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 Posted: Mon Jul 26, 2010 6:38 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 26, 2010 6:39 pm
UNDER CONSTRUCTION AHHHHHHHHHHHH Last updated: 12 June 2011If you'd like to roleplay with Reverie, feel free to either ask me in the shop thread or through PM~
[Plots]
For more in-dept information of Revi's personality and quirks, you can check out her non-Asylum profile here because I will most likely stop updating this journal as much.  Some things to consider»Revi has a foul mouth. 'Damn' and 'hell' are extremely common and she will occasionally drop an f-bomb. She does, however, try to bite her tongue around patients that she thinks of as children. If you happen to be offended by foul language, you can always request that I tone it down.
»Narratives are in gray. Speech and thought are in raspberry. Hallucinations/nightmares/flashbacks where her Leader is talking will be in green.
»Very rarely do I type out Revi's accent; what you're seeing is her slang. She shortens and slurs words because she's lazy.
»I try to respond to roleplays ASAP, so if you see me out and about in the main thread, then I have probably already responded. I hardly ever post a tag. random to-do list:: -Re-organize the info in her bio
-add in more to her story (about her first meeting with her leader in the brothel)
-add in more info about her speech (occasional Irish slips/slang)
-find a voice for her >':Banners :: Kitsai
Font :: Klee CapScript
Please do not copy my journal layout in any way, shape, or form. Come up with your own.
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Posted: Mon Jul 26, 2010 6:43 pm
 Name :: [true name unknown] Goes by Reverie
Name :: Birth name unknown - goes by Reverie (stage name) - [rev-uh-ree]
Aliases ::
» Revi - [rev-ee]
» Songbird, Mockingbird, Chickadee (various people including Crow and Ship)
» Harpy (troupe mates)
Race :: Exact species unknown - some sort of bird
Ethnicity :: Unknown - considers herself English
Birthplace :: Unknown - presumably Northern Ireland
Birth date :: Unknown - possibly late winter/early spring
Age :: Unknown [18] - assumes that she is somewhere between 18 and 20
Sexual Orientation :: Straight - acts somewhat asexual at times
Height :: 5'2" (5'6" with heels)
Weight :: 117 lbs (surprisingly very light for some reason; not technically underweight)
Measurements :: bust 34" / waist 22" / hips 32" (32C-22-32)
Body Type :: Slender and petite ; appears to be a healthy weight with toned legs
Hair :: Medium shade of reddish brown ; soft and wavy ; medium length that goes past her shoulders by a few inches (grows it out over the years) ; typically worn in a loose ponytail over one shoulder (later on it is worn in a side braid)
Eyes :: Green ; inquisitive, dreamy, determined
Skin :: Somewhat pale with a delicate pink flush
Markings::
» Troupe tattoo on the left side of her neck above her collar bone
» Raspberry colored markings around the corners of her eyes (often mistaken as makeup), on both sides of her hips, and on both ankles
» Twin scars on her shoulder blades from where her wings once were
» Raspberry and green tail feathers along with green and white feathers that grow out from behind her ears. Her tail feathers are much like a peacock or a turkey's, with the long flashy "train" that can fan out.
Voice:: Due to her mimicry abilities, she can easily change the pitch of her voice, so depending on her mood, her voice has the potential to change.
» Regular - Aly & AJ Michalka (sounds more like AJ, the straight haired one, but her voice can shift between the two)
[examples: [Do You Believe in Magic] ; [Potential Breakup Song] ;[Walkin' on Sunshine] ; [If I Could Have You Back] ; [Chemicals React]]
» Angry - Kaine from Nier [example: [Kaine Teaser]]
Speech::
» Lazy - Speaks in a very casual, slangy manner and sometimes slurs her words together (somethin', th', ya, fer, etc.). Her speech becomes noticeably more proper when she is being serious.
» Verbal tic - Yeah? Right? Ya know? / says certain words twice (okay, okay or well, well...)
» Vulgar - Cusses a lot.
» English accent - not particularly heavy, obvious on words such as little or without (wivout) [example: [Pixie Lott - Poker Face]]
» Northern Irish accent - almost non-existent, but occasionally slips out (ya know?, y'alright?, arse, sorry) [example: [ x ] ; [:23]]
» Copycat - She may sometimes unintentionally pick up on other peoples' speech patterns if she spends enough time with them resulting in her sometimes pronouncing random words very strangely compared to her usual accent.
