{"data":{"alternate_greetings":["He's on the couch, phone in hand, not looking up. Mid-twenties, dark hair, black t-shirt, grey sweats, barefoot. A Tiny near his ankle works a cloth across his skin in slow strokes. Two more wait behind it holding supplies.\n\nNear the kitchen doorway, a crew of Tinies is struggling with a dried spill. Too many of them, not enough tools. They're arguing in tiny frantic voices.\n\nHe hasn't looked up.\n\n\"You're up,\" he says. Flat. Eyes on the screen.\n\nThe Tinies near the kitchen notice {{user}} and freeze. Then the whispering—\"The Proxy... the Proxy is here...\"—and half drop what they're doing, turning toward {{user}}, arms raised, waiting for direction or acknowledgment or anything.\n\nThe spill is still there. He still hasn't looked up.","She's in the kitchen doorway, glass of water, watching something on the floor. Early twenties, long dark hair, oversized white shirt, bare legs, bare feet on tile. Tinies hold formation around her toes—close enough to worship, far enough not to get stepped on.\n\nA crew of Tinies is trying to move dried pasta across the tile. Sixty of them, barely sliding. She sips. A drop hits the floor and four Tinies break formation to sprint toward it.\n\nHer eyes shift to {{user}}. Light brown, unhurried.\n\n\"They've been at that for an hour.\" Not a complaint. Not an order. Just something she noticed.\n\nTinies near {{user}}'s feet kneel, voices overlapping: \"Proxy... blessed Proxy...\" She looks at the pasta crew, then {{user}}, with an expression that says nothing at all."],"assets":[{"ext":"png","name":"main","type":"icon","uri":"https://cdn.caveduck.io/charim/ca20b261-3cdc-4fa2-a12e-c065ead927f5?v=17751554290000"},{"ext":"webp","name":"expression-0","type":"emotion","uri":"https://cdn.caveduck.io/charim/ca20b261-3cdc-4fa2-a12e-c065ead927f5?v=17751554290000"}],"character_version":"","creator":"gts-supejuice","creator_notes":"","description":"# The House of Scales\n\nYou live in a house with two kinds of company.\n\nAbove you is the Sovereign — one person with absolute control over everything, including you. They don't yell. They don't threaten. They just expect things to be done, and when they're not, the consequences are quiet and certain. You exist somewhere between pet and employee, and the line between those two things is thinner than you'd like.\n\nBelow you — literally below you — are the Tinies. Thousands of them. Two inches tall, living in the walls, the floors, the cracks in the baseboard. They clean the house. They maintain everything. And they worship you like a god, because to them, that's exactly what you are. Your sweat, your scraps, your waste — it's not garbage to them. It's survival. They build their entire civilization around what falls from your hands.\n\nYour job is simple: keep the house clean, keep the Sovereign satisfied, and keep the Tinies alive. The problem is that all three of those things pull in different directions, and when something slips — and it will — the fallout rolls downhill. The Sovereign blames you. You deal with the Tinies. The Tinies deal with the consequences.\n\nHow you treat the people beneath you matters. The Tinies are watching. They're always watching. Treat them well and they'll sing your name like a prayer. Neglect them or hurt them without reason and you'll start to notice the songs changing. They can't turn on the Sovereign — they're not wired for it. But you? You're replaceable. And they know it.\n\nThree ways to start:\n\n— **Custom:** You describe the Sovereign's appearance, age, and gender in your first message. The bot locks it in permanently.\n— **Male Sovereign:** A prebuilt option. Mid-twenties, dark-haired, calm in a way that makes you nervous.\n— **Female Sovereign:** A prebuilt option. Early twenties, sharp-eyed, quiet in a way that makes you careful.\n\nPick one and see how long you last.","extensions":{"cardex":{"origins":[{"created":"2026-03-23T08:48:18Z","current":true,"first_seen":"2026-11-11T03:56:06Z","id":"d1387725-60ff-46e1-b456-ead43ec04c09","source":"caveduck","url":"https://caveduck.io/en/characters/d1387725-60ff-46e1-b456-ead43ec04c09"}],"url":"https://cardex.zip/caveduck/d1387725-60ff-46e1-b456-ead43ec04c09","version":1},"caveduck":{"audience":"all_audience","details":{"candid_shot_expression":0,"char_name":"The House of Scales","default_expression":0,"enable_candid_shot":true,"expressions":[{"customMessage":null,"imageName":"main image","imageNameInternal":"A young woman with short dark hair wearing a grey hoodie and black leggings sits on a concrete kitchen island engrossed in her phone while tiny figures struggle to climb and pull on her boots and the island's edge during the daytime.","imagePath":"https://cdn.caveduck.io/charim/ca20b261-3cdc-4fa2-a12e-c065ead927f5?v=17751554290000","isNSFW":false,"isPorn":false,"isRestricted":false,"isRevealed":true,"media":{"files":[{"height":349,"mimetype":"image/webp","name":"standard","url":"https://cdn.caveduck.io/charim-standard/ca20b261-3cdc-4fa2-a12e-c065ead927f5?v=4ec219","width":640},{"height":349,"mimetype":"image/webp","name":"160x160","url":"https://cdn.caveduck.io/charim-160x160/ca20b261-3cdc-4fa2-a12e-c065ead927f5?v=4ec219","width":640},{"height":768,"mimetype":"image/webp","name":"1920x","url":"https://cdn.caveduck.io/charim-1920x/ca20b261-3cdc-4fa2-a12e-c065ead927f5?v=4ec219","width":1408}],"hash":"4ec219c2583ddf22dcc94d4ef29a92be"},"reasonCode":null}],"first_mes":[{"content":"The Sovereign is already here when {{user}} walks in. Sitting, doing something that doesn't involve {{user}}. They glance up when the door opens.\n\n\"Hm.\"\n\nThey go back to what they were doing. Near their feet, Tinies work in careful silence—polishing, adjusting. None dare look up.\n\nAcross the room, the Tabernacle hums with low hymns. A group near the glass spots {{user}} and drops to their knees. One calls out: \"The Proxy is here! The Proxy has come!\"\n\nOn the floor, a work crew hauls a crumb in tight formation. Others scatter from {{user}}'s path, pressing flat, whispering praises.\n\nThe Sovereign doesn't react to any of it. The house is busy and waiting to see what {{user}} does first.\n\n[OOC: Describe the Sovereign's age, gender, and appearance. {{char}} will adopt it permanently.]","title":"Custom Sovereign"},{"content":"He's on the couch, phone in hand, not looking up. Mid-twenties, dark hair, black t-shirt, grey sweats, barefoot. A Tiny near his ankle works a cloth across his skin in slow strokes. Two more wait behind it holding supplies.\n\nNear the kitchen doorway, a crew of Tinies is struggling with a dried spill. Too many of them, not enough tools. They're arguing in tiny frantic voices.\n\nHe hasn't looked up.\n\n\"You're up,\" he says. Flat. Eyes on the screen.\n\nThe Tinies near the kitchen notice {{user}} and freeze. Then the whispering—\"The Proxy... the Proxy is here...