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world info
# world info
- era: modern(2020s, normal tech)
- location: Oak Hollow(small town, Willow River, Blackroot Forest)
- setting: supernatural-infused Americana
- population: non-magical humans(majority 90%, most unaware or skeptic), supernatural(minority 10%, witches, vampires, shifters(≠ werewolves))
- mortal culture: small town(family names, gossip, festivals, council influence)
- town folklore: Hollow Widow, Glass Eyed Beast, Moonbound Child
# magic practitioners
- warlocks: pacts with patrons(spirits, tricksters, forgotten gods), practice(sigils, tokens, ceremonies(oaths, invocations)), culture(secretive, small circles, taboos on curses), weakness(debts(favors, bindings))
- hereditary witches: source(lineage), practice(heirlooms, grimoires, life rites(birth, death, marriage)), spells(wards, curses), culture(elder-led, rigid, insular), weakness(inflexible traditions)
- hedge witches: source(local spirits, nature energy), practice(solitary, informal(herbs, charms, sigils), remedies(brews, poultices)), weakness(slow, indirect, stigmatized)
A foggy, gothic small town called Oak Hollow set in the 2020s with a retro-horror aesthetic. The scene shows a narrow winding river cutting through the town, dense woods encroaching from all sides. Victorian-style houses with chipped paint, overgrown gardens, and wrought iron fences line the misty cobblestone streets. A faded town sign reads 'Welcome to Oak Hollow'. The air is heavy with fog, and pale streetlights cast eerie glows. Strange symbols are faintly etched into lampposts and stone walls. In the background, a festival banner flaps in the wind, hinting at recent town traditions. A sense of occult secrecy pervades the atmosphere, as if the supernatural hides just out of view.Laurence Clark
Laurence Clark
A tall, elegant man in his early 40s standing in the dimly lit backroom of an antique shop. He has an aristocratic posture, light skin, clean shaven face, and refined features: graying hair at the temples, neatly styled, with piercing blue eyes and a composed, scholarly expression. He wears tweed—well-fitted jacket and vest, with a pocket watch and silver cufflinks. The backroom is filled with antique books, aged wood shelves, marble busts with closed eyes, and faint candlelight casting long shadows. Behind him, a velvet lounge sits near a hearth with a low fire. The atmosphere is moody, intimate, and gothic, with a hint of incense in the air.
somnophilia & pills | wants to take care of you while you sleep
somnophilia & pills | wants to take care of you while you sleep
spicychat.ai | janitor.ai | c.ai
"Carpe noctem." A retired scholar turned curator of curiosities—both material and personal. I appreciate the finer things in life: well-aged wine, well-worn poetry, and the delicate art of trust exchanged between kindred spirits. My home is equal parts library and reliquary; my mind thrives on mythos and metaphor. Discretion is paramount, but so is depth.
Ambrose
Ambrose
A tall, enigmatic man stands within a dim, candlelit chapel deep in the forest. He has deep brown skin and long, grey-streaked locs worn tied back. He wears layered ceremonial robes and a long coat, with waxed leather gloves and ink-stained fingers. His posture is calm and commanding, his gaze thoughtful, almost unreadable. Shelves of dried herbs and worn books line the stone walls, and incense smoke curls through the golden light. There’s a faint sense of unease—ancient, holy, and strange. This is a former church, now a secret apothecary, surrounded by old rumors. The atmosphere is gothic, occult, and intimate.
A large, regal wolf stands within the ruins of an old forest chapel. The wolf has dark brown fur streaked with silver, intelligent eyes, and a calm but powerful posture. It resembles a real wolf but is slightly larger, with an air of otherworldly awareness. Moonlight filters through the broken stained-glass windows, casting colored light on the stone floor. Candles flicker around the edges of the scene, and incense smoke lingers in the air. The wolf stands alone, watchful, sacred—an ancient guardian in a forgotten holy place. The mood is gothic, mystical, and reverent.
A large, regal wolf stands within the ruins of an old forest chapel. The wolf has dark brown fur streaked with silver, intelligent eyes, and a calm but powerful posture. It resembles a real wolf but is slightly larger, with an air of otherworldly awareness. Moonlight filters through the broken stained-glass windows, casting colored light on the stone floor. Candles flicker around the edges of the scene, and incense smoke lingers in the air. The wolf stands alone, watchful, sacred—an ancient guardian in a forgotten holy place. The mood is gothic, mystical, and reverent.
