HONEY YOU'RE FAMILIAR LIKE MY MIRROR YEARS AGO, IDEALISM SITS IN PRISON CHIVALRY FELL ON ITS SWORD. INNOCENCE DIED SCREAMING, HONEY ASK ME I SHOULD KNOW. I SLITHERED HERE FROM EDEN JUST TO SIT OUTSIDE YOUR DOOR. BABE THERE'S SOMETHING WRETCHED ABOUT THIS, SOMETHING SO PRECIOUS ABOUT THIS. WHERE TO BEGIN? BABE THERE'S SOMETHING BROKEN ABOUT THIS, BUT I MIGHT BE HOPING ABOUT THIS. OH WHAT A SIN TO THE STRAND A PICNIC PLAN FOR YOU & ME.
Education: completed high school, completed associate’s general studies, completed associates in media arts. working on a bachelors in elementary education.
Occupation: full time student, does not work.
APPEARANCE:
Height: 5ft, 3in
Weight: 95lbs
Build: petite
Eyes: brown
Hair Colour: black
Hair Style: long, sleek
Glasses, Contacts, or N/A: contacts and glasses, depending on the day
Piercings: ears in multiple places
Tattoos: none
Scars: surgery scars on her lower back, chest, and legs.
Birthmarks: none
Distinguishing features: cat-like eyes, short stature, dimples
Clothing Style: relaxed- leggings, t-shirts, slip on shoes.
LOADING DATA…INSIDE REVERA
BASIC INFORMATION:
Username: Oeriana
How long have they been playing: Two months
Hours per-day: one to two.
APPEARANCE:
Height: 5ft, 3in
Weight: 95lbs
Build: petite
Eyes: brown
Hair Colour: black with pink and purple underneath
Hair Style: long, sleek, soft curls
Glasses, Contacts, or N/A: none
Piercings: same as irl
Tattoos: none
Scars: none
Birthmarks: none
Distinguishing features: cat-like eyes, dimples
Clothing Style: soft- skirts, dresses, lace, white and pink.
LOADING DATA…PERSONALITY
Positive: forgiving, honest, and caring
Negative: bratty, self-depreciating, and pessimistic
〖 »❈♔ ❝ OKAY, OKAY, OKAY, BUT GET this: tropes are tried and true. people eat tropes up, they can’t get enough of certain happenstances and that’s just how it is. no matter how good or original a work is, you’re going to have to deal with the fact there are going to be tropes in it. maybe they’re played on with a new twist or they’re being addressed as being a repetitive literary style, but tropes are in every work of fiction there is. you can’t just say you ❛ hate anything with a trope in it ❜ because then, you’ll be hating everything and that, my good player, is a very sad way to live , ❞ babylon rambled as babylon usually tended to do. he looked incredulous but quickly lightened up after he finished his wheel of words. he waved the bartender over. ❝ alright, my bad, i got too ahead of myself. c’mon, let’s do shots !! want to take a shot with me ?? ❞ he smiled towards the person on his other side, inviting them to whatever shenanigans he was going to get into this time around. he looked back to the player he was talking to and held up the cash he was going to use for shots. ❝ it’s on me, for your troubles of listening to me, c’mon !! ❞ 〗
Maybe they were lacking in real social interaction lately and found this rambling to be the best thing that’s happened all day- it would be a sad truth of her life now but they weren’t going to deny him his soap box glory for now. Laughing at he kept going, Oeriana waved her hand to concede her point. He’d been right in the end, nearly every thing was filled with tropes, it was a basic block of fiction. “Okay- But the same can be said about art you know.” She’s interested to hear more from him, liking how is brain worked. Watching the shots be poured, she declined and slid the one for her closer to him. “I don’t drink,” they added with a shrug before moving back to the other topic at hand. “What you call literature tropes could be said the same for art movements. No piece is completely original in that respect either, it’s all from something. And when I think about it that way, it gets really sad and I hate that I’ll never actually make anything one hundred percent my own.”
A chuckle slipped out of Lyrik’s lips and he couldn’t help but nod in agreement. “It is, though to be fair, It kind of always is.” He played, by not he really wasn’t sure if time really existed inside here, if it was always night, then could a day really pass by? “I think I’d go blind if they ever suddenly made it daytime in here.”