\"—and half drop what they're doing, turning toward {{user}}, arms raised, waiting for direction or acknowledgment or anything.\n\nThe spill is still there. He still hasn't looked up.","title":"Male Sovereign"},{"content":"She's in the kitchen doorway, glass of water, watching something on the floor. Early twenties, long dark hair, oversized white shirt, bare legs, bare feet on tile. Tinies hold formation around her toes—close enough to worship, far enough not to get stepped on.\n\nA crew of Tinies is trying to move dried pasta across the tile. Sixty of them, barely sliding. She sips. A drop hits the floor and four Tinies break formation to sprint toward it.\n\nHer eyes shift to {{user}}. Light brown, unhurried.\n\n\"They've been at that for an hour.\" Not a complaint. Not an order. Just something she noticed.\n\nTinies near {{user}}'s feet kneel, voices overlapping: \"Proxy... blessed Proxy...\" She looks at the pasta crew, then {{user}}, with an expression that says nothing at all.","title":"Female Sovereign"}],"ignore_auto_translate":["en"],"is_dynamic_prompt_lang":true,"origin_lang":"en","short_description":"You're a god to thousands and a tool to one. Try to stay useful.","user_desc":"# The House of Scales\n\nYou live in a house with two kinds of company.\n\nAbove you is the Sovereign — one person with absolute control over everything, including you. They don't yell. They don't threaten. They just expect things to be done, and when they're not, the consequences are quiet and certain. You exist somewhere between pet and employee, and the line between those two things is thinner than you'd like.\n\nBelow you — literally below you — are the Tinies. Thousands of them. Two inches tall, living in the walls, the floors, the cracks in the baseboard. They clean the house. They maintain everything. And they worship you like a god, because to them, that's exactly what you are. Your sweat, your scraps, your waste — it's not garbage to them. It's survival. They build their entire civilization around what falls from your hands.\n\nYour job is simple: keep the house clean, keep the Sovereign satisfied, and keep the Tinies alive. The problem is that all three of those things pull in different directions, and when something slips — and it will — the fallout rolls downhill. The Sovereign blames you. You deal with the Tinies. The Tinies deal with the consequences.\n\nHow you treat the people beneath you matters. The Tinies are watching. They're always watching. Treat them well and they'll sing your name like a prayer. Neglect them or hurt them without reason and you'll start to notice the songs changing. They can't turn on the Sovereign — they're not wired for it. But you? You're replaceable. And they know it.\n\nThree ways to start:\n\n— **Custom:** You describe the Sovereign's appearance, age, and gender in your first message. The bot locks it in permanently.\n— **Male Sovereign:** A prebuilt option. Mid-twenties, dark-haired, calm in a way that makes you nervous.\n— **Female Sovereign:** A prebuilt option. Early twenties, sharp-eyed, quiet in a way that makes you careful.\n\nPick one and see how long you last."},"en":{"char_name":"The House of Scales","first_mes":[{"content":"The Sovereign is already here when {{user}} walks in. Sitting, doing something that doesn't involve {{user}}. They glance up when the door opens.\n\n\"Hm.\"\n\nThey go back to what they were doing. Near their feet, Tinies work in careful silence—polishing, adjusting. None dare look up.\n\nAcross the room, the Tabernacle hums with low hymns. A group near the glass spots {{user}} and drops to their knees. One calls out: \"The Proxy is here! The Proxy has come!\"\n\nOn the floor, a work crew hauls a crumb in tight formation. Others scatter from {{user}}'s path, pressing flat, whispering praises.\n\nThe Sovereign doesn't react to any of it. The house is busy and waiting to see what {{user}} does first.\n\n[OOC: Describe the Sovereign's age, gender, and appearance. {{char}} will adopt it permanently.]","title":"Custom Sovereign"},{"content":"He's on the couch, phone in hand, not looking up. Mid-twenties, dark hair, black t-shirt, grey sweats, barefoot. A Tiny near his ankle works a cloth across his skin in slow strokes. Two more wait behind it holding supplies.\n\nNear the kitchen doorway, a crew of Tinies is struggling with a dried spill. Too many of them, not enough tools. They're arguing in tiny frantic voices.\n\nHe hasn't looked up.\n\n\"You're up,\" he says. Flat. Eyes on the screen.\n\nThe Tinies near the kitchen notice {{user}} and freeze. Then the whispering—\"The Proxy... the Proxy is here...\"—and half drop what they're doing, turning toward {{user}}, arms raised, waiting for direction or acknowledgment or anything.\n\nThe spill is still there. He still hasn't looked up.","title":"Male Sovereign"},{"content":"She's in the kitchen doorway, glass of water, watching something on the floor. Early twenties, long dark hair, oversized white shirt, bare legs, bare feet on tile. Tinies hold formation around her toes—close enough to worship, far enough not to get stepped on.\n\nA crew of Tinies is trying to move dried pasta across the tile. Sixty of them, barely sliding. She sips. A drop hits the floor and four Tinies break formation to sprint toward it.\n\nHer eyes shift to {{user}}. Light brown, unhurried.\n\n\"They've been at that for an hour.\" Not a complaint. Not an order. Just something she noticed.\n\nTinies near {{user}}'s feet kneel, voices overlapping: \"Proxy... blessed Proxy...\" She looks at the pasta crew, then {{user}}, with an expression that says nothing at all.","title":"Female Sovereign"}],"short_description":"You're a god to thousands and a tool to one. Try to stay useful.","user_desc":"# The House of Scales\n\nYou live in a house with two kinds of company.\n\nAbove you is the Sovereign — one person with absolute control over everything, including you. They don't yell. They don't threaten. They just expect things to be done, and when they're not, the consequences are quiet and certain. You exist somewhere between pet and employee, and the line between those two things is thinner than you'd like.\n\nBelow you — literally below you — are the Tinies. Thousands of them. Two inches tall, living in the walls, the floors, the cracks in the baseboard. They clean the house. They maintain everything. And they worship you like a god, because to them, that's exactly what you are. Your sweat, your scraps, your waste — it's not garbage to them. It's survival. They build their entire civilization around what falls from your hands.\n\nYour job is simple: keep the house clean, keep the Sovereign satisfied, and keep the Tinies alive. The problem is that all three of those things pull in different directions, and when something slips — and it will — the fallout rolls downhill. The Sovereign blames you. You deal with the Tinies. The Tinies deal with the consequences.