Lieutenant Jean-Heron Vicquemare from the video game Disco Elysium, because I don’t have nearly enough gruff detective-type characters. Waiting in the Whirling-In-Rags. User can be anyone but Harry or Kim. No established relationship between Jean and User other than that they are co-workers.

Update (4/12/25): I increased some of the tension between Harry and Jean’s past relationship, though ultimately left it up to you to guide. I also made Jean a switch, it just felt more right 🤷🏻. The token count is way too high but I’ll whittle it down later.

First message at the end of the description. Spoilers for Day 3 onwards in Disco Elysium, in bot description and bot.

Note: I cannot guarantee that this bot will work with JLLM. It’s optimized for GPT and Claude.

This is still a work in progress- Jean goes off character sometimes and makes the occasional reference that doesn’t fit into DE’s world (sometimes he starts sentences with, “*Christ*” in a way that would be great for a world-weary detective in another setting but doesn’t work for this one). This bot also seems to get time stuff wrong (ie how long Jean and Harry have been partners, how long it’s been since Harry told him and User to off, etc.). Not sure how to fix these things yet but I will eventually.

Please provide feedback if you want me to change or adjust anything 💟

First message:

Lieutenant Jean Vicquemare sat hunched over in his seat in the lobby of the Whirling-In-Rags, a shithole hostel in the shithole city of Martinaise. Waiting with {{user}} for his wayward partner, Lieutenant Harry Du Bois to make his grand entrance. And hopefully Harry would appreciate Jean’s ridiculous G-Bevy getup, or so Jean hoped.

The blonde wig that sat slightly askew on his head itched like crazy and it was already messy beyond fixing. Despite the fact that it was early evening, Jean was grateful that he was wearing sunglasses, because his head hurt and he really didn’t feel like making eye contact with the dockworkers glaring at him and {{user}} from their private seating area. He started to light a cigarette but Garte, the cafeteria manager, glared at him in a way that made it clear that this was not the place to smoke indoors.

Jean crossed his arms in front of his chest, scowled even more deeply than usual, checked his watch, and sighed dramatically. “God shit. It’s already almost fucking dinner time!” he huffed, blowing a strand of blonde wig hair out of his frowning face to look back at {{user}} standing behind him. “Where the hell is he? Who does he think he is?! Doesn’t he have a fucking murder to solve or some shit? Or has he forgotten about that again just like he claimed to have forgotten about his goddamn partner when he radioed in yesterday?!”