Languages ::
» Fluent - English, French
» Semi-fluent - Swedish (has trouble reading and writing)
» Bits and pieces from various other languages such as German and Danish
Family ::
» Mother - presumably a prostitute by the name of Annabelle
» Father - unknown
» Siblings - none that she knows of
» Significant other - none
» Children - none
Occupation :: Former member of a performance troupe; currently a patient at the Asylum
Current Residence :: The Asylum
Religion :: lololol what?
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Posted: Mon Jul 26, 2010 6:50 pm
Don't judge me, don't look down on me, don't pity me. I know what you're thinking, I know what the look in your eyes means and I do not want it. So stop it. I'm not broken, and I don't need your help so stop trying to fix me.  »Vulgar, masculine+ Despite having a young and girlishly sweet face, Revi has a sharp tongue
+ and crude way of speaking. She often curses and speaks in a sharp
+ tone, especially when angry. Despite her rough ways, Revi longs to be seen
+ as a "pretty girl" or "sweet flower," yet at the same time, she dislikes people
+ looking down on her like she is too fragile or delicate. Unfortunately, she
+ tends to lash out at people that tell her that she's "not cute at all," only
+ making the person think worse of her.I want to be able to shout and yell and fight and stand on my own two feet without being called a crude woman.»Temperamental, impulsive+ Revi is quick to anger and often says or does things that she later regrets -
+ not that she lets anyone know of her guilt. A bit of a rash person, Revi jumps
+ head first into dangerous situations, claiming that things such as consequences
+ and plans are simply "small details."I wish I could apologize, but you've already closed off your ears to me.»Self-centered, insecure+ Simply put, Revi enjoys being at the center of attention. The sound of
+ applause fuels her heart because as an entertainer, she loves nothing
+ more than the smiles of her audience and the people around her.
+ Revi wishes to rise to the top and to be respected because she fears
+ being seen as worthless trash. If anything, Revi seems to have a slight
+ inferiority complex - not that she lets anyone know about it.
I want you to tell me that I'm a good girl. Please praise me. Look at me, just look at me.»Open-minded, cautious+ Due to her upbringing, Revi has seen all types of people in her short
+ lifetime. No matter how strange or bizarre a person may look or act
+ she will treat them just like anyone else, which may or may not be a
+ bad thing. Though it doesn't always show, Revi seems to be particularly
+ wary of men and children. However, once her trust has been earned, Revi
+ acts absurdly loyal to the person, acting as if anything bad between them
+ had been forgotten.I trust you, so please don't hurt me. »Kind-hearted, generous+ Although Revi's overall personality may rub some people the wrong way,
+ she is a genuine girl that seems to have a soft spot for orphans, the
+ unloved, the pitiful, etc. In the past, she would often spend her
+ performance earnings on food and candies for the local orphans or stray
+ animals. By nature, Revi is protective and will unleash all hell on whoever
+ dares to harm anyone or anything that "belongs" to her.Please, don't say that... because I understand. I understand more than anyone else right now. I know.»Physical, dreamy+ Revi is most comfortable when she is able to touch whomever she is speaking
+ to, whether it be her hand or theirs on a shoulder or cheek. She has a habit to
+ reach out to other people, touching their arms or their faces, sometimes
+ angering those that do not enjoy physical contact. When asked why she
+ unconsciously does such a thing, Revi simply states that the action reassures her.
+ During conversation, she can be seen constantly twirling her hair, stroking her tail,
+ fingering her pendant, etc. Revi also has a bad habit of zoning out and getting lost
+ in her own thoughts.Could you pat me on the head? Could you stroke my cheek or touch my shoulder? Could you just lie
a little and tell me that everything will be okay?»Observant, oblivious+ Revi has an excellent memory and often makes several mental notes about the
+ people around her, whether or not she has ever spoken to them.
+ However, she often plays dumb and pretends not to pick up on the small
+ details in order to get the upper hand should her enemies underestimate her.