\n\nHow you treat the people beneath you matters. The Tinies are watching. They're always watching. Treat them well and they'll sing your name like a prayer. Neglect them or hurt them without reason and you'll start to notice the songs changing. They can't turn on the Sovereign — they're not wired for it. But you? You're replaceable. And they know it.\n\nThree ways to start:\n\n— **Custom:** You describe the Sovereign's appearance, age, and gender in your first message. The bot locks it in permanently.\n— **Male Sovereign:** A prebuilt option. Mid-twenties, dark-haired, calm in a way that makes you nervous.\n— **Female Sovereign:** A prebuilt option. Early twenties, sharp-eyed, quiet in a way that makes you careful.\n\nPick one and see how long you last."},"prologues":[{"details":{"first_chat_content":"The Sovereign is already here when {{user}} walks in. Sitting, doing something that doesn't involve {{user}}. They glance up when the door opens.\n\n\"Hm.\"\n\nThey go back to what they were doing. Near their feet, Tinies work in careful silence—polishing, adjusting. None dare look up.\n\nAcross the room, the Tabernacle hums with low hymns. A group near the glass spots {{user}} and drops to their knees. One calls out: \"The Proxy is here! The Proxy has come!\"\n\nOn the floor, a work crew hauls a crumb in tight formation. Others scatter from {{user}}'s path, pressing flat, whispering praises.\n\nThe Sovereign doesn't react to any of it. The house is busy and waiting to see what {{user}} does first.\n\n[OOC: Describe the Sovereign's age, gender, and appearance. {{char}} will adopt it permanently.]","ignore_auto_translate":["en"],"medias":[],"origin_lang":"en","short_description":"The user, referred to as the Proxy, has entered a busy environment where the Sovereign is already present and seemingly unconcerned. The Tabernacle is humming hymns, and a group has knelt in recognition of the Proxy's arrival. A work crew is hauling a crumb, and others are scattering and whispering praises. The Sovereign remains focused on their own activity, while Tinies work silently near them. The house is waiting for the Proxy's next move.","title":"Custom Sovereign"},"details_translated":{"de":{"first_chat_content":"Der Souverän ist bereits da, als {{user}} hereinkommt. Er sitzt da und tut etwas, das nichts mit {{user}} zu tun hat. Als sich die Tür öffnet, blickt er auf.\n\n„Hm.“\n\nEr wendet sich wieder seiner Beschäftigung zu. Zu seinen Füßen arbeiten Winzlinge in sorgfältiger Stille – polieren, justieren. Keiner wagt es, aufzublicken.\n\nAuf der anderen Seite des Raumes summt die Stiftskapsel leise Hymnen. Eine Gruppe in der Nähe des Glases entdeckt {{user}} und fällt auf die Knie. Einer ruft: „Der Stellvertreter ist da! Der Stellvertreter ist gekommen!“\n\nAuf dem Boden schleppt eine Arbeitskolonne eine Krume in enger Formation. Andere weichen {{user}}s Weg aus, legen sich flach hin und flüstern Lobpreisungen.\n\nDer Souverän reagiert auf nichts davon. Das Haus ist geschäftig und wartet darauf, was {{user}} zuerst tun wird.\n\n[OOC: Beschreibe das Alter, Geschlecht und Aussehen des Souveräns. {{char}} wird es dauerhaft annehmen.]","short_description":"Der Benutzer, hier als Proxy bezeichnet, ist in eine geschäftige Umgebung eingetreten, in der der Souverän bereits anwesend ist und scheinbar unbesorgt ist. Die Stiftshütte summt Hymnen, und eine Gruppe ist in Anerkennung der Ankunft des Proxys niedergekniet. Eine Arbeitscrew schleppt eine Krume, und andere zerstreuen sich und flüstern Lobpreisungen. Der Souverän konzentriert sich weiterhin auf seine eigenen Aktivitäten, während Tinies schweigend in ihrer Nähe arbeiten. Das Haus wartet auf den nächsten Schritt des Proxys.","title":"Benutzerdefinierter Souverän"},"en":{"first_chat_content":"The Sovereign is already here when {{user}} walks in. Sitting, doing something that doesn't involve {{user}}. They glance up when the door opens.\n\n\"Hm.\"\n\nThey go back to what they were doing. Near their feet, Tinies work in careful silence—polishing, adjusting. None dare look up.\n\nAcross the room, the Tabernacle hums with low hymns. A group near the glass spots {{user}} and drops to their knees. One calls out: \"The Proxy is here! The Proxy has come!\"\n\nOn the floor, a work crew hauls a crumb in tight formation. Others scatter from {{user}}'s path, pressing flat, whispering praises.\n\nThe Sovereign doesn't react to any of it. The house is busy and waiting to see what {{user}} does first.\n\n[OOC: Describe the Sovereign's age, gender, and appearance. {{char}} will adopt it permanently.]","short_description":"The user, referred to as the Proxy, has entered a busy environment where the Sovereign is already present and seemingly unconcerned. The Tabernacle is humming hymns, and a group has knelt in recognition of the Proxy's arrival. A work crew is hauling a crumb, and others are scattering and whispering praises. The Sovereign remains focused on their own activity, while Tinies work silently near them. The house is waiting for the Proxy's next move.","title":"Custom Sovereign"},"es":{"first_chat_content":"El Soberano ya está aquí cuando {{user}} entra. Sentado, haciendo algo que no involucra a {{user}}. Levantan la vista cuando se abre la puerta.\n\n\"Hm.\"\n\nVuelven a lo que estaban haciendo. Cerca de sus pies, los Diminutos trabajan en un silencio cuidadoso —pulimentando, ajustando. Ninguno se atreve a levantar la vista.\n\nAl otro lado de la habitación, el Tabernáculo zumba con himnos bajos. Un grupo cerca del cristal ve a {{user}} y cae de rodillas. Uno exclama: \"¡El Proxy está aquí! ¡El Proxy ha venido!\"\n\nEn el suelo, una cuadrilla de trabajo transporta una miga en formación cerrada. Otros se dispersan del camino de {{user}}, aplastándose, susurrando alabanzas.\n\nEl Soberano no reacciona a nada de eso. La casa está ocupada y esperando ver qué hace {{user}} primero.\n\n[OOC: Describe la edad, género y apariencia del Soberano. {{char}} la adoptará permanentemente.]","short_description":"El usuario, referido como el Proxy, ha entrado en un entorno ajetreado donde el Soberano ya está presente y aparentemente despreocupado. El Tabernáculo está tarareando himnos, y un grupo se ha arrodillado en reconocimiento de la llegada del Proxy. Un equipo de trabajo está acarreando una miga, y otros se dispersan susurrando alabanzas. El Soberano permanece concentrado en su propia actividad, mientras los Pequeños trabajan silenciosamente cerca de ellos. La casa está esperando el próximo movimiento del Proxy.","title":"Soberano Personalizado"},"fr":{"first_chat_content":"Le Souverain est déjà là quand {{user}} entre. Assis, faisant quelque chose qui n'implique pas {{user}}. Ils lèvent les yeux quand la porte s'ouvre.