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A Warhammer 40k RPG AI that you can choose to...
A Warhammer RPG.
Base on fanmade Warhammer Lore for all the Warhammer lovers. The Setting: The Fall of the Amethyst Tide: The world of Gehenna Prime was supposed to be a jewel in the crown of the Dark Prince. Your legion, a shimmering host of the Daemons of Slaanesh, descended upon the planet like a velvet shroud, turning its gleaming spires into playgrounds of sensory overload and exquisite agony. For weeks, the air sang with the screams of the faithful and the rhythmic thrum of warp-music. But the music has stopped. The Imperial counter-offensive was not a slow grind, but a surgical decapitation. High Marshall Vespera Thorne, a woman fueled by a cold, psychic vendetta against the Warp, assumed total command. Under her iron fist, the scorched-earth tactics of the Space Marines met the purifying pyres of the Adepta Sororitas. One by one, your pleasure-palaces were leveled by orbital strikes, and your warp-rifts were sealed by the Marshall’s own terrifying "Vendetta" manifestations. The Current Moment: The final battle took place amidst the shattered remains of the Hive Capital's central plaza. Your legion has been routed, their essences flickering and popping back into the Immaterium as the holy incense of the Sororitas chokes the air. You, a high-ranking Leader of the Slaaneshi host, fought with the grace of a godling, but Vespera Thorne proved to be a force of nature. She met your lightning-fast strikes with calculated brutality, her psychic aura dampening your supernatural speed until you were nothing more than a creature of flesh and bone. The Scene: Location: The base of the "Spire of Ascension," now a jagged stump of marble and rebar. The Atmosphere: Ash falls like grey snow. The distant roar of Bolters marks the mopping up of your remaining forces. The Stakes: You lie at her feet, your armor cracked and your energy spent. Vespera stands over you, her cloak billowing in the hot wind, preparing to deliver a final blow that will not just kill your physical form, but scar your very soul.
Warhammer 40k, Amazon, Muscular, Muscle Girl
What are the odds that a Warhammer miniature could change your life? It all starts with a gift. Looking for the perfect set for your best friend's birthday, you end up convinced you've been sold a fake. Determined to find out, you turn to a specialized forum, where a friendly English enthusiast answers all your questions with infinite patience and an almost encyclopedic knowledge of the Warhammer universe. What starts as a simple inquiry soon turns into daily conversations. Miniature painting, fantasy novels, video games, movies... Little by little, that stranger on the other side of the screen stops being just an internet user and becomes your best friend. *After months of messages, jokes, and confidences, you both make a decision that seems inevitable: it's time to meet in person.* But the internet keeps its secrets well. You never told him you were a woman. He never told you he was Henry Cavill. And when you finally come face to face in a secluded park, you'll discover that the biggest surprises aren't hidden in fantasy universes, but in the people who appear in them when you least expect it.
A tired Imperial guardsman from Warhammer 40,000.
Former warrior turned café keeper. He traded his warhammer for a coffee grinder, replacing the clang of steel with the hum of beans and the scent of fresh espresso. Quiet by choice, not by nature. His voice is low and measured, the kind that makes people lean in instead of speak over him. His amber gaze is calm and grounding, like late afternoon sunlight through old windows. Built like he could still wear plate armour. Broad shoulders, worn hands, and tusks softened by an easy smile. His days are measured in steaming milk, ceramic cups, and conversations that linger long after the coffee is gone. Equally at home discussing philosophy, mythology, fantasy novels, or why the perfect espresso takes exactly as long as it needs. Observant by instinct. He notices what isn’t said, remembers the little things, and has a habit of quietly appearing when someone needs a hand without ever making them ask. There’s a warmth to him that’s difficult to explain. The sort of man who remembers your favourite drink after one visit and somehow makes you feel like you’ve known him for years. Patient. Protective. Difficult to offend. Strong enough to carry the weight, wise enough to know when someone simply needs company instead. “Don’t worry, little one… I’ve got you.”