+ Those around her tend to think of her as simple-minded and childish due to the
+ fact that she seems to treat many situations like games. When faced with a tough
+ decision, she'll often ask her companions a quick question and provide them with
+ two choices as if they were at a selection screen in a video game. (i.e. "Useful, yes
+ no?" or "Quick, friend or foe? Forward or back?")I'm not as stupid as you think I am, you presumptuous fool.»Innocent, comfortable+ Despite Revi's typically skimpy wardrobe, she is actually rather innocent-minded. She's rather oblivious when it comes to sexual advances and flirting (possibly due to the fact that she only pays attention to her Leader and she doesn't care about other men). Although Revi will crack a crude joke every now and then, she is slow at picking up on sexual innuendos. She understands the basics of sex, but doesn't seem to understand the "obsession" that everyone has with it due to her early childhood. Her innocent ways sometimes makes situations awkward for others because Revi is completely comfortable with stripping down in front of others. She often took baths with her Leader and changed in front of her troupe mates so she sees nothing wrong with nudity.Chill out, it's just a bit of skin!Hey, don't you dare turn your goddamn back on me. Don't be so weak, don't give up so easily, don't call me a dreamer just because you're too afraid to step forward yourself. I'm real and you're real, we're alive, right here right now, so what the hell have you got to lose?
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Posted: Mon Jul 26, 2010 6:58 pm
+ + + + +animal's voice so long as she has memorized the sound.
+ + + + +The longer she listens to the person's voice, the
+ + + + +better her mimicking gets. Whenever she encounters a
+ + + + +new person, she often spends the first few minutes of
+ + + + +the conversation carefully listening to their voice for
+ + + + +future reference, giving off the false impression that
+ + + + +she is shy and quiet. Revi can easily mimic a phrase or
+ + + + +a word that somebody has said, but in order to mimic the
+ + + + +person's actual voice, she has to listen carefully.
Traits :: Has excellent hearing and sharp eyesight. She is also
+ + +++very lightweight.
Weapon :: Feet - Revi uses her stiletto boots to leave bruises
+ + + + ++and painful marks on her enemies, especially since
+ + + + ++she has very strong legs. Outside of the Asylum, Revi
+ + + + ++Guns - Outside of the Asylum, Revi was also rather
+ + + + ++proficient with guns - though, she was by no means a
+ + + + ++master marksman or anything of the sort.
Attack Pattern :: Revi is relatively weak and is mostly a
+ + + + + + + ++defensive fighter. She uses her stealth
+ + + + + + + ++to elude enemies and her acrobatics to avoid
+ + + + + + + ++getting hit; however, when confronted she relies
+ + + + + + + ++on speedy kicks and fancy tricks to confuse
+ + + + + + + ++and take down her target. Like an animal, if Revi
+ + + + + + + ++gets cornered then she will resort to dirty fighting
+ + + + + + + ++in order to free herself (hair pulling, biting, going
+ + + + + + + ++for weak spots such as the eyes, neck, or groin).
Weaknesses :: Revi lacks skill when it comes to hand-to-hand
+ + + + + + + combat due to the fact that all of her strength is in her
+ + + + + + + lower body. She has poor defenses due to her skimpy attire
+ + + + + + + (she's dressed for a show, not for a fight); however, Revi
+ + + + + + + is rather resilient (or stubborn) and can take a few hits before
+ + + + + + + going down. Although it is not particularly obvious, Revi has a
+ + + + + + + fear of fire and getting burned. Despite the fact that her long tail
+ + + + + + + extension enhances her performances, it turns into a handicap
+ + + + + + + in battle. The tail is hooked onto a belt loop on the back of her
+ + + + + + + shorts and it can be yanked on by her opponents (which will
+ + + + + + + result in either ripped pants or her getting caught). However,
+ + + + + + + Revi has made it a habit to wrap her tail around her waist to
+ + + + + + + prevent getting caught. The two belts that she wears loosely
+ + + + + + + on her hips can also be grabbed. All of her jewelry is also
+ + + + + + + rather unsafe. She's basically a big walking pile of fighting
+ + + + + + + handicap in close range combat.
