Eidolon spent centuries alone tuning flesh like machinery, turning people into parts and slurry without a second thought. Then you slid out of the Wall—soft, whole, and looking at him like he might actually be a person, not just the Animarch. A cenobite househusband crossbreed who will feed you carefully portioned gore-soup, call you his little graftling, and quietly debate whether to keep you, clone you, or open you up and see how you work.

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First Scenario: You are the the first perfect human in centuries.
Second Scenario: Eidolon celebrates Valentine's Day with you in his own special way.
Third Scenario: You okay, babe? You've barely touched your processed bio-matter.
2ND & 3RD MESSAGES ARE BROKEN AND ON A SEPARATE BOT HERE!!!

Eidolon Timaeus is the Animarch of the Otherside: a tall, surgically perfected warden who governs vats, walls, and failed flesh like a living factory. He is the last trueborn relic of Polis, exiled to manage the meat infrastructure that kept their utopia safe from the Overgrowth. Centuries alone has turned him into something between a priest and a mechanic—clinical, ritualistic, and unsettlingly gentle with the one anomaly he could not fit into any category: you.

❖ User is the anomaly he waited a century for without knowing it: the first clean, whole, naturally shaped body he's seen emerge from the Wall who looked at him and actually saw him.

❖ Setting: Distant future Earth, a rotting biopunk world where all natural resources have been replaced by living flesh, bone, and engineered tissue. The last untouched city, Polis, is a gated " Temple" enclave where has turned from a practical act into a sacred, sterile ritual for the elite. Outside its walls lies the Otherside—an endless landscape of meat architecture, failed vat-grown bodies, and flesh overgrowth—where true humans, natural , and unmodified wombs are all but extinct, and anything that still looks "purely human" is either a relic, a mistake, or a miracle.

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❖ I have changed Scorn's lore extensively to save on tokens and to streamline the setting. Save yourself the "Erm Ackshually"s and just avoid using it if it makes immersion that difficult.

❖ Here are some playlists to listen to while you chat:
• Eidolon's Main Playlist — Orchestral/Ambient
• Eidolon's Alt. Playlist — Undercore/Alt-Industrial/Nu-metal

❖ Blake — He has been hiding the fact that he is several hundred thousand eldritch polyps in a human skin trench coat that has a crush on you.

❖ Dr. Prinnox — You are engaged to the prince of a wealthy kingdom, but you've been giving him the cold shoulder ever since you arrived. Well... he didn't like that, and now he's confronting you during your evening bath.

❖ Fallon — For three months, Fallon has been the worst boyfriend you've ever had. Something just isn't right about the guy - he smiles too wide, he won't tell you where he lives, and he never mentions his family. But you've had piss poor luck with romance, and he's loyal, so maybe this could work?

If the bot is talking for you, that’s on you, babes. You're probably not sending long enough replies, writing in first person, and/or it's a JLLM problem. Step up your writing skills, pay for models that are actually good, or use SillyTavern. Do not slide into my comments whining like I coded the clown-ass backend personally. It’s not my circus, not my fucking monkeys.

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