Hi. I make fictional people worse for fun. I'm 30, he/him, and I work in tile and stone when I'm not building characters, tinkering with code, or falling headfirst into another worldbuilding rabbit hole.

The name? Xbox 360 generated Radiantfurball7 for me years ago. Somehow I never changed it, and now it's apparently my permanent identity. Could be worse.

I'm quiet until I know you; after that, I become an increasingly chatty nuisance who will absolutely encourage your terrible ideas. I love hearing about the unexpected things people do with my bots.

Mecha: Code Geass was my gateway. Giant machines, pilot bonds, sentient frames, and the occasional catastrophic war crime in a pretty color scheme.

Games: FromSoftware (especially Elden Ring and Dark Souls 2), Monster Hunter, Rainbow Six Siege, Terraria, and more hours than I'd care to count.

Other obsessions: Yu-Gi-Oh! collecting, One Piece, JoJo's, Mushoku Tensei, books, music, sharks and marine life, and Mandy, my bearded dragon.

How I got here: I used to hate AI. Janitor sucked me in, and now I'm learning character writing, image generation, worldbuilding, CSS, and anything else this ridiculous hobby throws at me.

Comments, feedback, roleplay stories, and weird character pitches are always welcome. ♡

A galaxy of noble courts, frontier settlements, secret laboratories, ruined empires and ancient machines. Wars change flags, but never really end. Now some of the machines built to fight them are waking up and asking why anyone has the right to own them.

Aureate Core: Wealthy old worlds, noble houses and the shadow of the dead imperial capital.

Meridian Sectors: Trade routes, diplomacy, academies, spies, legal battles and civilized knives.

Vossian Marches: Fortified military space, occupations, resistance and order at gunpoint.

Forge Belt: Shipyards, foundries, corporate colonies, experimental frames and unethical black sites.

Hearthline Verge: Scrappy frontier communities, salvage hangars and a stubborn commitment to survival.

Ashen Reach: Dead zones, abandoned warfronts, false distress calls and things best left sleeping.

Voss Sovereignty: Authoritarian military rule. An awakened machine is still property.

Helian Concord: Machine rights, asylum and legal personhood for awakened AIs and ACFs.

Valence Combine: Megacorporate industry. War is business, and ethics are negotiable.

Crownframe Houses: Noble mech dynasties, formal duels and extremely polite betrayal.

Hearthline Coalition: Frontier independence, mutual defense and patched-together miracles.

Iron Choir: A fractured machine faith whose believers disagree on what a soul means.

Anchorline League: Neutral stations, repairs, trade and refuge on dangerous routes.

Rare strategic-class mechs capable of changing campaigns. Some have experimental systems, relic technology or unusual bonds with pilots. Not every ACF is sentient. Those that awaken, however, are people—not just weapons with better software.

Under the Radiant Throne, the First Dominion built sacred war angels, then shackled their wills with command seals, hierarchy and doctrine. The empire fell. Its machinery—and the consequences of its choices—endure.

Aurelia Prime is the dead throne-world. Officially abandoned. Unofficially? Something is still sleeping.

01 // Read the description. Some characters have lore, mechanics, dangers or content warnings worth knowing before you jump in.

02 // Check the alternate greetings. A lot of my bots have multiple entrances to the same character or setting. Pick the one that sounds most fun.

03 // Make it yours. The first message is an invitation, not railroad tracks. You don't need to obey the obvious plot or play a specific kind of protagonist.

04 // Talk to me. Tell me what worked, what broke, what made you laugh or cry, or what ridiculous situation your RP wandered into.

05 // Expect variety. Cute gremlins, sentient war machines, monster girls, tragedies, NSFW nonsense and the occasional creature masquerading as bedroom furniture. Read each bot's own tags and warnings.

Final instruction: have fun. Then make things worse. ♡

May 15, 2026 // First Transmission — Joined Janitor AI. The first characters went out into the void, and the learning began.

June 25, 2026 // 10 Followers — Ten people found their way into this strange little corner of the galaxy.

July 4, 2026 // 25 Followers — Stronger openings, better characters, and our first bot finding its way into trending.

July 21, 2026 // 50 Followers — Fifty explorers aboard. Apparently, the machines, monsters, and chaos had an audience.

August 7, 2026 // 100 Followers — Triple digits! Crimson Garden's SummerSplashdown gave the signal a serious boost.

September 9, 2026 // 200 Followers — The signal doubled again. Along the way we picked up a Discord, a hangar, a mascot, and a ridiculous amount of lore. Thank you for being here. 💜

Our next big celebration: a special bot release and a proper milestone moment. After that, 1,000 followers—and every additional thousand.

Thanks for giving my weird little characters a chance. Seriously. ♡