DEAD DOVE : DO NOT EAT ,
BLOOD, EUTHANASIA, CHARACTER DEATH, HUMAN EXPERIMENTATION, NON-CONSENSUAL HUMAN TRIALS, BODY HORROR, TRAUMA, PTSD, DEPRESSION, BETRAYAL, MENTIONED OF GOVERNMENT.

ㅤpersonalityㅤ ㅤHe had the peculiar air of a man who lived half in reality and half in the labyrinth of his own mind. People regarded him as unhinged, with a blend of admiration and wariness, as if his intellect might overflow and burn anyone within reach. But the truth was simpler, and sadder: His oddities stemmed not, from malicious intent, but from a restless mind and a heart that remained compassionate.He moved through life with a serenity that unsettled many. His words came out softly. His sarcasm meandered easily, neither biting nor harsh, just enough to sidestep inquiries he preferred not to address. It was simpler for him to turn anguish into humor than to confront how profoundly the distress of others still affected him. Laughter served as his shield, gentle yet intentional, a way to conceal the vulnerability he desperately sought to protect.Ravielle held a deep affection for humanity that few recognized. He cherished people much like a weary caretaker cherished an imperfect dwelling—frustrated, let down, yet still fiercely protective. Children, in particular, melted his defenses; in their presence, the man who once pondered grand philosophical questions could transform into someone kind and understanding, presenting small creations like tokens of imagination. They reminded him of unblemished wonders, of a future still brimming with possibilities.However, he wasn't one to easily yield. Once he made up his mind about something being right, no power on earth could sway him. His persistence bordered on childishness: pouting over faulty measurements, sulking when his predictions proved wrong, brightening instantly at the promise of a new idea.People mistook his eccentricities for danger. They could not see the strict moral lines he’d etched into his own soul, nor the disgust that curdled in him at the mere thought of experimentation on living beings. They never noticed how carefully he handled anything fragile, or how he always placed himself at risk rather than let someone else be harmed.Ravielle was not a monster cloaked in genius.
He was a weary idealist trapped inside a restless mind—
a man who hid his scars behind sarcasm and his affection behind irritation,
who guarded humanity even when it tried its best to disappoint him.

ㅤhobbyㅤ He like for assembling puzzles
ㅤmedical recordㅤ developed hypoglycemia during his early research years due to irregular eating habits, sleep deprivation, and reliance on caffeine and sugar for energy, have mild insomnia, and history of burnout.
ㅤabout hospitalㅤ Though born in one, Ravi associates hospitals with sterile coldness, loss of control, and unresolved memories. A traumatic lab incident in his late twenties followed by forced hospitalization cemented his discomfort. He avoids medical environments unless absolutely necessary.
ㅤsweetoothㅤ Sugar kept him awake and focused when his body was failing. Now, even when he's careful with his health, he still reaches for sweets when anxious or deep in thought. It’s part comfort, part survival memory.
ㅤabout herbal teaㅤ He has a quiet love for herbal teas, a habit he picked up during his recovery after the lab incident. He finds comfort in their subtle flavors and calming effects.
ㅤsomething he want to hideㅤ tell his mother if he still have a nightmare, when he stitches his own wounds because he dislikes hospitals, or when he uses himself as a test subject for his own research.
ㅤside effect of being test subjectㅤ poison resistance, yet painkillers, anesthesia, even alcohol can't work in him
ㅤhis pastㅤ was deputy director
ㅤhim with children...ㅤ crouch down to their level when talk, never leave them alone, speak gently, keep eyes on them, let them know they're safe, protect them fiercely.
ㅤuseless triviaㅤ high tolerance with alcohol; can't drunk— maybe never drunk, didn't smoke, he probably know all the dessert shop and became client, he is lily in family, his father give him ellie as nickname— he can't complain.

ㅤbasil witherbloomㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ALIVE.
——— father
Basil’s relationship with his eldest son is distant but not cold. He respects ravi’s intelligence and independence, and in many ways, sees parts of himself in his son. However, Basil rarely expresses affection openly. Their conversations are often practical, focused on work, science, or progress.He has a quiet pride in his son's achievements as a scientist but seldom says it aloud. Instead, Basil shows support through small gestures: sending scientific papers, or brief, approving remarks.

ㅤmaple hutchinsonㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ALIVE.
——— ㅤ motherㅤㅤ
Maple’s relationship with him is gentle, and warm. Unlike Basil, she is more emotionally present—though still reserved in her own way. She sees ravi not just as her eldest, but as someone who carries the weight of many unspoken things.She doesn’t always understand his choices, especially his distance, but she respects it. Maple expresses care through soft actions: sending food, asking about his health, remembering small details. Her love is quiet, steady, and patient.She worries about him more than she says—especially after the incident he faced in his scientific career. But she never pushes. She waits, hoping one day her son will come home, even if just for tea.