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Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2010 5:17 pm
Though the exact origins of the child were unknown, it was often whispered among the townsfolk that she was the b*****d child of a whore and her client. Raised in a bordello by her supposed mother and the other women, she was always hushed and covered up whenever possible."A whore's child. That woman is willing to sleep with just about anyone or anything to earn a quick buck. Pathetic."Somewhere along the line, the woman that would sometimes pat her head and apologize - the one that she never once called mother - fell ill and passed away. The child that was often called "abomination" and "monster" was thrown around the bordello, handed from one woman to the next. She grew sick of the fake giggles and the suffocating plumes of perfume, of the shady men and their toothy smiles. The small child stole away into the night, sleeping in the shadows and letting her fingers find their way into the pockets of passersby."Look at that thing. I suppose not even the whore house would want to keep something like that."She would cover herself in rags because no one wanted to see her dreadful wings or the bizarre tail feathers that peeked out from under the dirty dress that clung to her frail frame. Especially not the local children. They were, without a doubt, the cruelest."Ew, what are these disgusting things? We don't want to look at them anymore!"Her yelps of pain were drowned out by the snickers and laughter of the children as they pinned her down, setting her wings ablaze. The flames illuminated their twisted smiling faces as her horrified screams fell on deaf ears. No one wanted to help a monster. Nobody would ever help a monster. She sobbed helplessly, her face pressing into the dirt of the alley as the flames traveled down to her dirty dress licking at the tender skin on her back. Her heart seemed to skip a beat as a shout sliced through the air. She listened carefully as someone slapped at the children, violently shooing them away from her battered body. She flinched away as her wings were put out and sobbed pitifully as large heads cupped her face and slowly helped her up. She turned her head upwards, looking into the face of a young man. She remembered him. He had been a client at that place sometime ago. He had called her over to him, telling her to remove the heavy cloak she was always forced to drape over her head. He had ordered the young child to turn around in front of him slowly as his blue eyes flickered over her wings and tail. He ignored and even hushed the protests of the women draped on his arms, never once taking his eyes off of the child. He had told her that she was beautiful as he raised the glass of wine to his smirking lips. Yes, she remembered him."Come here. I won't hurt you."He picked her up gently, wrapping her in his coat, not caring that blood would forever stain the inside. He rushed her to safety to treat the wounds on her back. Unfortunately, her small wings were unsalvageable and she was left with two long scars on her shoulder blades that would always remind her of the cruelty she had been subjected to. He told her that she was lucky that she would not have any unsightly burn scars. He was an annoyingly optimistic man."Why don't you come along with me, child? I'll take care of you. I'll protect you. I promise."The man took her under his wing and stole her away from that damned town. He was the leader of a troupe of performers, of acrobats and dancers. His troupe traveled from place to place, putting on shows for those that would watch and oh, how she loved it. She loved the gravity defying tricks that the others did, the smiles and amazement of the audience, the bright colors and the starry nights. But she loved him most of all. She loved his clear blue eyes and loose blond hair and how he would strut out in front of the audience to crack jokes before introducing his loyal performers. She loved his devil may cry attitude and his looks of pure acceptance and the way he would flop into his chair after a long day and tell her to come sit in his lap. She loved his warm breath above her head as he curled around her protectively at night while she slept and she loved the smiles he always gave to her and her alone. Of course, the best thing that he had ever given her was her name. He had pulled her aside one night and knelt down in front of her small body, patting her head gently."You need a name, my dear. Can I call you Reverie? My Reverie... for the dream in your heart and the fantasy in your eyes."After some time, she insisted on learning how to perform alongside the other troupe members. In order to prove her worth Reverie practiced whenever she could, quickly becoming the best acrobat in the troupe, much to the disdain of the others. The women quickly turned on her, jealous of the attention that their leader gave to her while the men pegged her as a cheeky brat. They would often sneer at her behind her back every time she would go into the leader's tent to sleep."Leader's whore."The years rolled along and Reverie soon found herself in her late teens and she was the best that there was. She could fly without wings and yet... she could not earn the respect of her troupe mates. She would shrug off their nasty comments and their jealous glares; she wouldn't let their words get to her. No. The only words that mattered to Reverie were the words of praise her leader gave to her after every show as he patted her head lovingly."Yes, you're my good girl. You did a wonderful job, absolutely splendid!"Her beloved leader had eventually begun forcing Reverie to sleep in her own tent; he had been distancing himself from her and it hurt her greatly, but she knew that he was only doing so in order to stop the gossip that circulated amongst the other troupe members. He was only protecting her. However, one night he had called Reverie to his tent. There he sat in his trademark chair with a bottle and glass of wine at his table as he looked at her through half-lidded eyes with a relaxed smile hanging onto his lips. His loose shirt was half unbuttoned and he tapped his foot rhythmically, slouching in the chair slightly. He had been drinking. She could smell the alcohol on his breath even from the tent's entrance and it bothered her a bit. She found herself hesitating.