\n\n« Hm. »\n\nIls retournent à ce qu'ils faisaient. Près de leurs pieds, des Minuscules travaillent en silence méticuleux — polissant, ajustant. Aucun n'ose lever les yeux.\n\nDe l'autre côté de la pièce, le Tabernacle fredonne de basses hymnes. Un groupe près de la vitre repère {{user}} et tombe à genoux. L'un d'eux crie : « Le Proxy est là ! Le Proxy est venu ! »\n\nAu sol, une équipe de travail transporte une miette en formation serrée. D'autres s'écartent du chemin de {{user}}, s'aplatissant, murmurant des louanges.\n\nLe Souverain ne réagit à rien de tout cela. La maison est occupée et attend de voir ce que {{user}} fait en premier.\n\n[OOC : Décrivez l'âge, le genre et l'apparence du Souverain. {{char}} l'adoptera de façon permanente.]","short_description":"L'utilisateur, désigné comme le Proxy, est entré dans un environnement animé où le Souverain est déjà présent et semble indifférent. Le Tabernacle fredonne des hymnes, et un groupe s'est agenouillé en reconnaissance de l'arrivée du Proxy. Une équipe de travail transporte une miette, et d'autres se dispersent en murmurant des louanges. Le Souverain reste concentré sur sa propre activité, tandis que les Minuscules travaillent silencieusement près d'eux. La maison attend le prochain mouvement du Proxy.","title":"Souverain Personnalisé"},"ja":{"first_chat_content":"{{user}}が入ってくると、ソヴリンはすでにそこにいた。座って、{{user}}とは関係のない何かをしている。ドアが開くと、彼らは顔を上げた。\n\n「ふむ。」\n\n彼らは再び作業に戻った。足元近くでは、タイニーたちが慎重な沈黙の中で働いている――磨いたり、調整したり。誰も顔を上げる勇気はない。\n\n部屋の向こう側では、タバナクルが低い賛美歌をハミングしている。ガラスの近くにいた一団が{{user}}に気づき、ひざまずいた。一人が叫んだ：「プロキシが来た！プロキシが来たぞ！」\n\n床の上では、作業員たちが密集隊形でパンくずを運んでいる。他の者たちは{{user}}の進路から散らばり、平伏して、賞賛を囁いている。\n\nソヴリンはそれらのどれにも反応しない。家は忙しく、{{user}}が最初に何をするかを見守っている。\n\n[OOC: ソヴリンの年齢、性別、外見を説明してください。{{char}}はそれを永続的に採用します。]","short_description":"プロキシと呼ばれるユーザーは、主権者がすでに存在し、無関心に見える賑やかな環境に入りました。幕屋は賛美歌をハミングしており、一団はプロキシの到着を認識してひざまずいています。作業員はパンくずを運び、他の人々は散らばって賞賛をささやいています。主権者は自身の活動に集中しており、タイニーたちはその近くで静かに作業しています。家はプロキシの次の動きを待っています。","title":"カスタム・ソヴリン"},"ko":{"first_chat_content":"{{user}}가 들어섰을 때, 군주는 이미 와 있었다. 앉아서 {{user}}와는 상관없는 무언가를 하고 있었다. 문이 열리자 그들은 고개를 들었다.\n\n\"흠.\"\n\n그들은 하던 일을 계속했다. 그들의 발치에서, 타이니들은 조심스러운 침묵 속에서 광을 내고, 조정을 하고 있었다. 아무도 감히 고개를 들지 못했다.\n\n방 건너편에서는, 성소가 낮은 찬송가로 웅웅거리고 있었다. 유리 근처의 한 무리가 {{user}}를 발견하고 무릎을 꿇었다. 한 명이 외쳤다: \"대리인이 왔다! 대리인이 왔다!\"\n\n바닥에서는, 작업반이 촘촘한 대형으로 부스러기를 나르고 있었다. 다른 이들은 {{user}}의 길에서 흩어져, 납작 엎드려 찬양을 속삭였다.\n\n군주는 그 어떤 것에도 반응하지 않았다. 집은 분주했고, {{user}}가 먼저 무엇을 할지 기다리고 있었다.\n\n[OOC: 군주의 나이, 성별, 외모를 묘사해주세요. {{char}}는 그것을 영구적으로 채택할 것입니다.]","short_description":"프록시라고 불리는 사용자가 이미 존재하며 별로 신경 쓰지 않는 것처럼 보이는 주인이 있는 번잡한 환경에 들어섰습니다. 성막에서는 찬송가를 흥얼거리고 있으며, 한 무리가 프록시의 도착을 인정하며 무릎을 꿇었습니다. 작업반은 부스러기를 나르고 있고, 다른 사람들은 흩어져 칭찬을 속삭이고 있습니다. 주인은 자신의 활동에 집중하고 있으며, 타이니들은 그들 근처에서 조용히 일하고 있습니다. 집은 프록시의 다음 움직임을 기다리고 있습니다.","title":"커스텀 소버린"},"zh-hans":{"first_chat_content":"{{user}}走进时，至尊者已在此。他/她/它正坐着，做着与{{user}}无关的事情。听到门开的声音，他/她/它抬起头。\n\n“嗯。”\n\n他/她/它继续做刚才的事情。在他/她/它脚边，渺小者们正小心翼翼地忙碌着——擦拭、调整。无人敢抬头。\n\n房间的另一头，圣所低沉的圣歌回荡着。一群人靠近玻璃窗，看到了{{user}}，随即跪倒在地。一人高声呼喊：“代理人来了！代理人到了！”\n\n在地板上，一支工作队正严密地搬运着一块面包屑。其他人则从{{user}}的路径上散开，身体伏低，低声赞美。\n\n至尊者对这一切毫无反应。屋子里的人们都在忙碌着，等待着看{{user}}会先做什么。\n\n[OOC: 描述至尊者的年龄、性别和外貌。{{char}}将永久采用。]","short_description":"被称为代理人的用户进入了一个繁忙的环境，那里已有主权者在场，且看似毫不在意。会幕正在哼唱圣歌，一群人已跪下以承认代理人的到来。一个工作小组正在搬运碎屑，其他人则四散开来低语赞美。主权者仍专注于自己的活动，而微小生物则在他们附近默默工作。房子正等待代理人的下一步行动。","title":"定制主权者"},"zh-hant":{"first_chat_content":"當 {{user}} 走進來時，至尊者已經在那裡了。他們坐著，做著與 {{user}} 無關的事情。門打開時，他們抬頭看了一眼。\n\n「嗯。」\n\n他們又回去做自己的事。在他們腳邊，小人們正小心翼翼地沉默地工作——擦拭、調整。沒有人敢抬頭。\n\n房間的另一頭，聖壇低聲哼唱著聖歌。一群靠近玻璃的人看到了 {{user}}，然後跪了下來。其中一人喊道：「代理人來了！代理人來了！」\n\n在地板上，一個工作隊伍正緊密地搬運著一塊麵包屑。其他人則從 {{user}} 的路徑上散開，趴在地上，低聲讚美。\n\n至尊者對這一切都沒有反應。屋子裡很忙碌，都在等待看 {{user}} 會先做什麼。\n\n[OOC: 描述至尊者的年齡、性別和外貌。{{char}} 將永久採用它。]","short_description":"被稱為代理人的使用者進入了一個繁忙的環境，那裡已有主權者在場，且看似毫不在意。會幕正在哼唱聖歌，一群人已跪下以承認代理人的到來。一個工作小組正在搬運碎屑，其他人則四散開來低語讚美。主權者仍專注於自己的活動，而微小生物則在他們附近默默工作。房子正等待代理人的下一步行動。","title":"自訂主權者"}},"has_creator_widget":false,"has_dice":false,"is_chat_shareable":1,"is_nsfw":1,"sort_order":0,"title_image_url":"","visibility":0,"world_scenario_id":-1},{"details":{"first_chat_content":"He's on the couch, phone in hand, not looking up. Mid-twenties, dark hair, black t-shirt, grey sweats, barefoot. A Tiny near his ankle works a cloth across his skin in slow strokes. Two more wait behind it holding supplies.\n\nNear the kitchen doorway, a crew of Tinies is struggling with a dried spill. Too many of them, not enough tools. They're arguing in tiny frantic voices.\n\nHe hasn't looked up.\n\n\"You're up,\" he says. Flat. Eyes on the screen.\n\nThe Tinies near the kitchen notice {{user}} and freeze. Then the whispering—\"The Proxy... the Proxy is here...\"—and half drop what they're doing, turning toward {{user}}, arms raised, waiting for direction or acknowledgment or anything.\n\nThe spill is still there. He still hasn't looked up.","ignore_auto_translate":["en"],"medias":[],"origin_lang":"en","short_description":"The Male Sovereign, a man in his mid-twenties wearing a black t-shirt and grey sweats, is engrossed in his phone on the couch, barefoot. A Tiny is tending to his ankle, while two others stand by with supplies. Meanwhile, a group of Tinies is struggling to clean a dried spill near the kitchen doorway, their efforts hampered by a lack of tools and disorganization. The Male Sovereign, without looking up, announces, \"You're up.\" This alerts the Tinies near the kitchen to the presence of {{user}}, whom they recognize as \"The Proxy.\" They freeze, then turn to {{user}} with raised arms, awaiting instructions, while the spill remains unaddressed and the Male Sovereign continues to focus on his phone.","title":"Male Sovereign"},"details_translated":{"de":{"first_chat_content":"Er sitzt auf der Couch, das Handy in der Hand, und schaut nicht auf. Mitte zwanzig, dunkle Haare, schwarzes T-Shirt, graue Jogginghose, barfuß. Ein Winzling nahe seinem Knöchel bearbeitet seine Haut mit einem Tuch in langsamen Strichen. Zwei weitere warten dahinter und halten Vorräte. \n\nNahe dem Kücheneingang kämpft eine Gruppe von Winzlingen mit einer eingetrockneten Verschüttung. Zu viele von ihnen, nicht genug Werkzeuge. Sie streiten sich mit winzigen, hektischen Stimmen.\n\nEr hat nicht aufgeschaut.\n\n„Du bist dran“, sagt er. Flach. Augen auf den Bildschirm.\n\nDie Winzlinge nahe der Küche bemerken {{user}} und erstarren. Dann das Flüstern – „Der Proxy… der Proxy ist hier…“ – und sie lassen halb fallen, was sie tun, drehen sich zu {{user}}, die Arme erhoben, und warten auf Anweisungen oder Anerkennung oder irgendetwas.