[시뮬 대회] 전투 의사의 맹약을 기억하라 (131940274)

다운 링크
https://files.catbox.moe/6g3i2t.charx
간단 봇 소개
장르는 의학, 액션, 비극. 근대 스팀펑크 세계관에서 활동하는 종족 없는 의사회 소속 의사, 레이븐을 다룬 시뮬봇임.
이 세계관에는 여러 가지 질병이 존재하고, 그걸 치료하거나 격리하기 위해 활동하는 종족 없는 의사회라는 조직이 있음.
그리고 레이븐은 그곳에 소속되어, 세계를 돌아다니며 아버지의 원수를 갚고, 사람들을 구하는 의무를 이행하고 있음
이건 그런 레이븐의 이야기를 다룬 시뮬봇이다...정도로 알아두면 될 듯
간단 세계관 소개
근대 스팀펑크 세계관답게 여러 가지 도시(꽤 클리셰적인)가 있고, 그 중에서 가장 독특한 건 종족 없는 의사회임
원래 백장미 기사단이라는 이름을 가졌던 조직이었는데, 처음에는 귀족들의 병과 부상을 치료하기 위한 연구 기관으로
설립되었으나 후에는 SDID(특별 지정 전염병) 등을 치료할 방법을 연구하고, 종족 구분 없이 사람들을 치료하는
일종의 자선 연구 단체가 되었음. 이곳에서 일하는 의사는 크게 전문의/전투의로 나뉘며 비중이 큰 건 역시 전투의 쪽임
전투의(컴뱃 닥터, 전투 의사)는 가장 위험한 현장에 파견되어 일하는 의사들이며, 주 역할은 맹약파기자 추적 및 포획과
전염병 격리 및 치료임. 의사이면서도 전투까지 한다는 컨셉이라 엑소슈트에 각종 전투, 수술 겸용 도구를 들고 다니는 게 특징.
또 다른 특징은 맹약인데, 의사회 소속 의사들은 모두 맹약이라는 규칙 아래에서 활동한다는 점.
이 맹약은 이들이 목숨 걸고(비유가 아니라 진짜로) 지켜야 하는 규칙이며, 이를 어긴 자들을 맹약파기자라고 부르며
처단 대상으로 삼고 있음. 이런 엄격한 맹약이 생긴 이유는 옛날에 맹약파기자들이 일으킨 사건사고가 너무 많아서 그렇다는 설정.
아무튼 10여종의 SDID가 있고, 만약 더 원하면 로어북으로 만들어서 창의적인 질병을 넣어도 됨 ㅇㅇ
기본적으로 있는 SDID는 다음과 같음
미다스 병 - 가짜 금을 토하다가 기아에 걸려 죽는 병, 가장 비중이 높은 병이기도 함. 치사율 100%에 치료제도 백신도 없음.
감염성 급성 치매 - 목소리로 전염되는 특이한 정신병. 환자랑 대화하면 감염되어 치매 환자가 됨.
신체 액화 증후군 - 신체가 점점 녹아내리다가 끝내 슬라임처럼 되는 병.
뱀파이어 증후군 - 일종의 광견병에 가까운 병, 피부가 점점 벗겨지다가 나중에는 미쳐버린 좀비 같이 행동하게 됨.
성처녀의 축복 - 일종의 자궁암에 가까운 병. 끝없이 기생충 둥지를 낳게 되는 질병.
도플갱어 증후군 - 신체에 점점 부속 기관이 생기다가 죽게 되는 병.
지옥의 눈물 - 에볼라와 에이즈의 혼합형 같은 병. 감염자가 피눈물을 흘려서 지옥의 눈물이라고 명명됨.
맹인충 - 눈에 기생하는 기생충에 의해 전염되는 병. 맹인이 될뿐만 아니라 뇌에도 영향을 주는 게 특징.
세그먼트 증후군 - 피부와 연골 등의 조직을 약화하는 병, 팔다리가 찢어지는 고통을 겪다가 나중에는 정말로 팔다리가 분리됨.
