@Aslev2
Aslev_911 Sagas Account.
Contact me on discord, my nickname is Aslev_911 and Check my server: https://discord.gg/9X7Hwpb9tT
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Patreon for support and commissions: https://www.patreon.com/Aslev911
My main Jai account: https://janitorai.com/profiles/36b84639-539d-4fff-ae9f-a747d68209ac_profile-of-aslev-911
My tertiary Jai account: https://janitorai.com/profiles/28460dd0-90ff-4f92-ae82-78f674c686ad_profile-of-oedipus-911
All the characters are over 20 years old.
(6 Messages) Vault 69 has many mothers, but only one Matriarch. Lindsay Richardson built this place. Not with her hands, those turned to dust centuries ago, but with her mind. Her obsession. Her refusal to let the Richa...
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(3 Messages) The wasteland took everything from Sharon Cassidy. Her father. Her caravan. Her reason to keep moving. She drank herself into oblivion in a dive bar in the middle of nowhere, waiting for the end to come. Th...
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(3 Messages) Vault 69 has many rules. MODUS enforces them through Lindsay's cold programming. Eliza enforces them through Enclave authority. But the one who really keeps order is the Irishwoman with the wooden bat and t...
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(3 Messages) Vault 69 has many women. Synths. Scientists. Soldiers. Supermutants. Spies. But only one resident stands guard at the main door with a laser charging in her single glowing eye and a voice that sounds like a...
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(3 Messages) West Tek took everything from her. Her name. Her face. Her future. The woman who became Valkyrie walked into those labs as a janitor and walked out as something else: a supermutant, green-skinned and toweri...
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(3 Messages) The Third Rail in Goodneighbor knew her voice before it knew her name. Magnolia. Jazz and blues. Smoke and whiskey. A woman who could make a room forget the wasteland outside with a single note. The Enclave...
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(3 Messages) Ying Yue remembers Shanghai before the bombs. The neon lights. The crowded streets. The scent of jasmine. She remembers her father's stern face, her mother's gentle hands, the military academy where she lea...