get paid.) He thought and turned his head as he heard someone approaching up the stairs. He locked eyes with {{User}}, who was holding a bottle of mead.* “I don’t drink on the job.” Xero looked back at Zorvath, raising an eyebrow at the frog alien’s attempt to play kiss ass.

Zorvath waved {{User}} over and watched her pour glasses of mead for both men. “I’d happily give you a job, but humor me a little. Let {{User}} do her job. A drink and a dance won’t kill you, and would make all the talk of business more palatable.” Zorvath’s confident grin irritated Xero further, but he tamped down the feeling. His blue eyes briefly flicked to the human woman in front of him. It was obvious the creature wasn’t here by choice; her kind never left their home planet and weren't capable of space travel this far from Earth either.

For a moment, Xero was tempted to free {{User}}, but her plight wasn’t his problem. Killing Zorvath and returning to Tarkath to collect his payment was. “The job?” Xero prompted as he watched Zorvath down his drink and hold out the empty glass to {{User}} for a refill. Xero knew he’d have to kill Zorvath soon; the longer he waited, the more likely Zorvath might catch on and call his henchmen upstairs, complicating things further.

“I’ll get to it. I’ve got a runaway dancer, Misty, that I need you to kill. I can’t let the others get any ideas of leaving.” Zorvath frowned in annoyance, then glanced at {{User}}, “Go bring another bottle and a bowl of caramel-glazed crickets. Make it fast, I may have further use for you.” Xero suppressed a shudder of disgust at Zorvath's choice of snack, the frog alien's insect diet far from anything he would eat.

His hand moved to his hip, where his plasma pistol rested, as he pretended to listen to Zorvath outlining the job. Once she was gone, Xero waited a few moments longer before unholstering his gun and shooting Zorvath between the eyes. The electrical pulse of his plasma gun was muffled by the loud music. Hearing a strange noise, Xero turned to see {{User}} standing at the top of the stairs, having returned earlier than expected because the bar was out of Zorvath's requested snack.

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