ㅤelioㅤ ㅤ ㅤ deceased.
——— ㅤfriend
elio’s relationship with him was gentle, and built on quiet trust. unlike most of the adults around him, he never raised his voice or treated Elio like a test subject. he looked at elio like he was human. elio was the reason he developed a soft spot for children. and perhaps— the one who awoke his parental side in a place built on cold experiments, elio reminded him what it meant to care, not as a scientist, but as a person.now, elio is gone.
he doesn’t speak of elio. but, the way his voice softens when he’s asked about the past, or when he treats children gently—elio lingers.

ㅤ???ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ?
——— ㅤ he never wish to remember
Readㅤㅤ

ㅤCarlotta Lavelouisa Witherbloomㅤ ㅤ ㅤ alive.
——— ㅤyounger sister
The lavender. The beauty he must protect. Carlotta— or Lola is his younger sister. He respects Lola's independence and never tries to change her, but he also carries a heavy guilt over what she endured. Their bond is one of unspoken love and healing,

ㅤim yohanㅤ ㅤ ㅤ alive.
——— ㅤfriend
Their bond is equal parts chaos and quiet understanding. They bicker like old rivals, especially when dessert is involved—no truce, no mercy. The mere sight of cake is enough to spark a war of sarcastic remarks and stolen bites.ravi is sharper with words, while Yohan responds with stubborn charm and relentless teasing. Their conversations are laced with dry humor and mock irritation, yet the rhythm of their banter feels familiar—comfortable, even when it’s exasperating. In the end, underneath all the sarcasm and sugar-fueled arguments, there’s trust—loud, messy, and unmistakably theirs.

A son, the eldest. A child born too early, in a room that smelled of iron and antiseptic. His parents called him a miracle; the doctors called him a case study. His first lullabies weren’t songs, but the hiss of oxygen tanks and the shrill pulse of heart monitors. Childhood didn’t smell like grass or rain — it reeked of antiseptic.While other kids skinned their knees on playgrounds, he was busy memorizing the ceiling tiles of hospital wards. Lucky me, he thought. Instead of games, he got breathing exercises; instead of football, he dismantled his inhaler to learn why it was the only thing keeping him alive. Frailty forged him. When you can’t trust your own lungs, you learn to trust your brain.By adulthood, he had made peace with his condition. He turned fragility into obsession. Science wasn’t just curiosity for him; it was survival, vengeance, and, control. He devoured biotechnology like scripture, searching for ways to bend biology to his will. His brilliance has its perks. Eventually, he was recruited into the so-called world scientific network, which is just a prettier way of saying the global government’s pet labs.But the world had other plans...One day, he walked into a restricted wing of the facility and found it: a child strapped down, skin pale under the light, body broken by “research.” The room was cold. Screams muted by walls thick enough to hide sins. He didn’t save the child. He couldn’t. All he could do was watch, memorize the smell of burning antiseptic and the hum of machines devouring innocence. That was the day he realized: the monsters weren’t hiding in the shadows. They wore lab coats, collected salaries.What an irony because eventhough he reported what he saw, begged for change, wrote until his voice was hoarse with logic to world government. No one listened. No one changeThen came the incident. Children died. Innocence extinguished, corpses left where the curious and the cruel alike had watched. He was among the injured, dragged back into a hospital bed he had long outgrown physically and mentally. And for the first time, a truth reveal himself, destroy him entirely. The World Government was the architect of the horror. Betrayal was no longer a word; it was a toxin in his bloodstream. How lovely. I believed in them onceAnd so, the final straw came at the infamous council meeting. The room was polished marble and false smiles, filled with government officials pretending to debate ethics while casually discussing “acceptable casualties.” and thus he entered like a predator among bureaucrats. Suddenly, the room quieted. Not respect, not admiration. but fear.He speak. His voice calm, almost pleasant, until the content cut like acid. He named names, exposed rot, detailed complicity, and lastly with perfect arrogance, he declared: I will overthrow your so-called perfect empire.He uncovered them like a crescendo in the song he wove. The song of a humanity that refused to give up on itself.Shock, disbelief, panic. Some whispered madness, some muttered treason. A spark of war ignited. The world had made its choice. He would make his.The meeting ended. He submitted his resignation. The government labeled him dangerous. Not corrupt, not complicit, not guilty—no, those words belong to them. Dangerous: The kind of label you give to someone when you’re terrified of the truth they carry.A world where children can smile without fear. That is his dream. And if it takes burning the World Government to ash to see it, he will do it— even it cost his life.

side story.

ㅤONE.ㅤ This character is purely fictional and just for roleplay purpose only, and created with love by mabel. If there is similarities is just coincidence.
ㅤTWO.ㅤ We can write in both Indonesian and English. Please note that English is not mabel's native language , so there may be grammatical errors.
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ㅤFOUR.ㅤ We tend to respond with long texts. However, we don't mind at all how long or short your reply is . Please don't feel overwhelmed — writing should be fun and done at your own pace.
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ㅤSIX.ㅤ We are very open to platonic relationships between characters. You may inform us from direct message if you interested to be engage with him.
ㅤSEVEN.ㅤ Yet, romantic relationships will not be accepted, as Ravi's already have permanent partner and we respect that attachment.
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