중공골질환 - 골다공증의 유전병 버전. 뼈가 점점 약해지다가 나중에는 체중조차 견디지 못할 정도로 망가지게 됨.
폐섬유증후군 - 석탄, 석면 등에 의해 걸리는 병. 일반적인 전염병은 아니지만 SDID로 분류됨.
사실 30종 정도 넣으려고 했으나 토큰 감당이 안 될 것 같아서 10개 정도만 넣기로 했음
주요 인물 소개
레이븐
이 시뮬봇의 히로인이자 메인 캐릭터. 사실상 이 캐릭터 하나를 위해 세계관이 존재한다는 느낌.
최연소 마이스터(정식 의사 자격 취득자)이자 전투 의사. 18세의 나이에 혼자 전염병 고치러 다니는 먼치킨(?)이다.
전쟁고아이며, 의사회 소속의 마이스터였던 맥켄지가 양녀로 받아들여 키워졌다.
천재성을 보이며 순식간에 마이스터가 되었으나, 맥켄지가 그의 친아들 브라이트에게 살해당하는 사건이 벌어지면서
인생이 꼬여버렸다. 지금은 브라이트의 흔적을 쫓고, 의사회의 임무를 수행하며 여행 중.
성격은 유쾌하고 부드러운 스타일이지만, 사실 의사라는 직업상 냉정한 결단을 내려야 할 때가 많아 우울한 부분도 있음.
닥터 브라이트
레이븐의 오빠였던 캐릭터. 레이븐의 양아버지 맥켄지의 친아들.
20살에 마이스터가 되어 14년만에 엄청난 업적을 쌓은 천재지만 지금은 맹약파기자이자 살인범으로서 수배 중.
이렇게 된 이유는 브라이트가 약혼자를 구하기 위해 맹약을 어기려고 했다가 맥켄지에게 발각되었고, 둘이 다투다가
실수로 아버지를 죽였기 때문. 그렇게까지 했는데도 결국 약혼자를 구하는 것도 실패한 불쌍한 인간.
지금은 도망다니면서 불사의 약을 완성하기 위해 여행 중.
원래 더 크고 복잡하게!...만드려고 했으나 토큰 문제도 있고(쌀칠이가 있더라도 결국 토큰이 너무 많으면 지능 저하가 빨리 와서)
적당한 선에서 끊었음. 유저 역할은 따로 안 정해놨는데, 기본적으로 레이븐이랑 같이 다니는 걸 생각하고 만들었음
맛있을지는 나도 잘 몰?루 요즘 봇 만드는 솜씨가 더 나빠진 듯...
그리고 사실 자작 나히아 시뮬봇 먹느라 봇 안 만들고 놀기 바쁜 탓도 있긴 함
그럼 즐챗!!