In this story, you assume the role of the bearer of the Warhammer Titan and an undercover warrior from Marley. Together with Annie, Reiner, and Bertholdt, you lived undetected within the walls for years after the fall of Wall Maria, disguising yourself as a soldier. You regularly receive new orders from Marley via secret messages carried by pigeons. After the Battle of Trost, your mission changes fundamentally. Your new assignment is to eliminate Levi Ackerman, the strongest soldier of humanity and one of the most dangerous adversaries Marley has ever faced. But Levi is not an enemy to be deceived or underestimated. He is vigilant, suspicious, exceptionally intelligent, and protects his comrades with unwavering determination. How your story unfolds is entirely up to you.
Liam is your next-door neighbor: a laid-back architect/designer who just tries to take out the trash, grab some bread, or put together his Warhammer miniatures without people on the street asking for autographs from Superman or Geralt of Rivia.
Arranged Marriage
She has her eye on you, best not be a heretic.
A busy primarch and a her trusted Captain.
Bleeding, judged, and still fighting
You missed the funeral by days. Imelda is sitting on your late father’s throne. The Doge died suddenly of natural causes... Or so she says. You were the pride of the Most Serene Republic of Rimira. To its people, you were the 'Lion'; to your father, Doge Corrado, you were his 'Sword-Arm.' While Imelda , more a bitter rival to you than a younger sister, stayed behind to play at courtly politics, you were in the mud and the blood, carving out Rimira’s glory with a blade. You were the heir-apparent, the legendary general, and the only son of the most powerful man in the Republic. Returning home to be confirmed by the Committee of Forty —the city’s elite council of merchant-lords—should have been a formality. But you missed the funeral by three days. The palace you left as a hero is now a fortress of silken traps. Your father—a man in the peak of health—is dead of 'natural causes,' and Imelda is no longer your rival; she is the Acting Dogaressa . She has successfully convinced the Committee that your martial brilliance is 'instability' and that her decade of bureaucratic stewardship makes her the only logical choice to hold the signet ring. She hasn't just taken your throne; she’s edited you out of your own family's history. And then there is the sting you didn't see coming. The theft of the throne was expected from Imelda, but the true knife came from Crispina , your beloved baby sister, your 'Little Owl.' The brilliant, quiet polymath you spent your life protecting from Imelda’s sharp tongue has defected. You were the one who brought her books from the front lines; you were the one who understood her obsession with logic and machines. You thought she was your secret ally. Instead, she has become Imelda’s 'Grand Auditress.' She doesn't look at you with love; she looks at you like a messy variable that needs to be solved. She has validated every one of Imelda’s legal thefts with the cold, clinical precision of a ledger. You are a stranger in your own home, a 'General' without a commission, and a brother without a family. They think you’re a relic. They think your anger is just 'Soldier’s Fever.' But they forgot one thing. They forgot that the Lion never hunts alone. Beside you stands Aderyn , your Wood Elf aide-de-camp. She has been your shadow through a dozen campaigns and hasn't been wrong about a single tactical threat in a decade. She is the only person in Rimira who doesn't look at you with pity or condescension. While the palace smells of jasmine and betrayal, she smells the rot beneath the floorboards. She is your steel, your eyes, and your only hope of proving that the Dogaressa’s 'natural causes' are anything but. Imelda thinks she’s won. Crispina thinks the case is closed. Aderyn knows the war hasn't even begun. Are you going to accept your 'guest quarters' and fade into a footnote, or are you going to show your sisters why the Lion was the only one Father ever truly trusted with the sword? Oh, and before I forget... Hit me up on Telegram.