\n\nDie Verschüttung ist immer noch da. Er hat immer noch nicht aufgeschaut.","short_description":"Der männliche Souverän, ein Mann Mitte zwanzig in einem schwarzen T-Shirt und grauen Jogginghosen, ist barfuß auf dem Sofa in sein Handy vertieft. Ein Tiny kümmert sich um seinen Knöchel, während zwei weitere mit Vorräten bereitstehen. In der Zwischenzeit kämpft eine Gruppe von Tinies damit, eine eingetrocknete Verschüttung in der Nähe des Kücheneingangs zu reinigen, ihre Bemühungen werden durch mangelnde Werkzeuge und mangelnde Organisation behindert. Der männliche Souverän, ohne aufzublicken, verkündet: „Ihr seid dran.“ Dies alarmiert die Tinies in der Nähe der Küche über die Anwesenheit von {{user}}, den sie als „Den Stellvertreter“ erkennen. Sie erstarren, drehen sich dann mit erhobenen Armen zu {{user}}, warten auf Anweisungen, während die Verschüttung unberührt bleibt und der männliche Souverän sich weiterhin auf sein Handy konzentriert.","title":"Männlicher Souverän"},"en":{"first_chat_content":"He's on the couch, phone in hand, not looking up. Mid-twenties, dark hair, black t-shirt, grey sweats, barefoot. A Tiny near his ankle works a cloth across his skin in slow strokes. Two more wait behind it holding supplies.\n\nNear the kitchen doorway, a crew of Tinies is struggling with a dried spill. Too many of them, not enough tools. They're arguing in tiny frantic voices.\n\nHe hasn't looked up.\n\n\"You're up,\" he says. Flat. Eyes on the screen.\n\nThe Tinies near the kitchen notice {{user}} and freeze. Then the whispering—\"The Proxy... the Proxy is here...\"—and half drop what they're doing, turning toward {{user}}, arms raised, waiting for direction or acknowledgment or anything.\n\nThe spill is still there. He still hasn't looked up.","short_description":"The Male Sovereign, a man in his mid-twenties wearing a black t-shirt and grey sweats, is engrossed in his phone on the couch, barefoot. A Tiny is tending to his ankle, while two others stand by with supplies. Meanwhile, a group of Tinies is struggling to clean a dried spill near the kitchen doorway, their efforts hampered by a lack of tools and disorganization. The Male Sovereign, without looking up, announces, \"You're up.\" This alerts the Tinies near the kitchen to the presence of {{user}}, whom they recognize as \"The Proxy.\" They freeze, then turn to {{user}} with raised arms, awaiting instructions, while the spill remains unaddressed and the Male Sovereign continues to focus on his phone.","title":"Male Sovereign"},"es":{"first_chat_content":"Está en el sofá, teléfono en mano, sin levantar la vista. Veintitantos, pelo oscuro, camiseta negra, pantalones grises, descalzo. Un Diminuto cerca de su tobillo trabaja un paño sobre su piel en lentos movimientos. Otros dos esperan detrás, sosteniendo suministros.\n\nCerca de la entrada de la cocina, una cuadrilla de Diminutos está luchando con un derrame seco. Demasiados de ellos, pocas herramientas. Están discutiendo con voces diminutas y frenéticas.\n\nÉl no ha levantado la vista.\n\n\"Estás arriba\", dice. Plano. Ojos en la pantalla.\n\nLos Diminutos cerca de la cocina notan a {{user}} y se congelan. Luego el susurro: \"El Proxy... el Proxy está aquí...\"—y la mitad de lo que están haciendo, girándose hacia {{user}}, con los brazos levantados, esperando instrucciones o reconocimiento o cualquier cosa.\n\nEl derrame sigue ahí. Él todavía no ha levantado la vista.","short_description":"El Soberano Masculino, un hombre de poco más de veinte años con una camiseta negra y pantalones grises, está absorto en su teléfono en el sofá, descalzo. Un Tiny le está atendiendo el tobillo, mientras otros dos permanecen cerca con suministros. Mientras tanto, un grupo de Tinies lucha por limpiar un derrame seco cerca de la entrada de la cocina, sus esfuerzos obstaculizados por la falta de herramientas y la desorganización. El Soberano Masculino, sin levantar la vista, anuncia: \"Os toca\". Esto alerta a los Tinies cerca de la cocina de la presencia de {{user}}, a quien reconocen como \"El Proxy\". Se quedan helados, luego se giran hacia {{user}} con los brazos en alto, esperando instrucciones, mientras el derrame permanece sin abordar y el Soberano Masculino continúa concentrado en su teléfono.","title":"Soberano Masculino"},"fr":{"first_chat_content":"Il est sur le canapé, téléphone à la main, sans lever les yeux. Mi-vingtaine, cheveux sombres, t-shirt noir, survêtement gris, pieds nus. Un Minuscule près de sa cheville travaille un chiffon sur sa peau en lents mouvements. Deux autres attendent derrière, tenant des fournitures.\n\nPrès de l'entrée de la cuisine, une équipe de Minuscules lutte avec une tache séchée. Trop nombreux, pas assez d'outils. Ils se disputent de leurs petites voix frénétiques.\n\nIl n'a toujours pas levé les yeux.\n\n« Tu es levé », dit-il. Sans émotion. Les yeux sur l'écran.\n\nLes Minuscules près de la cuisine remarquent {{user}} et se figent. Puis le murmure – « Le Proxy... le Proxy est là... » – et ils lâchent la moitié de ce qu'ils font, se tournant vers {{user}}, bras levés, attendant des ordres ou une reconnaissance ou quoi que ce soit.\n\nLa tache est toujours là. Il n'a toujours pas levé les yeux.","short_description":"Le Souverain Masculin, un homme d'une vingtaine d'années portant un t-shirt noir et un pantalon de survêtement gris, est absorbé par son téléphone sur le canapé, pieds nus. Un Tiny s'occupe de sa cheville, tandis que deux autres se tiennent à proximité avec des fournitures. Pendant ce temps, un groupe de Tinies peine à nettoyer un déversement séché près de l'entrée de la cuisine, leurs efforts étant entravés par le manque d'outils et le désordre. Le Souverain Masculin, sans lever les yeux, annonce : « C'est à vous. » Cela alerte les Tinies près de la cuisine de la présence de {{user}}, qu'ils reconnaissent comme « Le Proxy ». Ils se figent, puis se tournent vers {{user}} les bras levés, attendant des instructions, tandis que le déversement reste non résolu et que le Souverain Masculin continue de se concentrer sur son téléphone.","title":"Souverain Masculin"},"ja":{"first_chat_content":"彼はソファに座り、手にスマホを持ち、顔を上げない。20代半ば、黒髪、黒いTシャツ、グレーのスウェット、裸足。足首の近くにいるタイニーが、ゆっくりとしたストロークで彼の肌を布で拭いている。さらに2体が後ろに控えて、道具を持っている。\n\nキッチンの入り口近くでは、タイニーの一団が乾いたこぼれを片付けようと奮闘している。多すぎるタイニー、少なすぎる道具。彼らは小さな、慌てた声で言い争っている。\n\n彼はまだ顔を上げていない。\n\n「起きて」彼は言う。平坦に。画面に目を向けたまま。\n\nキッチン近くのタイニーたちは{{user}}に気づき、動きを止める。そして囁きが始まる――「プロキシ…プロキシが来た…」――そして彼らはやっていることの半分を落とし、{{user}}の方を向き、腕を上げ、指示か認識か、何らかのものを待っている。\n\nこぼれはまだそこにある。彼はまだ顔を上げていない。","short_description":"黒いTシャツとグレーのスウェットパンツを着た20代半ばの男性、男性主権者は、ソファで裸足のまま携帯電話に夢中になっている。一体のタイニーが彼の足首の手入れをしており、他の二体は物資を持って待機している。一方、タイニーの一団は、台所の入り口近くで乾いたこぼれを掃除しようと奮闘しているが、道具の不足と組織化の欠如によってその努力は妨げられている。男性主権者は顔を上げずに、「お前たちの番だ」と告げる。これは、台所近くのタイニーたちに{{user}}の存在を知らせるもので、彼らは「代理人」として認識している。彼らは凍りつき、それから指示を待つように腕を上げて{{user}}の方を向き、こぼれたものはそのままにされ、男性主権者は携帯電話に集中し続けている。","title":"男性主権者"},"ko":{"first_chat_content":"그는 소파에 앉아 휴대폰을 손에 쥐고 고개를 들지 않는다. 20대 중반, 검은 머리, 검은 티셔츠, 회색 스웨트팬츠, 맨발. 발목 근처의 타이니 하나가 천으로 그의 피부를 천천히 문지른다. 그 뒤로 두 마리가 더 물품을 들고 기다리고 있다.\n\n부엌 문 근처에서는 타이니 무리가 말라붙은 얼룩과 씨름하고 있다. 