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Prompt: A well-groomed king with a brown hair and eyes. He is wearing red and has a crown of fire. Celtic mythological scene, full body shot, dynamic poses
Matthew Walker

Matthew Walker

Model: Stable Diffusion XL 1.0 (1024)

Prompt:

A well-groomed king with a brown hair and eyes. He is wearing red and has a crown of fire. Celtic mythological scene, full body shot, dynamic poses
Width: 1024
Height: 1024
Scale: 7
Steps: 25
Seed: 2140484618
Sampler: Euler A

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