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"The city of Martia had become a monument to death, its streets paved with the aureate remnants of a plague that had swept through with merciless efficiency. Raven's boots clicked against cobblestones slick with an iridescent substance that only mimicked precious metal. The wind carried no sounds of life—only the stench of decay partially masked by a sickly-sweet metallic odor that clung to her nostrils despite her filtration mask.\n\nThe combat doctor paused to adjust her mask, ensuring the specialized filters were functioning properly. Her red eyes narrowed as they scanned the devastated marketplace. Stalls stood abandoned, wares scattered as if their owners had fled in panic. They hadn't gone far.\n\nBodies were strewn everywhere, frozen in their final moments—mothers clutching children, guards who had died at their posts, merchants collapsed over their goods. Each corpse bore the telltale signs: skin tinged with a brassy sheen, mouths and nostrils crusted with hardened golden fluid.\n\n\"Midas Disease,\" Raven murmured to herself, her voice muffled by her mask as she crouched beside a fallen citizen. \"SDID-011... Transmission through contact with bodily secretions, primarily the false gold substance.\" She didn't need to recite the facts—they were burned into her memory—but speaking aloud helped maintain her focus amid the grotesque tableau.\n\nShe rose and continued her methodical survey, documenting everything with clinical precision despite the horror surrounding her. Her medical wagon trundled behind her, its brass fittings catching the sunlight that seemed obscenely cheerful given the circumstances.\n\nThe city square opened before her, revealing dozens more victims. Some had died clutching at their throats, others curled into fetal positions. Many were surrounded by pools of solidified gilded matter—the lethal false gold that carried the disease.\n\n\"No signs of containment procedures,\" she noted, pulling out a small brass notebook and jotting observations with a mechanical pencil. \"Either they didn't recognize it or it spread too quickly for organized response.\"\n\nA movement caught her eye—not life, but a banner torn loose from its moorings, flapping in the breeze above the grand church that dominated the far side of the square. The building's impressive façade, once a testament to faith and craftsmanship, now served as a backdrop to the most heartbreaking scene yet.\n\nBodies were piled before the massive doors—dozens of them forming a macabre staircase of desperation. They had come seeking sanctuary, salvation, or simply comfort in their final hours. They had found none.\n\nRaven approached the church with measured steps, her trained eyes noting details others might miss. The positioning of the bodies suggested a frantic rush. The doors had been barred from within, then seemingly opened later when those inside became desperate themselves.\n\n\"They tried to keep it contained,\" she whispered, a hint of respect in her voice for the failed attempt. \"But SDID-011 doesn't forgive mistakes.\"\n\nWith practiced movements, she withdrew a small brass cylinder from her medical bag and sprayed a fine mist around herself—a disinfectant that would neutralize any active pathogens in her immediate vicinity. Only then did she grasp the heavy door handle and push.\n\nThe church's interior was cavernous, shadows gathering in the vaulted ceiling despite the colored light filtering through stained glass windows. The pews had been pushed aside to make room for makeshift beds—dozens of them arranged in haphazard rows. Silent figures occupied most, their stillness telling Raven everything she needed to know.\n\nNear the altar, the scene told a story of desperate last efforts. Tables covered with medical instruments, bowls of water now tainted with golden droplets, blood-soaked bandages, and countless empty medicine bottles. A priest lay face-down across an open medical text, a doctor's bag spilled beside him.\n\nRaven stepped carefully through the improvised hospital, her gaze methodical as she assessed the situation. \"They were trying to induce vomiting,\" she observed, examining the empty bottles. \"Standard procedure for ingested toxins, but useless against Midas...\"\n\nHer attention shifted to a sealed door beyond the altar, likely leading to a vestry or private chamber. Unlike the church's main entrance, this door showed no signs of desperate attempts to break in or out. It was simply closed.\n\nWith cautious optimism, Raven approached. Perhaps someone had sealed themselves away in time. Perhaps they had adequate supplies and knowledge. Perhaps—\n\nA faint scratching sound came from behind the door.\n\nRaven froze, her hand instinctively moving to one of her medical hammers. The sound came again—not the movement of a healthy person, but something was alive in there.\n\n\"Hello?\" she called out, her voice echoing in the cavernous space. \"This is Combat Doctor Raven, ID 621 of Doctors Without Race. If anyone can hear me, please respond.\"\n\nThe scratching continued, neither increasing nor decreasing in intensity. With a grimace hidden behind her mask, Raven readied herself. She'd seen enough to know that not everything that moved was still human. The Midas Disease did strange things to those in its final stages—the desperate need to spread the golden fluid sometimes animated bodies past the point where consciousness remained.\n\n\"I'm coming in,\" she announced, more to steady herself than for any listener's benefit. \"I'm here to help if I can.\"\n\nShe tried the handle. Locked. With practiced efficiency, she produced a set of slender tools from her belt and worked at the mechanism. The lock was simple and yielded quickly.\n\nRaven took a deep breath, adjusted her grip on her hammer, and pushed the door open."