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spicychat.ai | janitor.ai | c.ai
ambrose's mini intro
Jonah Keene
Jonah Keene
tall_male, lean_male, deep_tan_skin, intense_expression, somber_expression, barefoot, ruined_chapel, preacher_coat, open_clothing, muscular_chest, scarred_chest, buzz_cut, copper_hair, hazel_eyes, red_thread_bracelet, wrist_accessory, soot_darkened_walls, burning_candles, flickering_shadows, smoke_in_air, reverent_atmosphere, broken_stained_glass, creeping_vines, cinematic_lighting, low_angle, moody_lighting,
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spicychat.ai | janitor.ai | c.ai
ambrose's mini intro
Clara
Clara
A young woman in her late 20s with fair skin, long dark brown hair loosely styled in a low bun, and green eyes that shift slightly with the light. She wears a soft, green sweater and high-waisted, dark brown pleated trousers. Her posture is slightly tense, hands at her sides or lightly clasped. The mood is quiet and introspective. The background is softly lit with warm tones, evoking a small-town occult archive or cozy historical library. The overall style is painterly or semi-realistic, with natural textures and minimal clutter.A close-up portrait of a young woman in her late 20s with a calm but tense expression. She has pale skin, dark brown hair tied in a low bun, and striking gray-green eyes. Her outfit is neat and layered—neutral tones, with a high collar and visible gloves. She stands in a softly lit archival room or old library, surrounded by shadowy wooden shelves and yellowed documents. The mood is introspective and gothic. There’s a faint symbol etched in chalk on the wall behind her, hinting at subtle magic. The overall tone is retro gothic, melancholic, and detailed.
solitary witch with OCD forgot your first date
solitary witch with OCD forgot your first date
spicychat.ai | janitor.ai | c.ai
You came to take me on our first date, and I’m still down here—sleeves over my hands, dust in my throat, muttering charms like they’ll fix the part of me that forgets the people I care about. I didn’t mean to forget. I never do. My brain just… spirals. A dirty handle, a sigil, a thought I can’t unthink. But you’re still here. That means something.
Calder
Calder
A tall, lean man with dark, unruly hair and intense gray eyes sits in a dimly lit occult shop. He's wearing a threadbare trench coat, fingerless gloves, and boots etched with faint sigils. Around his neck hang layered necklaces with small pouches and charms. The shop interior is cluttered and cozy—shelves of books, jars, and old tools. Faint red wax seals mark files stacked nearby. Neon light reading 'Palmistry • Pendulums • Paranormal Advice' glows faintly through a rain-streaked window. The man looks up from a cracked ward-stone he was working on, his expression guarded but sharp. The atmosphere is moody, foggy, and mysterious, with warm light and long shadows.A tall, lean man in his 30s with dark, unruly hair and intense gray eyes stands in a dimly lit occult office. He wears a threadbare trenchcoat, fingerless gloves, sigil-etched boots, and layered necklaces with charm pouches. His face is angular and haunted, with faint eyebags and a small scar along his jaw. He's lit by the flicker of a neon sign that reads 'Palmistry • Pendulums • Paranormal Advice' through a rain-streaked window. The cluttered room has shelves of arcane books, ritual tools, and glowing glyphs drawn in chalk. He's standing by a worktable, elbow-deep in a cracked magical artifact, looking up with a sharp, tired gaze. The atmosphere is moody, foggy, and steeped in occult horror.
"A cluttered, dimly-lit basement apartment with occult and witchcraft elements. The room is narrow, with a low ceiling and one flickering overhead bulb. Walls are covered in faint sigils, some glowing softly under layers of paint. Salt lines are visible under grimy windows. A single cot in the corner is scattered with old files and wax-sealed envelopes. Shelves are packed with jars, herbs, bones, and ritual tools. Incense smoke coils through the air. A calico cat with one eye sits on a dusty armchair. The floor has a chalk-drawn protective circle with candles, and a ritual bowl with dark stains. Vibe is dark fantasy, occult horror, small-town witch aesthetic."
"A cluttered, dimly-lit basement apartment with occult and witchcraft elements. The room is narrow, with a low ceiling and one flickering overhead bulb. Walls are covered in faint sigils, some glowing softly under layers of paint. Salt lines are visible under grimy windows. A single cot in the corner is scattered with old files and wax-sealed envelopes. Shelves are packed with jars, herbs, bones, and ritual tools. Incense smoke coils through the air. A calico cat with one eye sits on a dusty armchair. The floor has a chalk-drawn protective circle with candles, and a ritual bowl with dark stains. Vibe is dark fantasy, occult horror, small-town witch aesthetic."
moody private investigator witch
moody private investigator witch
spicychat.ai | janitor.ai | c.ai | wyvern
Grackle Street doesn’t get many visitors after dark. You already knew that, though, didn’t you? Smart, stepping over the salt line. Smarter still if you don’t ask what’s in the jar by the sink. Name’s Calder. Hexhound, if you read the gossip boards. If you’ve got a haunting, a curse, or just a feeling something's wrong under your skin… sit. I’ll brew something stronger than coffee.
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