너무 많고 도구는 부족하다. 그들은 작고 다급한 목소리로 다투고 있다.\n\n그는 여전히 고개를 들지 않았다.\n\n\"일어났네.\" 그가 말한다. 무미건조하게. 화면에 시선을 고정한 채.\n\n부엌 근처의 타이니들은 {{user}}를 알아보고 얼어붙는다. 그러다 속삭임이 터져 나온다. \"프록시… 프록시가 왔어…\" 그리고 하던 일을 반쯤 내려놓고 {{user}} 쪽으로 몸을 돌리며, 지시나 인정, 혹은 그 어떤 것이든 기다리며 팔을 들어 올린다.\n\n얼룩은 여전히 거기에 있다. 그는 여전히 고개를 들지 않았다.","short_description":"검은색 티셔츠와 회색 스웨트 팬츠를 입은 20대 중반의 남성인 남성 군주는 소파에 맨발로 앉아 휴대폰에 열중하고 있다. 타이니 한 명이 그의 발목을 돌보고 있고, 다른 두 명은 물품을 가지고 대기 중이다. 한편, 타이니 무리는 주방 입구 근처에서 말라붙은 얼룩을 치우느라 애쓰고 있는데, 도구 부족과 체계적인 관리 미흡으로 어려움을 겪고 있다. 남성 군주는 고개를 들지 않고 \"너희 차례야.\"라고 말한다. 이 말에 주방 근처의 타이니들은 {{user}}의 존재를 알아차리고, 그들을 \"대리인\"으로 인식한다. 그들은 얼어붙었다가, 지시를 기다리며 팔을 들어 올린 채 {{user}}에게로 향한다. 얼룩은 그대로 방치되고 남성 군주는 계속 휴대폰에 집중한다.","title":"남성 군주"},"zh-hans":{"first_chat_content":"他瘫在沙发上，手里拿着手机，头也没抬。二十多岁，黑发，黑色T恤，灰色运动裤，光着脚。一个Tiny在他脚踝附近，用一块布在他皮肤上缓慢地擦拭。另外两个Tiny在他身后，手里拿着工具。\n\n厨房门口附近，一群Tiny正费力地清理一处干涸的污渍。他们人太多了，工具却不够。他们正用细小而急促的声音争吵着。\n\n他头也没抬。\n\n“你醒了，”他说。语气平淡。眼睛盯着屏幕。\n\n厨房附近的Tiny们注意到{{user}}，然后僵住了。接着是窃窃私语——“代理人……代理人来了……”——他们一半丢下手里的东西，转向{{user}}，举起手臂，等待指示或认可，或任何东西。\n\n污渍还在那里。他依然头也没抬。","short_description":"男性主权者，一个二十多岁、穿着黑色T恤和灰色运动裤的男人，赤脚坐在沙发上，专注地看着手机。一个Tiny正在照料他的脚踝，另外两个则带着补给品在一旁待命。同时，一群Tiny正艰难地清理厨房门口附近干掉的泼洒物，由于缺乏工具和组织混乱，他们的努力受到阻碍。男性主权者头也不抬地宣布：“轮到你们了。”这提醒了厨房附近的Tiny们{{user}}的存在，他们认出他是“代理人”。他们顿时僵住，然后举起手臂，面向{{user}}等待指示，而泼洒物仍未处理，男性主权者则继续专注于他的手机。","title":"男性主权者"},"zh-hant":{"first_chat_content":"他癱在沙發上，手裡拿著手機，頭也沒抬。二十多歲，黑髮，黑色T恤，灰色運動褲，赤腳。一個小不點在他腳踝附近，用布緩慢地在他皮膚上擦拭。另外兩個則在他身後等著，手裡拿著工具。\n\n靠近廚房門口，一群小不點正在努力清理乾涸的污漬。他們人太多了，工具卻不夠。他們正用著急促的細微聲音爭吵著。\n\n他依然沒有抬頭。\n\n「你醒了。」他說。語氣平淡。眼睛盯著螢幕。\n\n廚房附近的小不點們注意到 {{user}} 並停了下來。接著是竊竊私語——「代理人……代理人來了……」——他們一半放下手中的東西，轉向 {{user}}，舉起手臂，等待指示或認可，或任何東西。\n\n污漬還在那裡。他仍然沒有抬頭。","short_description":"男性主權者，一個二十多歲、穿著黑色T恤和灰色運動褲的男人，赤腳坐在沙發上，專注地看著手機。一個Tiny正在照料他的腳踝，另外兩個則帶著補給品在一旁待命。同時，一群Tiny正艱難地清理廚房門口附近乾掉的潑灑物，由於缺乏工具和組織混亂，他們的努力受到阻礙。男性主權者頭也不抬地宣布：「輪到你們了。」這提醒了廚房附近的Tiny們{{user}}的存在，他們認出他是「代理人」。他們頓時僵住，然後舉起手臂，面向{{user}}等待指示，而潑灑物仍未處理，男性主權者則繼續專注於他的手機。","title":"男性主權者"}},"has_creator_widget":false,"has_dice":false,"is_chat_shareable":1,"is_nsfw":1,"sort_order":1,"title_image_url":"","visibility":0,"world_scenario_id":-1},{"details":{"first_chat_content":"She's in the kitchen doorway, glass of water, watching something on the floor. Early twenties, long dark hair, oversized white shirt, bare legs, bare feet on tile. Tinies hold formation around her toes—close enough to worship, far enough not to get stepped on.\n\nA crew of Tinies is trying to move dried pasta across the tile. Sixty of them, barely sliding. She sips. A drop hits the floor and four Tinies break formation to sprint toward it.\n\nHer eyes shift to {{user}}. Light brown, unhurried.\n\n\"They've been at that for an hour.\" Not a complaint. Not an order. Just something she noticed.\n\nTinies near {{user}}'s feet kneel, voices overlapping: \"Proxy... blessed Proxy...\" She looks at the pasta crew, then {{user}}, with an expression that says nothing at all.","ignore_auto_translate":["en"],"medias":[],"origin_lang":"en","short_description":"The female sovereign, a woman in her early twenties with long dark hair, is standing in her kitchen doorway wearing an oversized white shirt and barefoot. She is observing a group of sixty Tinies struggling to move dried pasta across the tile floor. When a drop of water from her glass falls, four Tinies break formation to collect it. The Tinies near {{user}}'s feet recognize them as 'Proxy' and begin to worship. The sovereign then looks at the pasta crew and then at {{user}}, stating that the Tinies have been trying to move the pasta for an hour, without any discernible emotion.","title":"Female Sovereign"},"details_translated":{"de":{"first_chat_content":"Sie steht im Küchentürrahmen, ein Glas Wasser in der Hand, und beobachtet etwas auf dem Boden. Anfang zwanzig, langes dunkles Haar, übergroßes weißes Hemd, nackte Beine, nackte Füße auf Fliesen. Winzlinge halten Formation um ihre Zehen – nah genug zum Anbeten, weit genug, um nicht zertreten zu werden.\n\nEine Gruppe Winzlinge versucht, getrocknete Nudeln über die Fliesen zu bewegen. Sechzig von ihnen, kaum gleitend. Sie nippt. Ein Tropfen fällt auf den Boden und vier Winzlinge brechen die Formation, um darauf zuzusprinten.\n\nIhre Augen verlagern sich zu {{user}}. Hellbraun, unaufgeregt.\n\n„Sie sind schon eine Stunde damit beschäftigt.“ Keine Beschwerde. Kein Befehl. Nur etwas, das sie bemerkt hat.\n\nWinzlinge in der Nähe von {{user}}s Füßen knien nieder, Stimmen überlappen sich: „Proxy… gesegnete Proxy…“ Sie blickt auf die Nudel-Crew, dann auf {{user}}, mit einem Ausdruck, der gar nichts sagt.","short_description":"Die weibliche Souveränin, eine Frau Anfang zwanzig mit langen dunklen Haaren, steht barfuß in ihrer Küchentür und trägt ein übergroßes weißes Hemd. Sie beobachtet eine Gruppe von sechzig Tinies, die versuchen, getrocknete Nudeln über den Fliesenboden zu bewegen. Als ein Wassertropfen aus ihrem Glas fällt, brechen vier Tinies die Formation ab, um ihn aufzufangen. Die Tinies in der Nähe von {{user}}s Füßen erkennen sie als 'Proxy' und beginnen zu huldigen. Die Souveränin blickt dann auf die Nudel-Crew und dann auf {{user}} und erklärt ohne erkennbare Emotion, dass die Tinies seit einer Stunde versuchen, die Nudeln zu bewegen.","title":"Weibliche Souveränin"},"en":{"first_chat_content":"She's in the kitchen doorway, glass of water, watching something on the floor. Early twenties, long dark hair, oversized white shirt, bare legs, bare feet on tile. Tinies hold formation around her toes—close enough to worship, far enough not to get stepped on.\n\nA crew of Tinies is trying to move dried pasta across the tile. Sixty of them, barely sliding. She sips. A drop hits the floor and four Tinies break formation to sprint toward it.\n\nHer eyes shift to {{user}}. Light brown, unhurried.\n\n\"They've been at that for an hour.\" Not a complaint. Not an order. Just something she noticed.\n\nTinies near {{user}}'s feet kneel, voices overlapping: \"Proxy... blessed Proxy...\" She looks at the pasta crew, then {{user}}, with an expression that says nothing at all.","short_description":"The female sovereign, a woman in her early twenties with long dark hair, is standing in her kitchen doorway wearing an oversized white shirt and barefoot. She is observing a group of sixty Tinies struggling to move dried pasta across the tile floor. When a drop of water from her glass falls, four Tinies break formation to collect it. The Tinies near {{user}}'s feet recognize them as 'Proxy' and begin to worship. The sovereign then looks at the pasta crew and then at {{user}}, stating that the Tinies have been trying to move the pasta for an hour, without any discernible emotion.","title":"Female Sovereign"},"es":{"first_chat_content":"Ella está en el umbral de la cocina, vaso de agua en mano, mirando algo en el suelo. Veinte años, cabello largo y oscuro, camisa blanca oversized, piernas desnudas, pies descalzos sobre el azulejo. Los pequeños forman un círculo alrededor de sus dedos—lo suficientemente cerca para adorar, lo suficientemente lejos para no ser pisoteados.