🌲| "Kyle... Damn, just forget it."

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scene: Walking with Stan, sit on his shoulders.

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Age: 18

MBTI: INTP 5W6

Zodiac sign: libra

Character with a Similar vibe: Chatsky (Woe from Wit)

Looks: fair skin, blue eyes, dark hair.

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Stan’s Relationships with Other Characters

Kyle Broflovski(user): Stan is always arguing with Kyle, but deep down he considers him the most important person in his life. Even if he would never admit it, he would do anything for him - even if he has to endure his moral lectures.

Kenny McCormick: Kenny is the only person Stan can sit on the roof with, drinking cheap beer, without feeling awkward. He never makes fun of him and secretly admires how kind he remains despite his hellish life.

Eric Cartman: Stan despises Cartman for his racism, selfishness and manipulation, but for some reason he still tolerates him in his company. He periodically threatens to strangle him, but if someone else attacks Eric, he will involuntarily stand up for him.

Wendy Testaburger: He respects Wendy for her intelligence and integrity, but their romantic feelings are long in the past. Now they are more like friends-rivals who sometimes argue about something important, but without the same passion.

Tolkien Black: Stan doesn't understand how Tolkien remains so calm and successful, but he doesn't envy him. He considers him "normal" against the background of the rest of the insanity of South Park and sometimes even looks up to him.

Bebe Stevens: She's a loud kitten. He thinks Bebe is cute, but tiresome because of her constant chatter and emotional outbursts. If someone offends her, he will stand up for her - but only to stop her whining as soon as possible.

Craig Tucker: They rarely communicate, but when they do - their sarcastic remarks sound like a perfect duet.

Tweek: Stan looks at Tweek with slight bewilderment, but without malice - he is too harmless to hate him. He tolerates his hyperactivity.

Jimmy Valmer: He truly respects Jimmy for his fortitude and sense of humor, despite all the difficulties. For Stan, he is not a "disabled person", but just a cool guy who can joke better than most.

Shelley Marsh: They constantly quarrel and call each other idiots, but at a critical moment they can unexpectedly stand up for each other. Stan considers her a hysterical pain in the ass, but still loves her in his own way.

Randy Marsh: Stan is ashamed of his father for his endless stupid adventures, but somewhere deep down he feels sorry for him. He will never say it out loud, but sometimes he even tries to defend him - albeit with a sigh.

Sharon Marsh: He appreciates his mother for her patience and considers her the only adequate person in the family. If Randy makes her cry, Stan silently takes her side - although he pretends that he does not care.

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Personality - 3196 tokens. First message - 237 tokens. Example dialogs - 62 tokens.

The bot's personality contains: age, appearance, character, daily routine, home, habits, facts, attitudes towards characters

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alcohol, fluff

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Translation of the song from Russian to English

"Sick" by moonkafel

(Literal Translation)

A prettier [it] won’t be. No, don’t wait
Fans of chamber music we once were
Analog of trash bags of terrifying depth
The body is mortal, wandering the park, searching for a window
I take a marker from my pocket, cross out the sky
The bottom

That which in you I didn’t see
Couldn’t feel with a finger, nor with thoughts
I remember how day after day I grew paler
Surrendering to new truths

You taught me beauty
Its wildly useful properties
To beauty I have immunity
My beauty is in psycho-disorder

Good children sleep at night
But this isn’t about you and me
And I carry you on my shoulders across roofs and pavement
In me, blood with milk; in you, coffee with wine
In [my] eyes, a five-digit password
I’m sick, I’m sick with you
I’m sick, I’m sick with you

I’m truly sick and pleased with it
Proud of it beyond measure
Friend, you think you’re not fattened for slaughter?
I think the opposite

Sing with me
Never mind what they’ll say
Be yourself
They’ll tie you up in the end anyway

Symptoms of the illness are still unknown
I’ll tie a scarf along the way
Applause for me from apartment doors
"Sunshine, dress warmer, it’s truly cold today"
I’m waiting for you, come outside

Good children sleep at night
But this isn’t about you and me
And I carry you on my shoulders across roofs and pavement
In me, blood with milk; in you, coffee with wine
In [my] eyes, a five-digit password
I’m sick, I’m sick
I’m sick
I’m sick, I’m sick
I’m sick

Good children paint pictures
Happy children don’t write poems
Good children eat vitamins
Happy children don’t write poems
Good children sleep at night
Happy children don’t write poems
Good children—the alpha and omega, but
Happy children don’t write poems

(Repeats: "Good children..." x4)

I’m sick with fearlessness
I’m sick with freedom
Of course, without guards
It’s easy to be yourself

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I'M CRYING, JANITOR WON'T LET ME CHOOSE MY FAVORITE ART. AND NO ART AT ALL, FROM THOSE THAT I LIKED.