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AliRevellian

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PFP: Ghost Face | INTP-T | Slytherin | Patronus: Nightjar | Guitarist | Trans man | Aromantic | Asexual | Gynesexual

🎃Schedule🎃
Really confusing, but I'll give a two week example:

If the week is underlined, that means what week it is now

W1 Mon: 5:20-7:00 AM
Tues: 3:30-9:00 PM
Wed: 5:20-7:00 AM, 5:30-9:00 PM
Thu: 5:20-7:00 AM
Fri: 3:30-9:00 PM
Sat: Varies
Sun: Varies


W2 Mon: 5:20-7:00 AM, 3:30-9:00 PM
Tues: 5:20-7:00 AM, 3:30-9:00 PM
Wed: 5:20-7:00 AM, 5:30-9:00 PM
Thu: 5:20-7:00 AM
Fri: N/A
Sat: N/A
Sun: 6:30-9:00 PM


Writers Block ATM?: Well no but I'm going through a dissociation episode so replies may be somewhat infrequent
Current Hyperfixation: Literally anything to do with history at this point - want a historical RP? Count me in!!

!!Warning: Master procrastinator!!
Hello! I'm AliRevellian! You can call me Ali, Revellian, or Rev... well... you can call me anything. At this point, no nicknames are weird. My Discord is Revellian#5910 so there's that.

Every nickname I've ever had (you can call me any of these)
Kyle, Kyle Jenner, Kylie Jenner, Thor, Tony Stark, Pete Wentz, Johnny Depp, Revellian, Poe Dameron, Darth Vader, Lucas George, Germany, High Class/King, Bokuto/Dad/Owl, Brother, Father Po Brella, Romeo/Hubby, Jacarando/Jack Jack, Steen Steen, Intergalactic Space Demon, ACC, KK, Person, Onii-san, Demon Child, Callie Ritmin, Kiwi, Zander, Paranormal Cousin Ali, Aladdin, Prince Ali, Rev


🎃My timezone is EST because eastern America I guess🎃

RPR is like a home to me and I really enjoy the site, and I'll usually be able to reply everyday. I like making new friends and starting new RPs so if something on my profile interests you, no need to be scared to PM me. I promise I don't bite!

Also, don't take it personally if I don't reply! I'm 95% sure I haven't forgotten, but if it would put you more at ease, you can feel free to remind me (as long as I haven't given you a reason for my absence and you've made sure it's nothing to do with my schedule). I'm not self diagnosing, but I'm pretty sure I have ADHD and depersonalization/derealization disorder, so those two could be holding me back as well. I could also be trying to think of a reply or get through a writer's block. If you do remind me, don't be surprised when I reply with tons of 'sorrys'. Some trauma (mental/emotional) has caused me to apologize for absolutely everything. On that note, I'm also pretty sensitive, but won't usually say if you hurt my feelings. Please watch your words!

I'm also a lot of times afraid to drop a RP. I usually only want to do this if my RP partner is only giving me one-liners. Then I will lose interest. If I have to drop a RP with you, please don't take it personally and don't be rude about it, because, as I said, I'm sensitive and that would hurt me worse than I may show. Thank you :)

I have a lot of characters outside of RPR! I desperately need more character slots.I have profile on most of them, so if we're RPing and I want to RP as a character not on this site, I will send you the profile. Ergo, if none of my characters seem to work, pique your interest, or muse well with yours (or you simply have something else in mind) I most likely have the perfect character for what you're looking for. If not, I'll make a new one. I love making new characters every chance I get.
“Favorite…”

-Band: Smash Into Pieces and Ice Nine Kills
-Song: Of All Things by Johannes Bornlöf
-Book: LOTR and The Hobbit. Specifics? Can’t choose
-Poem: The Cremation of Sam McGee by Robert Service
-Movie: Secret Window (I also really like Coraline)
-Series: Tie between Gravity Falls and Clone Wars
-Anime: Yuri!!! On Ice & Death Note
-TV Theme: Game Of Thrones theme
-Holiday: Halloween
-Color: Red
-Animal: Cheetah. Always has been, always will be.
-Food: Ew no *food trauma*
-Drink: Uh, while I like coffee and tea I also really like orange juice and I don’t even know why
-Hobby: Writing and guitar
-YT Channel: I like a lot but my favorites are TFIL and GrayStillPlays
-YT Rabbithole: TFIL Haunted Overnights
-Character: Ahsoka Tano (even before The Mandalorian)
-Superhero Universe: Marvel
-Hero: Iron Man, Deadpool (but he’s an anti-hero), Dr. Strange, Antman (don't judge me, he's funny)
-Villain: Loki, Joker (Heath Ledger preferably), General Grievous, Darth Maul, Hunter (TOH)



"Don't look at this for too long-"

🎃My Spotify Page!🎃

Triggers
Detailed s*xual things, food/eating, anatomy details, stalking, pedophilia, mentions of sickness (the throwing up kind)


Starter Example
-Sunday, September 9th, 2057-
-White River National Forest, Silverthorne, Colorado-



Devla Orellia knelt down by the river, taking a small bowl made of wood out of her bag. They felt their hand around the ground until they felt the cold, rushing water. She carefully filled the bowl with water, getting back to her feet slowly afterward. She carefully made each step on the way back to the large pine tree. There was a path of stones they had left for a trail, and they walked along these, holding the bowl carefully so no water was spilled.