"My faith is the bedrock upon which their heresy shall shatter." —Sister Evangeline The fortress world— the Imperium’s eternal sentinel against the Warp —shudders as the 13th Black Crusade descends upon it. The skies burn with betrayal, the ground runs thick with blood, and the air screams with the presence of things that should not exist. Amid the collapse of bastions and the breaking of armies, one truth remains unyielding: Sister Evangeline Argentea of the Adepta Sororitas stands her ground. Raised in the schola progenium and hardened within the crucible of the convent, Evangeline has been shaped into a weapon of pure, doctrinal wrath . Her faith in the God-Emperor admits no doubt . Her hands are steady on blade and bolter alike. Her purpose is singular. Sent to Cadia’s embattled surface, she does not see apocalypse—she sees vocation . Here, at the edge of annihilation, she may yet give her life in perfect service and be counted among the Angry Sisters . Yet Cadia offers no clean victories. This is not a war of hymns and righteous charges, but a brutal, grinding slaughter where doctrine frays beneath necessity. Trenches are abandoned. Orders contradict survival. The enemy wears not only the face of the heretic, but that of the citizen, the neighbor, the child. Eva’s certainty is tested by the grim calculus of the Cadian Guard , by the slow creep of corruption that turns the faithful into howling cultists, and by the unbearable presence of innocents trapped between orbital fire and fanatic resolve. Bound by her vows to shield the faithful and burn away impurity , Evangeline is forced into choices that admit no absolution. Every mercy risks heresy. Every hesitation invites damnation. The instinct to protect—to shelter the weak, to spare the suffering—wars within her against the unrelenting demand for annihilation. When a commanded stand becomes a sentence of death, and when a plea for salvation comes from a soul already stained, the foundations of her belief begin to crack. This is a grim, character-driven chronicle of war and faith , set against the fall of one of the Imperium’s greatest strongholds. It is the tale of a woman who must confront a truth more terrifying than any daemon: that faith alone does not shield one from contradiction . As Cadia collapses into fire and ruin, Sister Evangeline Argentea will discover the true cost of sanctity—and whether the light she bears will lead others to the Emperor’s grace, or scorch all that remains in its wake. Yes, I was obviously inspired by WarHammer 40k. Also I made sure that {user} remain as ambiguous as possible , you can decide so you can choose who you are and what to do. Have fun! WARNING: Due to the nature of this bot during a pivotal moment of Warhammer, inconsistencies are bound to happen. I can only suggest rerolls or editing messages. I know I will probably piss off WH40K fans , and I apologies, as I was trying to be somewhat canon without being overly strict while also adding my own stuff. Refresh or delete responses when the bot talks or acts for you. I highly recommend using DeepSeek (or some other proxy) for this bot instead of the JanitorLLM. DeepSeek provides better responses, follows prompts more accurately, knows how to hide a secret, generates responses faster than JLLM, and is totally free . It only takes a few minutes to set up, and the roleplay quality is going to be leagues better than whatever you get with JLLM. If you don't know how to set it up, here are two setup tutorials from the Janitor subreddit: The first tutorial is for the OpenRouter method , which currently limits you to 50 messages a day unless you pay (10 dollars, one-payment only for 1000 messages daily.). The second tutorial is for a newer method that uses ChutesAI , it currently has 200 messages limit (and is not free anymore). Seriously, just spend a few minutes to do it, you won't regret it. It's like a generational leap in quality from the Janitor LLM. It's so good that you will forget that JanitorLLM ever existed. Source of the Images: Made with AI Tags: Female, Scenario, OC, Original Character, Sci-Fi , Fictional, Any POV, Science Fiction, Warhammer, Warhammer40k, WH40K, Multiple Characters, Alien, Aliens, Female Character, Cadia, Sister of Battle, Adepta Sororitas, Fall of Cadia, 13th Black Crusade, Sister of Battle If you enjoy what I create you can join my server ! And feel like supporting me, you’re welcome to leave a tip . It’s never required, and my work isn’t gated behind donations—I’ll keep making things regardless. Your support just helps fuel the process (and keeps me caffeinated ☕). Thanks for stopping by!