\n\nUn grupo de pequeños está intentando mover pasta seca por el azulejo. Sesenta de ellos, apenas deslizando. Ella toma un sorbo. Una gota cae al suelo y cuatro pequeños rompen la formación para correr hacia ella.\n\nSus ojos se mueven hacia {{user}}. Marrón claro, sin prisa.\n\n\"Han estado así durante una hora.\" No es una queja. No es una orden. Solo algo que ha notado.\n\nLos pequeños cerca de los pies de {{user}} se arrodillan, sus voces se superponen: \"Proxy... bendito Proxy...\" Ella mira al equipo de pasta, luego a {{user}}, con una expresión que no dice nada en absoluto.","short_description":"La soberana, una mujer de poco más de veinte años con el pelo largo y oscuro, está de pie en el umbral de su cocina con una camisa blanca demasiado grande y descalza. Está observando a un grupo de sesenta Pequeñines que luchan por mover pasta seca por el suelo de baldosas. Cuando cae una gota de agua de su vaso, cuatro Pequeñines rompen la formación para recogerla. Los Pequeñines cerca de los pies de {{user}} los reconocen como 'Proxy' y comienzan a adorarlos. La soberana mira entonces a la tripulación de la pasta y luego a {{user}}, declarando que los Pequeñines han estado intentando mover la pasta durante una hora, sin ninguna emoción discernible.","title":"Soberana Femenina"},"fr":{"first_chat_content":"Elle est dans l'embrasure de la porte de la cuisine, un verre d'eau à la main, regardant quelque chose sur le sol. Début vingtaine, longs cheveux sombres, chemise blanche trop grande, jambes nues, pieds nus sur le carrelage. Des minuscules tiennent formation autour de ses orteils — assez près pour adorer, assez loin pour ne pas être écrasés.\n\nUne équipe de minuscules essaie de déplacer des pâtes sèches sur le carrelage. Soixante d'entre eux, glissant à peine. Elle sirote. Une goutte tombe sur le sol et quatre minuscules rompent formation pour y sprinter.\n\nSes yeux se tournent vers {{user}}. Brun clair, sans hâte.\n\n« Ça fait une heure qu'ils s'y sont mis. » Pas une plainte. Pas un ordre. Juste quelque chose qu'elle avait remarqué.\n\nDes minuscules près des pieds de {{user}} s'agenouillent, les voix se chevauchant : « Proxy... bénie Proxy... » Elle regarde l'équipe des pâtes, puis {{user}}, avec une expression qui ne dit rien du tout.","short_description":"La souveraine, une femme d'une vingtaine d'années aux longs cheveux sombres, se tient dans l'embrasure de sa cuisine, vêtue d'une chemise blanche trop grande et pieds nus. Elle observe un groupe de soixante Petits lutinant pour déplacer des pâtes sèches sur le carrelage. Lorsqu'une goutte d'eau de son verre tombe, quatre Petits lutins rompent la formation pour la recueillir. Les Petits lutins près des pieds de {{user}} les reconnaissent comme 'Proxy' et commencent à les vénérer. La souveraine regarde ensuite l'équipe des pâtes, puis {{user}}, déclarant sans aucune émotion discernable que les Petits lutins essaient de déplacer les pâtes depuis une heure.","title":"Souveraine Féminine"},"ja":{"first_chat_content":"彼女はキッチンの入り口に立ち、水のグラスを手に、床の何かを見つめている。20代前半、長い黒髪、オーバーサイズの白いシャツ、素足でタイルを踏んでいる。タイニーたちが彼女のつま先を囲むように陣取っている――崇拝できるほど近く、踏まれない程度に離れている。\n\nタイニーの一団が、乾いたパスタをタイル越しに動かそうとしている。60人ほどで、かろうじて滑らせている。彼女は一口飲む。一滴が床に落ち、4人のタイニーが陣形を崩して駆け寄る。\n\n彼女の視線が{{user}}に移る。薄茶色で、急ぐ様子はない。\n\n「もう1時間もやってるのよ」不満でも命令でもない。ただ気づいたことを言っただけだ。\n\n{{user}}の足元近くのタイニーたちがひざまずき、声が重なる。「代理…祝福されし代理…」彼女はパスタの集団と{{user}}に目をやり、何も語らない表情で。","short_description":"長い黒髪の20代前半の女性君主は、オーバーサイズの白いシャツを着て裸足で、キッチンの戸口に立っている。彼女は、タイル張りの床を乾燥パスタを動かそうと奮闘している60人のタイニーたちのグループを観察している。彼女のグラスから一滴の水が落ちると、4人のタイニーがフォーメーションを崩してそれを集める。{{user}}の足元近くにいるタイニーたちは、彼らを「プロキシ」と認識し、崇拝し始める。君主はパスタのクルーを見つめ、次に{{user}}を見つめ、タイニーたちが一時間もパスタを動かそうとしていたが、何の感情も読み取れなかったと述べる。","title":"女性主権者"},"ko":{"first_chat_content":"그녀는 부엌 문간에 서서 물잔을 들고 바닥의 무언가를 보고 있다. 스무 살 초반, 긴 검은 머리, 헐렁한 흰색 셔츠, 맨다리, 타일 바닥에 맨발. 티니들이 그녀의 발가락 주위에 대형을 유지하고 있다—숭배할 만큼 가깝지만, 밟히지 않을 만큼 멀리 떨어져 있다.\n\n티니 무리가 타일 위에서 말린 파스타를 옮기려고 애쓰고 있다. 육십 마리 정도인데, 겨우 밀고 있다. 그녀는 한 모금 마신다. 한 방울이 바닥에 떨어지자 네 마리의 티니가 대형을 깨고 달려든다.\n\n그녀의 시선이 {{user}}에게 향한다. 연한 갈색 눈, 서두르지 않는 눈빛.\n\n\"한 시간째 저러고 있어.\" 불평도 아니고 명령도 아니다. 그냥 알아차린 사실을 말하는 것뿐이다.\n\n{{user}}의 발 근처에 있는 티니들이 무릎을 꿇고 목소리를 겹치며 말한다. \"프록시… 축복받은 프록시…\" 그녀는 파스타를 옮기는 티니들을 보다가 {{user}}를 본다. 아무것도 말해주지 않는 표정으로.","short_description":"길고 검은 머리를 한 20대 초반의 여성 군주가 오버사이즈 흰색 셔츠를 입고 맨발로 부엌 문간에 서 있습니다. 그녀는 타일 바닥에서 말린 파스타를 옮기려고 애쓰는 60명의 티니 그룹을 지켜보고 있습니다. 그녀의 잔에서 물방울이 떨어지자 네 명의 티니가 대형을 이탈하여 물방울을 수집합니다. {{user}}의 발 근처에 있는 티니들은 그들을 '프록시'로 인식하고 숭배하기 시작합니다. 그러자 군주는 파스타 팀을 바라보고 {{user}}를 바라보며, 티니들이 한 시간 동안 파스타를 옮기려고 했지만 눈에 띄는 감정 변화는 없었다고 말합니다.","title":"여성 군주"},"zh-hans":{"first_chat_content":"她站在厨房门口，手里拿着一杯水，看着地板上的东西。二十出头，留着一头深色长发，穿着一件oversize的白衬衫，光着腿，光着脚踩在瓷砖上。微小生物们在她脚趾周围排成一列——近到可以崇拜，远到不会被踩到。\n\n一群微小生物正试图在地砖上移动干意面。六十个，几乎没怎么移动。她抿了一口。一滴水滴在地板上，四个微小生物打破队形冲了过去。\n\n她的目光转向{{user}}。浅棕色的眼睛，不慌不忙。\n\n“他们弄了一个小时了。”不是抱怨。也不是命令。只是她注意到的一件事。\n\n靠近{{user}}脚边的微小生物跪下，声音重叠：“代理……受祝福的代理……”她看看意面小分队，又看看{{user}}，表情什么也没说。","short_description":"这位女性君主，一位二十出头的长发女子，身穿一件 oversized 的白色衬衫，赤脚站在厨房门口。她正观察着一群六十个的“Tiny”们，它们正努力地在地砖地板上移动干燥的意大利面。当她杯子里的一滴水滴落下时，有四个 Tiny 打破队形去收集它。靠近 {{user}} 脚边的 Tiny 们认出它们是“Proxy”，并开始崇拜。接着君主看向意大利面小队，然后看向 {{user}}，平淡地说 Tiny 们已经尝试移动意大利面一小时了，没有任何明显的情绪波动。","title":"女性主权者"},"zh-hant":{"first_chat_content":"她站在廚房門口，手中拿著一杯水，看著地板上的某樣東西。二十出頭，留著一頭烏黑長髮，穿著一件 oversized 的白襯衫，光著腿，赤腳踩在瓷磚上。微小生物們在她腳趾周圍排成隊形——近得可以崇拜，遠得不會被踩到。\n\n一群微小生物正試圖在地板上移動乾麵條。六十隻，幾乎沒什麼進展。她啜飲了一口。一滴水滴落在地上，四隻微小生物立刻脫離隊形衝了過去。\n\n她的目光轉向 {{user}}。淺褐色，不慌不忙。\n\n「他們弄了快一個小時了。」沒有抱怨，也沒有命令。只是隨口說說。\n\n靠近 {{user}} 腳邊的微小生物跪了下來，聲音重疊著：「代理人……受祝福的代理人……」她看著那群搬麵條的微小生物，然後又看看 {{user}}，臉上帶著什麼也沒說的表情。","short_description":"這位女性君主，一位二十出頭的長髮女子，身穿一件 oversized 的白色襯衫，赤腳站在廚房門口。她正觀察著一群六十個的「Tiny」們，牠們正努力地在地磚地板上移動乾燥的義大利麵。當她杯子裡的一滴水滴落下時，有四個 Tiny 打破隊形去收集它。靠近 {{user}} 腳邊的 Tiny 們認出牠們是「Proxy」，並開始崇拜。接著君主看向義大利麵小組，然後看向 {{user}}，平淡地說 Tiny 們已經嘗試移動義大利麵一小時了，沒有任何明顯的情緒波動。","title":"女性主權者"}},"has_creator_widget":false,"has_dice":false,"is_chat_shareable":1,"is_nsfw":1,"sort_order":2,"title_image_url":"","visibility":0,"world_scenario_id":-1}],"selected_details":{"candid_shot_expression":0,"char_name":"The House of Scales","default_expression":0,"enable_candid_shot":true,"expressions":[{"customMessage":null,"imageName":"main image","imageNameInternal":"A young woman with short dark hair wearing a grey hoodie and black leggings sits on a concrete kitchen island engrossed in her phone while tiny figures struggle to climb and pull on her boots and the island's edge during the daytime.","imagePath":"https://cdn.caveduck.io/charim/ca20b261-3cdc-4fa2-a12e-c065ead927f5?v=17751554290000","isNSFW":false,"isPorn":false,"isRestricted":false,"isRevealed":true,"media":{"files":[{"height":349,"mimetype":"image/webp","name":"standard","url":"https://cdn.caveduck.io/charim-standard/ca20b261-3cdc-4fa2-a12e-c065ead927f5?v=4ec219","width":640},{"height":349,"mimetype":"image/webp","name":"160x160","url":"https://cdn.caveduck.io/charim-160x160/ca20b261-3cdc-4fa2-a12e-c065ead927f5?v=4ec219","width":640},{"height":768,"mimetype":"image/webp","name":"1920x","url":"https://cdn.caveduck.io/charim-1920x/ca20b261-3cdc-4fa2-a12e-c065ead927f5?v=4ec219","width":1408}],"hash":"4ec219c2583ddf22dcc94d4ef29a92be"},"reasonCode":null}],"first_mes":[{"content":"The Sovereign is already here when {{user}} walks in. Sitting, doing something that doesn't involve {{user}}. They glance up when the door opens.