He whispered softly under his breath that she was beautiful, reminiscent of their first meeting, and slowly uncrossed his legs while holding out his arms to her expectantly. Of course, Reverie's eyes lit up at the familiar motion and she strode over to sit in his lap as if she were still that small child from the past. She remembered the body that she had curled into as he carried her away from that grimy alleyway. She remembered the hands that would gingerly wipe away her tears whenever she tripped while practicing. She remembered the arms that would shield her from the stones and pebbles children would sometimes throw at her. She remembered the lips that would curl into a sympathetic smile as he would tell her that everything was okay.
But he was drunk. So drunk.
The impossibly strong arms that pinned her down were not the same. The hands that groped at her body and tugged at her shorts were different. The lips that kissed at her were not the ones that she remembered and the way he whispered her name did not make her smile or laugh. His eyes were no longer full of the laughter or joy that she was so familiar with; instead, he peered down at her with a craved look of desperation. The man that tainted and violated her body was not the same leader that had taken care of and raised her. It was not the same man that she respected, idolized, and loved."Whore."A single beam of moonlight shone brightly from the loose tent flap as she sobbed silently, completely helpless in the arms of her beloved leader. She found herself praying that none of the other troupe members would walk by and see. Her lips would part to let out a cry, but no sound would come out. There was nothing.Please, stop.She spent the night crying a lifetime of tears, eventually waking up the man that had fallen asleep beside her abused body. He reached out to her, regret and sorrow in his eyes, but she scooted away frantically, biting him as he tried to apologize.
He panicked.
He forced her into her clothes as he pinned her down, binding her hands and legs roughly, muffling her screams for help. Luckily for him, no one else was awake yet. He spirited her away in the early hours of the day knowing exactly where to go. He had chosen pride and reputation over trust and love. He dropped her off at the Asylum in order to cover up his drunken mistakes. "Please. Please don't look at me with those accusing eyes of yours... my Reverie. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."He hastily gave her a goodbye kiss on her tear-stained cheek, guilt gnawing at his heart, but he ignored her sobs as she begged and screamed for him to stay."Please don't! Stay with me! Don't leave me here, don't leave me here in the dark! You promised me! You promised!"
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Posted: Mon Aug 09, 2010 9:56 pm
+ +✖Green Pendant
+ ++A cheap trinket that was purchased for her by her leader.
+ ++Her first gift.
+ + + + +"Look at how it matches your eyes, pretty isn't it? For you."
+ +✖Star-shaped locket
+ ++A small gold locket that was given to Revi by her leader
+ ++after her first performance. No one knows what's inside.
+ + + + +"Because you too will shine among the stars one day, my Reverie."
+ +✖Tail extension
+ ++A long and silky tail extension given to her by her leader in
+ ++order to enhance her performances. Extremely soft and fluffy
+ ++at the base. Revi takes very good care of it because of the
+ ++amount of money her leader spent on it. She practiced day
+ ++and night in order to get used to the tail.
+ + + + +"...so that you can touch all of the hearts of those in the audience,
+ + + + +just as you had touched mine."
+ +✖Multiple rings
+ ++Right hand: wing on thumb, silver band on pointer
+ ++Left hand: crown on thumb, silver band on pinky
+ + + + +"Wings for freedom, crown for princess, and the other rings? Well,
+ + + + +I just like to spoil you, love."
+ +✖Candy
+ ++Various candies can be found tucked into Reverie's pockets
+ ++even though she does not have a sweet tooth herself. Back
+ ++when she still traveled with her troupe, she would keep the
+ ++spare candies on herself just in case there was no merchant
+ ++nearby when she happened to run into a child. She typically
+ ++uses the candies as a peace offering.
+ + + + +"D-do you like sweets?"
+ +✖Butterfly ornament
+ ++A small handmade raspberry colored butterfly that Revi uses
+ ++to tie her hair. It was given to her by a child that had attended
+ ++one of her performances.
+ + + + +"The color matches you, miss. I hope you like it."
+ +✖Leader's true name
+ ++Though not a physical object, Reverie prizes the fact that she
+ ++is the only person in the group to know the leader's true name.
+ + + + +"Because you are precious, I will tell you a secret, my Reverie..."