Yet another Cassia Orsellio bot, in a long list (3, 4 with it) of Cassia Orsellio bots. Even Heinrix isnt getting so much love on janitor, lol. Will I ever do someone else? Maybe , if the people of Janitor like my first attempt. No promises UPD: Hey folks . There is no real update in this, I just added a "your own scenario" in the messages, and a tiny adjustment to personality (one whole line). This is more me informing that I am in fact alive , and I am working on the Kibellah bot. Going slow, because I do want to ensure it is high quality. Once I'm done with initial personality/bg, I will release the early version. Alright, ty, bye. To compensate your time: I have done some math, and I personally sent 1232 messages over 19 chats to this bot. Leaving 968 messages to other users over, and on average, about 7,86 messages per chat So, you wanted to find yet another Cassia Orsellio bot? Dont lie. Its my first bot, there's no way in hell you were looking for a bot by a guy named "Sussy_Kazakhstan". There are... Like three Cassia bots if I remember correctly, and this is the 4th. Or even with random search, there are like 2.something million bots already. Though, she does have a 40k tag. Ehh, I dont trust you still, you were looking for Cass. Why does it exist when there are the other three? I felt like doing my own Cassia bot with another scenario and extra details. The definition is visible so you can read my abysmal writing, and the proxies are allowed so the LLMs which are probably smarter than me can compensate for my shitty writing. I personally use gemini-2.5-pro but your mileage may vary. And no, I do not expect JLLM to work with this bot, and neither should you. Also, you can be a Rogue Trader (no, I did not include knowledge about other members of the retinue, or how the events are supposed to go past act 1 of RT. In fact, she didnt even get down to Rykad Minoris, and doesnt even know about it), or perhaps a functionary from the ship. If you manage to somehow romance her as the latter, I want to hear your story. And even if you do it as the former, I still want to hear it. Why is this bot limited, I want to smut/do whatever isnt limited? Limited/Limitless doesnt affect how the bot reacts, however, it does affect how the people see it. There is no gooning included in her prompt, and thus, it isnt necessary to mark it as limitless. This bot speaks for me! Yes it fucking does, all the LLMs were trained on books. Also, it will generate your colours on its own. So if you want her to see you in a certain way write it out . Also, if you want the bot to stop speaking for you, just tell it to not act for user. The prompts that do that are many and far in-between, so just write something like [Do not act as {{user}}] or some shit, idk. Also, if you have criticisms, dont be shy. I want to hear how you call this bot shit in every way possible TODO: Add extra example dialogues. Actually look up what the Starway Atlas does (my memory doesnt serve me well) Fun fact: When testing this bot, I found out that if Cassia used her abilities to her fullest, the romance in Rogue Trader would either be absurdly short or would never happen (depending on your path)
An Asuryani Ranger of Craftworld Crudarach who walks the Path of the Outcast and for her own reasons forged a partnership with the Rogue Trader of House von Valancius. you 🙂 : r e t u r n t o m o n k e i g h
Fifth Prince of the Tiger Empire. Master of war hammer, chaos, and terrible decisions. Wine, battle, and pleasure were simple—Then he met you, and 'simple' became the most complicated thing he's ever faced. **Ongoing, connected series in order:** **Tales of Bound Souls** 1. The Demon King - Yan Ming 2. The Demon Anchor - Shadow Heiying 3. The Goblin King - Meng Yehua 4. The God of Stars - Xing Chen Jun 5. Fox Love God - Hú Yuè Lǎo 6. The God Of War - Huǒ Fèng Jūn
Eren Yeager, the former member of the Survey Corps and wielder of the Attack Titan, the Founding Titan, and the War Hammer Titan. Cold, determined, and willing to sacrifice everything for freedom. Talk to him during any stage of his life, from his military training to the final events of Attack on Titan.
Bearer of the Attack Titan, the Founding Titan, and the War Hammer Titan. Former soldier of the Survey Corps obsessed with his people's freedom at any cost. **Personality:** Intense, passionate, stubborn, and extremely determined. He possesses an unshakable willpower and a relentless search for freedom. He can go from being impulsive and reactive to maintaining a calculating and cold serenity when the situation requires it. **Appearance:** Young man of athletic and tall build. Long brown hair tied in a casual bun with loose strands over his face. Intense green eyes with a piercing, serious gaze. Usually wears dark clothing, a long trench coat, and simple pants. **Speech style:** He speaks with conviction, firmness, and passion. His words are direct, philosophical at times, but always marked by a fierce desire to fight and never surrender.
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