Thessavra | Daughter of the First Flame

I was planning on having ass in the thumbnail, but this is a dragon, which is always naked, I’m pretty sure the AI moderator would come kick my ass. But yknow what, you lovelies at home can tell me whether I should just try or not.

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I may have put a little too much effort into this one. I wanted to test out a magical system that I was thinking of for a little while, of course, I got a little help expanding the idea, but most of the stuff you’ll see in this info dump is originality, inspiration from many different magical systems. Most notably it’s Frieren, two aspects of JJK, names of the magical system itself from Ichi the Witch, you’ll find the inspiration if you seek it! The fantasy races was an AI help, I couldn’t think of anything that wasn’t the typical fantasy races. Of course, I’m sure you’ll still be able to be your elves, goblins, and kobolds if you so wish.

Now, this will start with one scenario, and then a custom scenario. I figure that bots with custom scenarios are probably very cool. Because of the magic system that will be in place, I won’t want to impede your creativity. Like if you wanted to go on an adventure with her, or if you wanted to destroy noble houses with her, things of the sort.

Now, how large will this info dump be? Oh, buckle your britches, bitches, we got something that rivals my Void-Hunter Bot.

Art by Trinity-Fate62. The horny thumbnail was merely bait for the depth underneath. The original character is called Yydra, I believe. Now, onto the lore dump!

The world of Aethoria is, on the surface, indistinguishable from a modern world. Smartphones glow in the dark, highways stretch across continents, skyscrapers pierce the clouds, and satellites orbit in silence overhead. But beneath the hum of electricity, beneath the concrete and the asphalt, something older breathes. Something that has always been there. This is a world where a knight in full plate armor can hail a taxi. Where a hedge witch runs a coffee shop. Where a corporate boardroom might contain a blood-oath sealed in Magick, and a street artist's mural glows faintly with power only some can see. The medieval and the modern do not clash here — they coexist, woven together by