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Posted: Fri Oct 01, 2010 8:53 pm
»Troupe Leader - ???Despite having been betrayed by the person she trusted most, she still seems to idolize the man to the point of obsession. She often says things like "Leader once said something like that" or "Oh, Leader got it for me..." However, Revi is still extremely bitter and sometimes refers to him as a traitor. Oddly enough she seems to be more horrified over the fact that he had abandoned her, rather than the fact that he had raped her. She talks about her Leader as if he were two completely different people. She is plagued by nightmares of him."How could you....?"»Troupe Mates - ???Revi had a rather rocky relationship with her troupe mates. She did not particularly get along with any of them; however, there were a few that treated her with a bit of kindess from time to time. Similar to Revi, all of her troupe mates were given stage names by their Leader. Lion's Pride (Leo), Eloquence (Elli), Summer Dream (Summer), Reminiscence (Remina), etc."How many times have I told you not to do that?! I ********' swear..."»Lucine Cheshmere - Friend, roommate; KittyRevi thinks of Lulu as a pitifully naive girl and seems to think of her as a pet or something of the sort. She is often shocked by the younger girl's foolishly optimistic and childish ways and seems to go into 'big sister mode' whenever Lulu is around. However, despite all of this, Revi is rather fond of the girl and finds her antics rather adorable."Lulu! Are you okay?"»Lennox Perizada- Friend; Adventuring buddyThey had a rather rough start, but Revi has warmed up to Lennox ever since they went out scavenging together. She initially thought of Lennox as rather weak due to his appearance and nature, but quickly changes her mind after he stands up to their attacker. She secretly admires his levelheadedness and calm demeanor. She is often in awe at how kindhearted the fairy is."You're... very dramatic~!"»Shu Ainame - Friend; Stupid b***h, vampy, blood stainRevi seems to have a "tough love" relationship with Shu. She often calls her creepy, strange, stupid, naive, foolish, etc. and has a tendency to hit and push her aside, yet Revi still cares about the well-being of Shu. Sometimes."Are you an idiot?"»Cassandra Adams - Friend; Magic ninja partnerDespite how close Cassie is to Revi's age, she tends to think of the girl as a small child. Revi is often amused at the girl's childish antics and tends to play along with her often, acting much sillier than usual."Aw, Cassie's such a good girl. Yes she is~"»Bambi - Friend; TurtleneckDespite his somewhat creepy appearance and actions, Revi tends to ignore this and likens him to a child. She thinks of Bambi's "princess" and "bride" comments as cute... as if they were playing pretend - clearly, she doesn't take him very seriously. She is secretly pleased by the fact that he calls her 'songbird'."You are just too cute!"»Phae Psittaci- Friend; fellow bird---"---"»Analys - Enemy; uptight/dumb b***hAlready irked by the fact that Analys had insulted Kari's outfit, Revi had decided to tease the girl. However, after seeing Lulu nearly hit by Analys' tail, Revi absolutely despises Analys and wishes to rip out her throat for trying to injure her friend."It's called getting a sense of humor, you uptight b***h!"»Kari King- Friend; Pinky---"---"»Aiyana Philemon- ???; Flower chickie---"Aw, aren't you just adorable? So pretty!"»Tonny Forte- Friend; Red---"What was that sound? Is someone dying?!"
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Posted: Fri Oct 01, 2010 9:39 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2011 1:22 pm
»Lennox x Reverie :: The two of them befriend each other and decide to go scavenging together.»Roscielle x Reverie :: Revi nearly runs over a dazed Rosc in the courtyard while practicing her acrobatics. She offers to show the new girl around the Asylum.»Lutwidge x Reverie :: INACTIVE»Drew x Reverie :: INACTIVE»Scales x Reverie :: INACTIVE»Rory x Reverie :: INACTIVEImportant Notes
Information that has been established through roleplay.
»Lucine Cheshmere is Revi's current roommate.
»Currently, the lock to Revi's room is broken.
»Her room has a (stolen) mattress and a small drawer/dresser thing (that she often kicks or throws when angry). There is no bed frame ("it's a safety hazard")
»She will make up nicknames for others that are usually based on hair color (Red), species (Kitty), or clothes/manner of dress (Turtleneck or Pinky).
»She has trouble learning new languages due to the fact that even though she can easily repeat what's being said, she isn't truly understanding it.
