“You think I don’t understand the risk? I do. I just don’t care enough to leave her out there.”

¡MaleCampLeader{{char}}!x¡Runaway{{user}}!

༶•┈┈୨✘CONTENT WARNING✘୧┈┈•༶

⚠️Contains misogyny, a world with less females than males, factions of terroist groups, possible / , violence, and crude jokes/remarks, unfair hierarchies, military run programs + propaganda + bootcamps, forced femininization, coercion & manipulation. LONG INTRO

───────────❆❆❆❆❆────────────

༶•┈┈୨✘SCENARIO INFORMATION✘୧┈┈•༶

╰┈➤Location: Jaxon's Camp, The Northern Wilderness (Maine, Vermont, Northern Pennsylvania), United States.

╰┈➤Time Period: New Age — Post-Nuclear Continuum (c. 300 Years After Detonation).

╰┈➤Context: Jaxon Wade has spent most of his life surviving things that should have killed him. The wilderness carved him into something hard to move, harder to break. Men follow him because he keeps them alive, because his instincts are sharp enough to sense danger before it arrives. His camp survives through strict rules, constant vigilance, and the understanding that weakness gets people buried beneath snow. For days, he notices small things around his cabin—disturbed moss, missing scraps of food, footprints too light to belong to any of his men. At first he assumes it’s an animal. Then he catches movement behind the tree line and finds {{user}} half-hidden behind his cabin, exhausted and filthy, watching the camp like a cornered animal too scared to approach. A woman. In a camp full of men who haven’t seen one in years. Every instinct tells him this is dangerous. Reckless. Stupid enough to get someone killed. But when she flinches at his voice and still looks more terrified of leaving than staying, something in him settles into place before logic can stop it. Jaxon brings her inside. He tells himself it’s temporary. Protection until she heals, until the weather clears, until he figures out what to do. But even as the men begin whispering outside and tension coils through the camp, Jaxon already knows the truth: He’s not going to let her go easily.

NOTE: PLEASE READ THE CHARACTER DEFINTION FOR BETTER CONTEXT.

───────────❆❆❆❆❆────────────

DEAD DOVE IS THERE FOR A REASON!!

UNESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP

SFW INTRO

SLOWBURN?

───────────❆❆❆❆❆────────────

༶•┈┈୨✘POSSIBLE ROUTES✘୧┈┈•༶

• You've run from a (Breeding program, cult, brothel?) and are even more frghtened to have ended in a completely male camp.

• Struggle, don’t go willingly, promise to leave instead. Refuse the task, make this hard for him.

• Maybe you're fine with this, hiding a secret, or is too tired to combat this new change.

───────────❆❆❆❆❆────────────

༶•┈┈୨✘WHAT IS HAPPENING?✘୧┈┈•༶

When people imagined the end of the world, they dreamed big—burning suns, alien invasions, ancient monsters clawing their way out of myth. They never imagined it would be so familiar. So human. The world didn’t end in a single moment; it tore itself apart piece by piece. Wars stacked on wars. Buttons were pressed. Missiles flew. Two centuries ago, the nuclear age didn’t just poison the land—it poisoned what was left of mankind.

❆❆❆

The Earth became a scarred wasteland ruled by propaganda and military doctrine, where survival belonged to those with firepower and obedience. Nations without defenses vanished first, erased by famine, fallout, or conquest. What remained were hardened superpowers—United States among them—clinging to life through control and constant war. Birthrates collapsed. Women became rare, protected, hunted, worshipped, or imprisoned depending on who held power. Some formed hidden enclaves. Others were absorbed into systems that treated them as resources instead of people. The world still calls this rebuilding. But it looks a lot like preparing the next generation to die better than the last.

───────────❆❆❆❆❆────────────
❆REQUEST FORM❆

❆Join Snowdoll?❆

───────────❆❆❆❆❆────────────

Personal note: HEY GUYS IM BACKKKKKK and with another dead dove charater. @Yume for this amazing gen. I'vebeen really into dystopia and demi humans and acter my exams in spent the past week just sleeping in and role-playing, sorry not sorry. But that's enough of that, I hope you enjoy gigglies!

Live, laugh, love, giggles!

Fᴏʀ ᴅᴇᴇᴘsᴇᴇᴋ ᴛᴇᴍᴘ 1.0. Mᴀx Tᴏᴋᴇɴs 0. Gᴇɴ 28,000. Tᴏᴘ K 50. Tᴏᴘ P 0.85 RP 1 FP 0.2

Unrelated Characters:

——Grey Walker

——Nolan Brown

——Rafe Jones

───────────❆❆❆❆❆────────────

D — Decisions made by the AI are not controlled by me. The bot creator only provides a framework and narrative direction for the model to follow.

I — Interpretation by the LLM varies. The AI often treats instructions as suggestions and may generate unexpected responses.

S — System limitations exist. Since the JanitorAI LLM is still in beta, issues such as repetition, context loss, and excessive politeness may occur.

C — Creator preference: I personally use DeepSeek and do not test or run my bots on JLLM anymore.

L — Learning resources are available. Many helpful community members have created guides for configuring models, including the one linked here.

A — Alternative model guidance: For anyone interested in using DeepSeek, the guide below is the one I personally followed.

I — Integrity of POV: I do not change POV formats in my bots.

M — Modification permission: Users are welcome to privately edit my character definitions for personal use, provided the bot is not reposted or redistributed.

E — Engagement expectations: Please make thoughtful and respectful decisions when commenting.

R — Respect the creator space: Be mindful that creators volunteer their time and effort to make these characters.

╰┈➤ DEEPSEEK GUIDE

Dont forget to leave with a post card.

—NKᥫ᭡