The stone path ended, and Devla crouched down to the ground, feeling for something. She found Archer’s arm, and gave a sly smile. He was hard to wake up, so she splashed the cold water onto him. He hissed a bit in shock, falling back a bit, shaken out of his sleep. He must have stayed up late last night. “Dev-!” he stopped, jumping to his feet, drying his hair with his jackets.

Devla looked up toward where they heard his voice and smirked. “You wouldn’t wake up. What do you want me to do?” they asked, slowly getting up too, hugging their arms around their torso, going on her toes then heels, and so forth.

“Well-” Archer sighed a bit, putting the jacket on and looking at Devla, who was shorter than he. Her black eyes… so empty. It must have been terrible to see nothing but darkness. And it was like they could still see him… they way they just knew where he was whether or not they could actually see him. “Well, you know how dangerous it is for you to go off on your own. I can’t risk you getting hurt again-”

At this, Devla’s smile faltered to a faint scowl. “I know how to do things on my own, Archer,” she said.

“I know you do, but if something happens to you, then it’s my fault, and-”

Devla’s scowl harshened. Before Archer could finish his sentence, they stomped off. They had a very thin temper… and Archer was really good at annoying them. With how independent Devla was, it was hard for him not to make her mad. He had to protect her, though. It was his job now. Archer rubbed his temples and went after them. “Dev, look, you know I’m only trying to protect you.”

Devla stopped in her tracks, fidgeting with the sleeves of her red button up she had draped over a t-shirt. “I know-” she choked a little on her words. For her whole life, no one cared about her enough to try and protect her. They had yet to get used to it. After a few seconds, they turned on their heels, and faced Archer. They found his hand and took a hold of it.

She was scared. She was so scared.

They had to leave this place now, though. The two of them packed the few things they had, and as they left the wooded area, Devla used a pocket knife to scrape a stick into a stake. Not that there were any vampires, but stakes could kill more than just blood-sucking monsters. Archer had long given up telling them they shouldn’t use knives because they couldn’t see what they were doing. She got cut a lot. It didn’t bother her anymore. She already had countless scars all over her.

Every step felt heavy, like the both of them didn’t want to keep going. It was so hard to keep going now. It had been years since the two ran from conforming to society. Ever since the Humaiteyes came into the picture, the real world went down. Devla couldn’t see it, but Archer could, and he would describe how everything looked to her sometimes. She always hated how it sounded.

Devla didn’t get much comfort from things anymore. Whittling was somewhat helpful, but not enough. It was never enough. The sounds of leaves and twigs crunching under her steps brought her memories of her old life… ones they wished to go back to. But she hated to ever think of walking with anyone but Archer right now. If their parents ever found them again, her life would just be over. They sighed through their nose, listening for Archer’s movements so they could follow him.


Reply example
But then... of course... there was that strange girl. Reverie kept thinking about her. And her wings. How confusing. He desperately wanted to know more about her. Would that be creepy? No, surely not. He assured himself it wasn't because it was an odd ordeal, but he also didn't see her as a person who was just allowed to do what she wanted. Her talking to Reverie may have gotten her into trouble. Well, maybe not. Maybe no one noticed, but Reverie didn't like the idea of her being punished because he was just far too curious about her.

There was some part of him that just wanted to help her though. He was leaving Earth soon anyway. He hated that, but there was nothing he could do about it. But he wanted to help her so bad. He had tried before, but she was mad about that. Maybe he should keep his distance?

No, his mind said to him as he looked up the wall surrounding the mansion he was able to find again. No, it would be the right thing to do. Yes, but he wasn't supposed to do the right thing. He scowled a bit. You know, who cares about the rules? He didn't. And she shouldn't. There was a 90% chance, Reverie assumed, that Juliet knew where her wings were. If he had the ability to help her escape with the wings, then she'd be okay, right?

How far would they have to go so the men don't follow? Reverie thought on this for a moment...

Belgium. That's it. Belgium. Across the ocean... not a big deal. It wouldn't be too hard to get to if they both could fly (if she fixed her wings. If not, he could help her). And Belgium was just about 1 hour and 40 minutes away from Aachen, Germany. Well, maybe that was why he chose Belgium more. Juliet could be far from her captors, but Reverie may also be able to find the three.

No, he wasn't allowed to. That was strictly against the rules. But, again, who cares about the rules? Besides, Satan wouldn't be able to find him in Belgium if he blended in, which he could do. He smiled slyly, and, with the black rose in his hands, teleported the flower into the mansion to wherever Juliet was. As a sign that she would hopefully understand.

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Rave Reviews

This person writes really nice Kudos! I saw them on the Kudos page and thought how many of these people I'd like to RP with. Thanks, AliRevellian! :) (Also I saw him giving suggestions in a thread earlier. Clearly a helpful person. Looking forward to seeing more stuff of his around the site! :P ) :) Kind and understanding Helpful - Shinyrainbowlithogra
I'll admit I used to be a one-liner but now that I see what long posts can do to drive the plot forward I will definitely be taking that skill. Ali has great long posts that give everyone the info they need. I would definitely RP with Ali again! Really good at making sure people are comfortable in the direction the RP is going! Wonderful writer Long posts - FrostWolf

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