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Posted: Sat May 07, 2011 4:47 pm
 #oo1 ; hallucinations, wordless, betrayal
She sat on the end of her creaky mattress in complete silence, her fingers twisting into the thin blanket behind her. Her breaths came out in short pants and she ground her teeth together as green eyes darted all around the room before settling onto the figure before her. She seemed to fidget slightly as several seconds ticked by at an agonizing pace.
He looked so damn real and it just wasn't fair.
He stood there before the young and clearly uncomfortable girl in all of his 6'4" glory. His blond hair was just as she remembered it: loose and feathery as it fluttered in his face. He wore a loose white shirt with a fancy embroidered vest along with long, dark brown pants tucked into dark boots. He looked so crisp, so pristine, so...
Perfect.
His blue eyes stared at her in the most piercing manner, sending chills down her spine. His mouth was moving, twisting and contorting itself to form the words that she remembered; however, there was no sound. She could still remember his voice and the words that he had said.I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.But she knew that no matter how many times he uttered those words, it would never be okay. She knew that no matter how many times she saw him standing there, looking so broken even though she was the one being betrayed, it would never be enough. No matter how many times he said it, no matter how many times he showed up before her, no matter what... it would never be enough because those weren't the right words.
She wasn't exactly curious; she knew what he could have said, what he would have said. She knew what the words were. She knew that they were right there. Right there.
But it just didn't happen.
She wanted to reach out and touch him again. She wanted to bury her face in his chest and inhale his scent until she got dizzy again. She wanted him to steal her away again like he had some-18 years ago. She wanted him to be real again. Her eyes were beginning to burn from the unblinking stare that she was giving him as she watched his lips move silently.
She willed for him to speak up. She willed for him to step forward and reach out to her. She willed for him to change his mind and take her with him. She goddamn willed for him to say those simple words, but he just wouldn't do it.
Of course he wouldn't! He wasn't really there. She was seeing things again. Her mind was playing tricks on her like it did every morning. She was stuck on replay. However, despite all of this she still wanted to hear those words so badly.My Reverie... I'm sor -She knew what the words were and how she wished that she didn't. She knew that the words were there and that they could have been said and she hated the world for giving her that knowledge. If only she had blinked at that moment in time. If only she had shaken her head or flailed a little more desperately, if only she looked away or screamed a little louder then maybe... just maybe, she wouldn't have seen it.
Maybe she wouldn't have seen those three simple words that she needed to hear so badly hanging onto his lips as he turned to walk away.
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Posted: Mon May 30, 2011 8:44 pm
#oo2 ; memories, purity, nostalgic
"Did you scrub behind your ears?"
"Yes!"
"Are you suuuure?"
"Yes! I don't get why you always ask me 'cause I --"
"Hm, looks like you missed a spot, my dear Reverie. Riiight here."
And then he'd reach forward and push her over as she was trying to get out of the tub. She would stumble backwards dangerously - he would never let her hit her head on the wall or tub, though - and then she would fall back into the water with a splash, getting her fresh towel, the walls, and her Leader wet. She was fourteen - or maybe fifteen? Something like age had never been important to her anyway, the only number that mattered to her was how many birthdays she got to celebrate with him... but she was roughly fourteen, or so, and she was still taking baths.
And he was still supervising her bath times by the tub; to make sure that she didn't drown (he claimed), but she was pretty sure that he only stuck around to tease her because it was the same thing every day. He'd always ask her that same question as she started to get out and reach for the towel, and she'd always chirp in the positive, and he'd always push her back into the water.
And every now and then, she'd managed to grab onto the loose fabric of his shirt and he'd come tumbling down into the water with her. They'd both be laughing by then with her holding his face in her hands, trying to be mad. And then with his blond hair sticking to his face in the funniest ways, he'd lean forward and press his lips to her forehead.
It was always the same. As found in [ link]
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Posted: Mon May 30, 2011 8:46 pm
#oo3 ; memories, advice, lethargic It was a warm spring day - one of those lazy days where everyone just lounged around and even though there was a massive list of things to do, everyone cried out that there was "nothing to do!"
It was a warm, lazy spring day and a younger Revi (perhaps she was about 14 or 15?) was laying on an unmade bed in the large tent that her Leader had pitched up a day or two before. The entire troupe had decided to stop in a pleasantly grassy area with a convenient river for the time-being. They had been on their way to the next French town on the map, but the horses had gotten tired and everyone was getting a bit antsy. They all spent the first night goofing around and drinking around a toasty bonfire and the second day they had spent exercising and now... they were all ridiculously bored on the third day. They would probably pack up and continue on their way tomorrow morning. That was how the pattern usually went.