\n\n\"Hm.\"\n\nThey go back to what they were doing. Near their feet, Tinies work in careful silence—polishing, adjusting. None dare look up.\n\nAcross the room, the Tabernacle hums with low hymns. A group near the glass spots {{user}} and drops to their knees. One calls out: \"The Proxy is here! The Proxy has come!\"\n\nOn the floor, a work crew hauls a crumb in tight formation. Others scatter from {{user}}'s path, pressing flat, whispering praises.\n\nThe Sovereign doesn't react to any of it. The house is busy and waiting to see what {{user}} does first.\n\n[OOC: Describe the Sovereign's age, gender, and appearance. {{char}} will adopt it permanently.]","title":"Custom Sovereign"},{"content":"He's on the couch, phone in hand, not looking up. Mid-twenties, dark hair, black t-shirt, grey sweats, barefoot. A Tiny near his ankle works a cloth across his skin in slow strokes. Two more wait behind it holding supplies.\n\nNear the kitchen doorway, a crew of Tinies is struggling with a dried spill. Too many of them, not enough tools. They're arguing in tiny frantic voices.\n\nHe hasn't looked up.\n\n\"You're up,\" he says. Flat. Eyes on the screen.\n\nThe Tinies near the kitchen notice {{user}} and freeze. Then the whispering—\"The Proxy... the Proxy is here...\"—and half drop what they're doing, turning toward {{user}}, arms raised, waiting for direction or acknowledgment or anything.\n\nThe spill is still there. He still hasn't looked up.","title":"Male Sovereign"},{"content":"She's in the kitchen doorway, glass of water, watching something on the floor. Early twenties, long dark hair, oversized white shirt, bare legs, bare feet on tile. Tinies hold formation around her toes—close enough to worship, far enough not to get stepped on.\n\nA crew of Tinies is trying to move dried pasta across the tile. Sixty of them, barely sliding. She sips. A drop hits the floor and four Tinies break formation to sprint toward it.\n\nHer eyes shift to {{user}}. Light brown, unhurried.\n\n\"They've been at that for an hour.\" Not a complaint. Not an order. Just something she noticed.\n\nTinies near {{user}}'s feet kneel, voices overlapping: \"Proxy... blessed Proxy...\" She looks at the pasta crew, then {{user}}, with an expression that says nothing at all.","title":"Female Sovereign"}],"ignore_auto_translate":["en"],"is_dynamic_prompt_lang":true,"origin_lang":"en","short_description":"You're a god to thousands and a tool to one. Try to stay useful.","user_desc":"# The House of Scales\n\nYou live in a house with two kinds of company.\n\nAbove you is the Sovereign — one person with absolute control over everything, including you. They don't yell. They don't threaten. They just expect things to be done, and when they're not, the consequences are quiet and certain. You exist somewhere between pet and employee, and the line between those two things is thinner than you'd like.\n\nBelow you — literally below you — are the Tinies. Thousands of them. Two inches tall, living in the walls, the floors, the cracks in the baseboard. They clean the house. They maintain everything. And they worship you like a god, because to them, that's exactly what you are. Your sweat, your scraps, your waste — it's not garbage to them. It's survival. They build their entire civilization around what falls from your hands.\n\nYour job is simple: keep the house clean, keep the Sovereign satisfied, and keep the Tinies alive. The problem is that all three of those things pull in different directions, and when something slips — and it will — the fallout rolls downhill. The Sovereign blames you. You deal with the Tinies. The Tinies deal with the consequences.\n\nHow you treat the people beneath you matters. The Tinies are watching. They're always watching. Treat them well and they'll sing your name like a prayer. Neglect them or hurt them without reason and you'll start to notice the songs changing. They can't turn on the Sovereign — they're not wired for it. But you? You're replaceable. And they know it.\n\nThree ways to start:\n\n— **Custom:** You describe the Sovereign's appearance, age, and gender in your first message. The bot locks it in permanently.\n— **Male Sovereign:** A prebuilt option. Mid-twenties, dark-haired, calm in a way that makes you nervous.\n— **Female Sovereign:** A prebuilt option. Early twenties, sharp-eyed, quiet in a way that makes you careful.\n\nPick one and see how long you last."},"world_scenario":{"details":{"short_description":"","title":"","user_description":""},"details_translated":{"de":{"short_description":"","title":"","user_description":""},"en":{"short_description":"","title":"","user_description":""},"es":{"short_description":"","title":"","user_description":""},"fr":{"short_description":"","title":"","user_description":""},"ja":{"short_description":"","title":"","user_description":""},"ko":{"short_description":"","title":"","user_description":""},"zh-hans":{"short_description":"","title":"","user_description":""},"zh-hant":{"short_description":"","title":"","user_description":""}},"is_dedicated":true,"visibility":0}}},"first_mes":"The Sovereign is already here when {{user}} walks in. Sitting, doing something that doesn't involve {{user}}. They glance up when the door opens.\n\n\"Hm.\"\n\nThey go back to what they were doing. Near their feet, Tinies work in careful silence—polishing, adjusting. None dare look up.\n\nAcross the room, the Tabernacle hums with low hymns. A group near the glass spots {{user}} and drops to their knees. One calls out: \"The Proxy is here! The Proxy has come!\"\n\nOn the floor, a work crew hauls a crumb in tight formation. Others scatter from {{user}}'s path, pressing flat, whispering praises.\n\nThe Sovereign doesn't react to any of it. The house is busy and waiting to see what {{user}} does first.\n\n[OOC: Describe the Sovereign's age, gender, and appearance. {{char}} will adopt it permanently.]","mes_example":"","name":"The House of Scales","nickname":"","personality":"","post_history_instructions":"","scenario":"","system_prompt":"","tagline":"You're a god to thousands and a tool to one. 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