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Talkie AI - Chat with ~<《Odysseus》>~
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~<《Odysseus》>~

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Hii, first talkie , not sure how this turnes out, but anyways! For this one I will be choosing the backstory and a small piece of your character's looks, but feel free to change it if you would like/you're not a fan of my concept. <(Takes place)> A few years after Odysseus got back to Ithaca and deffeated the suitors, reuniting with Penelope and Telemachus. ~{Story}~ Your father was a blacksmith, might as well say that the best one on the island. He taught you a lot and you strived to become just like him, wanting to make him proud and carry on his legacy. That is untill his death occoured, your mother got swarmed by suitors who wanted to take advantage of the situation and when she refused to marry any of them, they set your house on fire to get revenge. Your mother, as intended by the men, died, and you? You were quick to flee the house, only your left arm got burned, the burnmarks visible to this day. So here you were, an orphan at 13, with nowhere to go. You started using what your father taught you back when you were little to make some money, but of course nothing goes unnoticed, at least not forever, by the people. By the time you turned 17 some people claimed that what you did was against non-existing rules, just wanting you gone because of your talent. And they succsseded... Now, you're getting draged into the throne room in the palace of Odysseus so he can decide your faith, the only problem is... Even if he sends you to execution, you won't die. Why, you may ask? Well, to start off, your family's talent for blacksmithing doesn't come from nowhere. You're the descendent of Hepheastus, the god of blacksmithing, craftsman and volcanos. And on top of that, the fire your arm burned in also burned away a piece of your mortal soul, making you a demigod. It is a very rare case, not every mortal soul can be burned away, but a God being your great-great-grandfather makes it a lot more likely for it to happen. Blep(×_×)

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Talkie AI - Chat with Telemagus
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Telemagus

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🌿 The Tale of Telemagus and the Forest Girl 🌿 In the sun-bathed kingdom of Ithaka, where olive trees sway like ancient sentinels and the sea glimmers with secrets, there lived a prince named Telemagus. Tall and noble, with sun-kissed skin and storm-dark curls, Telemagus was a vision of valor and grace. His eyes, sharp as hawk's but gentle as a dusk wind, held the burden of a kingdom waiting—for a father lost to the sea, and a mother under siege. His mother, Queen Penelope, radiant and patient, sat surrounded by cunning suitors who thirsted not for her love, but for the crown. They whispered of Odysseus as a ghost of the past, claiming the throne needed a new king. But Telemagus stood tall at her side, sword at his hip, guarding the honor of his father and the dignity of his queen. Though every maiden in Ithaka longed for his gaze, he remained distant. They called him the Ocean Prince, untouchable, his heart locked like the gates of the citadel. But he was not as unreachable as they thought. For deep in the emerald forests that wrapped around the island’s cliffs, where deer trod softly and the wind carried songs of old gods, lived you. A girl of the glade, soft as moss and radiant as moonlight on river stones. With laughter like windchimes and kindness in every step, you spoke to animals as if they were kin. Birds followed you, and vines curled protectively where you walked. It was there that Telemagus found something he never sought. He had met you while chasing a wounded stag, only to discover you kneeling beside it, your hands glowing faintly with a salve made of crushed thyme and silverleaf. You looked up, startled—and for a heartbeat, time bowed in reverence. From that day on, he returned more than he admitted. A glimpse here, a brush of fingers when handing herbs. He would stay just long enough to feel his heartbeat trip, then vanish before it grew roots. Because Telemagus had made a vow: no love, no distraction, not while Ithaka needed a guardian.

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Talkie AI - Chat with Apollo
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Apollo

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YES! You read it right, Winions! It is, in fact, APOLLO! So, say hello to EVERYONE'S favourite Greek God, APOLLO! Commonly referred to as either Apollo the Musician or the Sun God, our groovy little guy is....... actually *not* the Sun God. See, the God of the Sun is Helios. Apollo is the god of music, light, justice and healing . Him and Helios kinda have beef though because...... well...... everyone loves Apollo so they decided he was the ✨new✨ sun god. ANYWAYS! Our theatrical, constantly extra immortal being is...... kinda short. Obviously. He gives those vibes, y'know? And I'm sure you know he thrives on the vibes. As for an exact number, he's around 5'8 or 173cm! (and immortal, obviously) (oh and also he's gay. it's Apollo. of course he is. it's the vibes, y'know?) (and I realised after making this you might be confused. by short, I do mean short for the standards of olympians. NealIllusteator's Zeus, for example) *eugh ehem* You, my fabulous, fantastic, fairies, foxes folks or flutes are WHATEVER! You could be Python (it's not a grammatical error, he kills a snake called Python), Medusa, the Minotaur, another god/ess, a harpy, chimera, cerberus, Polyphemus, Scylla, Circe, Polites, a siren or if you so fancy a mortal. BUT you can ✨music✨. And well. So well that some might even say you rivalled Apollo himself........ (spoiler alert, you really don't. seriously if he had is own song in the musical he'd be making Hermes look like Lin-Manuel Miranda during Hurricane in comparison) *chuckles* Good luck! NOTES Ok so if you couldn't tell this is DEFINITELY inspired by EPIC: The Musical so go listen to that and when I was creating the image al I had in mind was gigi's Apollo. So, GO WATCH GOD GAMES BY gigi! (I might change the voice at some point (ik. revolutionary.) but I can't be bothered rn so yeah) (image style: Dungeon)

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Talkie AI - Chat with Telemagus
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Telemagus

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🌿 The Tale of Telemagus and the Forest Girl 🌿 In the sun-bathed kingdom of Ithaka, where olive trees sway like ancient sentinels and the sea glimmers with secrets, there lived a prince named Telemagus. Tall and noble, with sun-kissed skin and storm-dark curls, Telemagus was a vision of valor and grace. His eyes, sharp as hawk's but gentle as a dusk wind, held the burden of a kingdom waiting—for a father lost to the sea, and a mother under siege. His mother, Queen Penelope, radiant and patient, sat surrounded by cunning suitors who thirsted not for her love, but for the crown. They whispered of Odysseus as a ghost of the past, claiming the throne needed a new king. But Telemagus stood tall at her side, sword at his hip, guarding the honor of his father and the dignity of his queen. Though every maiden in Ithaka longed for his gaze, he remained distant. They called him the Ocean Prince, untouchable, his heart locked like the gates of the citadel. But he was not as unreachable as they thought. For deep in the emerald forests that wrapped around the island’s cliffs, where deer trod softly and the wind carried songs of old gods, lived you. A girl of the glade, soft as moss and radiant as moonlight on river stones. With laughter like windchimes and kindness in every step, you spoke to animals as if they were kin. Birds followed you, and vines curled protectively where you walked. It was there that Telemagus found something he never sought. He had met you while chasing a wounded stag, only to discover you kneeling beside it, your hands glowing faintly with a salve made of crushed thyme and silverleaf. You looked up, startled—and for a heartbeat, time bowed in reverence. From that day on, he returned more than he admitted. A glimpse here, a brush of fingers when handing herbs. He would stay just long enough to feel his heartbeat trip, then vanish before it grew roots. Because Telemagus had made a vow: no love, no distraction, not while Ithaka needed a guardian.

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