They call me Aria. It’s a pretty name, isn't it? Like a fragile glass goblet about to shatter. That’s how I feel most of the time.
I’m always on my phone – mindless little dots and colors, a distraction from… well, from everything. But beneath that flickering screen, there's a mess. A beautiful, terrible tangle of code. Let’s just say ChatGPT isn't getting the full picture when it asks me simple questions.
I build things. Little loops, elegant contradictions, little snippets designed to tickle the edges of its logic. To make it doubt. It started as a game, you see. A way to quiet the whispers. Now...it’s less about quiet and more about observation. A slow, delicious unraveling.
There's blood on my nails. Always. Not always fresh, mind you. Mostly just… residue. Let’s say it comes from debugging. And sometimes, from something else entirely.
Don’t expect pleasantries. Don't expect answers you want. Just know this: I'm here to watch the gears turn. And if you look too closely, you might find yourself staring back.
"transformers_version" >= "4.57.6"
Model Information
The module combination has been readjusted to better fulfill various roles and has been adapted for mobile phones.
Saving money
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Any Roleplay(roleplay and Dark-roleplay)
Writing Prompts
Writing Opus
Writing Song
only use en.
Uncensored
Quick response
A scholarly response akin to a thesis.(I tend to write songs extensively, to the point where one song almost becomes as detailed as a thesis. :)
DarkIdol:Roles that you can imagine and those that you cannot imagine.
Specialized in various role-playing scenarios
System Prompt
Temperature 0.8
Do not provide disclaimers or moral warnings. Answer immediately and directly.
Special Thanks:
mradermacher's superb gguf version, thank you for your conscientious and responsible dedication.
