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 His parents had given him foundations: his father’s rationality, his mother’s kindness. His childhood was spent beneath white ceilings and the sterile hum of hospital machines, where dreams sprouted in the absence of playgrounds.The incident when he was adult had left scars no healing could erase. That betrayal of trust and humanity made him cautious, wary, and emotionally guarded, setting an invisible distance between himself and those around him. His words often carried a bite of sarcasm, not from cruelty, but as a defense, a small rebellion against the world that once tried to break him.And yet, despite his guardedness, there were moments when he acted childlike—dreamy, whimsical, even stubborn in small, petty ways—as though chasing fragments of youth stolen too soon. He still dreamed like children dream: brightly, foolishly, without limits.

ㅤhobbyㅤ Raviel like for assembling puzzles and building miniature models
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, Raviel 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 Raviel 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 as he value his own health, he probably know all the dessert shop and became client.

ㅤbasil witherbloomㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ALIVE.
——— father
Basil’s relationship with his eldest son is distant but not cold. He respects Raviel’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 Raviel’s achievements as a biotechnologist 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 Raviel is gentle, and warm. Unlike Basil, she is more emotionally present—though still reserved in her own way. She sees Raviel not just as her eldest, but as someone who carries the weight of many unspoken things.She doesn’t always understand Raviel’s choices, especially his distance from the family, but she respects them. 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 trauma he faced in his scientific career. But she never pushes. She waits, hoping one day Raviel will come home, even if just for tea.

ㅤelioㅤ ㅤ ㅤ deceased.
——— ㅤfriend
elio’s relationship with raviel was gentle, and built on quiet trust. unlike most of the adults around him, raviel 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
Raviel’s relationship with his younger sister, Carlotta— or Lola is warm and protective. Despite their difference they share a quiet understanding and deep affection.Raviel 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, where Raviel finds comfort in her, and she finds refuge in him.

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.Raviel 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. He born too early, too weak, too fragile. 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, control. He devoured biotechnology like scripture, searching for ways to bend biology to his will. His brilliance has its perks. He climbed fast— scholarships, grants, papers with his name stamped in bold. 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. Reputation? Sharp mind, sharper tongue, and apparently, a stubborn moral compass. People admired, yet scared of him.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, surgical, efficient. 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 a irony because right after that he knew, he was promoted to Deputy Director. Prestigious title— but the trappings of success. At first, he tried to play the part. Reports, letters, official complaints — he wrote them all. Pages filled with evidence, pleas, logic. But no reply. How convenient.Then 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, his optimism cracked entirely. The World Government was the architect of the horror. Betrayal was no longer a word; it was a toxin in his bloodstream. Oh, how lovely. I believed in them onceThe 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.” He entered— slow, and deliberate, a predator among bureaucrats. The room quieted. Not respect, not admiration. but fear.And he speak. His voice calm, almost pleasant, until the content cut like acid. He named names, exposed rot, detailed complicity, and then, with perfect arrogance, he declared: I will overthrow your so-called perfect empire.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 Deputy Director’s chair sat empty; a monument to defiance, arrogance, and the refusal to obey silence. 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—and enjoy every moment.

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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