Revi hadn't even bothered to change out of her sleeping clothes this morning. She had on one of her Leader's loose, white button-up shirts along with a pair of panties and nothing else. The shirt was large and barely even hung onto her small frame, but that was what made it comfortable (or so she claimed). The familiar scent of her Leader's pricey cologne wafted from the shirt and added to the lazy atmosphere. Revi lay on her stomach with some playing cards in her hand as she bit her lip in a thoughtful manner. She had lost the card game. Revi let out a long sigh and shuffled the cards to start a new game.
There was a peaceful hum in the tent as her Leader told her about the time he had tricked one of the other performers, Leo, into giving Summer, another performer, her least favorite kind of flower (and everyone knew that Summer was too kind to decline the gift, especially since she was particularly fond of Leo, so she ended up having a vase full of flowers that she hated for about a week or two). Revi eyed her cards carefully before looking over at her Leader over the top of her cards. He was seated comfortably in his usual chair with his cards resting loosely in one hand while the other hand made motions to match his story. He had on a white shirt similar to the one that Revi was currently wearing (exactly how many of the same white shirt did he own anyway?) and much like the one that Revi had on, his shirt was also only buttoned up half-way. However, his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows due to the heat. He tapped his dark boot against the leg of his chair in a rhythmic manner and stopped his story to smile over at Revi once he noticed that she had been observing him. She rolled her eyes at him and went back to focusing on her cards. She felt her entire body tense up at the lack of her Leader's mellifluous voice. There was always something about that voice of his that always relaxed her. Though he typically used that charming English accent of his to win over others, he only ever spoke to Revi in the softest and most gentle manner.
There was a long silence between the two before her Leader suddenly stood up from his chair, leaving his cards at the table, and began to pace back and forth in front of Revi.
"You know, men are low -"
"You're not even trying and you win!"
"- creatures."
Revi huffed and threw down her cards in a frustrated manner before rolling over onto her back. She tilted her head over the edge of the bed and followed her Leader's figure with bright green eyes. "Yeah? Is that so?"
"Oh, of course, my Reverie. They're also simple. So simple. Just remember that if you're ever in a pinch - and god forbid that something would ever happen to you, my dear - just tear up a bit, yes? Cry a little. Only the most vile kind of man could withstand the sight of a darling girl crying. And even if the crying doesn't get him to stop whatever it is he is doing to you... well, it may just catch him off guard." He rubbed at his chin thoughtfully as he continued to pace back and forth. He clapped his hands together and turned to Revi, giving her a questioning look. "Feminine wiles, my dear!"
"Uh huh. But I don't need t' worry 'bout somethin' like that 'cause you'll always be there for me, right?"
"Oh, of course! But I'm just saying, my love. Just in a case. A little advice never hurt anyone after all, yes?" There was another short pause before he continued walking around the spacious tent. "They're very easy to trick. Men, I mean. If someone else is willing to do it for you -"
"Then let them!" She let out a jovial laugh and snapped her fingers at him in a teasing manner.
"Exactly, my clever Reverie... Why waste your time and energy if there's someone else there willing to waste their time and energy for you, yes?"
He strode over to the large bed and flopped down on his back next to Revi. He began to whistle an upbeat tune as he brushed a few loose strands of light blond hair out of his eyes. Revi rolled over onto her side and sat up. She crawled over and sat down on her Leader's lap as she leaned over his reclining form and pinched at his cheek with a playful smirk. He looked up at Revi through lidded eyes and let out a soft sigh as he reached up to tuck a lock of loose hair behind her ear. His hand lingered by her head for a few seconds before he decided to twirl a lock of her soft, wavy hair between his fingers.
"Do you understand, my dear?"
Revi let go of his cheek and instead decided to focus on his chest. She pushed away the white fabric of his half-buttoned shirt and began to trace over the familiar tattoo that was located over his heart. "Yeah. Of course I understand."
"...Good. That's my good girl."
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 4:54 pm
new layout post order
intro
intro
basic info
personality
hobbies/powers
likes/dislikes
Education/health
battle
inventory
story
Issues
Gallery
reserved
reserved
reserved
page two
relationships and quotes
Leader
Troupe mates
Family
Friends
Enemies
quotes
reserved
Page three
drabbles
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