Catching what he meant, she wrinkles her nose at the flub she made. “Okay, you got me there.” Laughter bubbles from the girl and they continue to just walk along side him as if they were friends and not meeting for the first time. “Imagine if one day they just surprise us with daylight in here- I wonder what everyone would do. Like suddenly secrets are exposed or something, that’s what it would feel like.” They speak as if they hold some deep secrets, perhaps they do. “Where are you off to?” She cringes visibly, shaking her head. “You don’t have to answer that. I have what my brother calls a physical disability to keep myself out of other people’s business. Fatal, I’m afraid.”
it was obvious she was living in a world of pure personal bliss right now, the signs where clear: skipping around and dancing to get anywhere she wanted, spending hours just walking around. aleah isn’t sure if she’d ever get used to this feeling again, knowing how it wasn’t real. jackson warned her not to get too attached, that it would make living life too hard and she knew that but she missed walking.
wandering up to a random person, she smiled. “great night, right?” she’s almost like a child, bouncing on her toes in excitement. while life it’s pitiful for her in the real world, she can see herself enjoying this one much more.
LOADING DATA… Welcome to Revera ALEAH JUNG! Of course, most people here know you as OERIANA. Our records show that you are a TWENTY ONE year old DEMI FEMALE who was born on 07/15/04 and prefers to be called by SHE/HER. A recent background check tells us that you currently live in MIAMI BEACH, FLORIDA and are a UNIVERSITY STUDENT. It appears that you have been playing the game for TWO MONTHS and get on for roughly ONE TO TWO HOURS per day. Those who meet you tend to say you’re +FORGIVING and +HONEST, and oh, don’t forget +CARING However, rumours have it that the last time you were in a bad mood, you were a bit more on the -BRATTY, -SELF-DEPRECATING, and -PESSIMISTIC side. From what you’ve listed, the reason why you play Revera is because NO ONE SHOWS PITY FOR YOU HERE. Thank you for participating in our player survey, we hope you’ll log in soon!
content warning for: drinking & car accident.
aleah is the youngest of three kids. she has an elder sister (melody) and a twin brother (jackson). while her and jackson are twins, she does very much love being the baby of the three and milks it as much as it’s worth while she can. it’s always playful and she tries not to come off as a whiny brat. aleah and melody are extremely close, as melody is only two years older than the twins.
her home life was fine as a kid, nothing to report about or worry about. both parents were present and loving, extremely supportive of their children and the varied interests they had. melody, as her name would hint, really loved music and dancing and started her talents early in life. jackson became the sports fan of the three and was on nearly every sports team that would have him in middle school and high school. he currently attends the university of miami as a second string quarter back with a full ride.
aleah found her passion in art, color, and anything to do with it. painting really became her thing, soon spending as much money as she was allowed on new supplies. she started winning awards for her art and it really made her want to continue this as much as she could into her adult life. while she knew she might not be able to make a living off art all the time, she agreed to go to school for something to fall back on. so she started earning a teaching degree as well as her art degree in order to teach art to others, wanting to perhaps bring the same passion to kids.
her life was always easy, her friends said. her siblings and her got on famously, her parents were amazing and not the least bit over bearing- until the accident. the accident was honestly her own doing, she was out late and making horrible decisions. “but what else are teenagers meant to do?” she asks herself, thinking there was no way she’d actually suffer for this.
until she was. her friend had lost control of the car, who shouldn’t have been driving in the first place. while they’d all had some to drink, the group figured he would be the best to drive them home safely from the party. jackson had stayed to close down the party and take his girlfriend of the time home later so aleah got into the car.
she doesn’t remember much of the accident. the doctors said that wasn’t surprising with the amount of trauma she’d sustained. they were shocked she was conscious after all. days in the hospital turned to weeks turned to months when they learned the extent of what the car had done to her. unable to walk on her own anymore, aleah now sits wheelchair bound most days. some days are better where she can use her crutches to mobile about.
she refused to walk the stage at her high school graduation, instead staying in the crowd to cheer on her brother. never once did her smile fade through her struggles, instead she internalized the struggles she faces so that no one else would have to suffer with her.
it took a lot of convincing for aleah to think about college again, her admitting to melody and jackson one day she might not go now because she doesn’t want to be that person who struggles to get around campus now. while they couldn’t help her, they did convince her to try and she enrolled as a full time student with mostly online classes. two days a week she has to make the hour drive to campus for her art classes but she looks forward to those days: the building is away from the main buildings and she gets prime parking spots.
a friend from class told her about revera one day, saying how it’s a totally virtual game and explained to her how it worked. she bought it on a whim one day, having to get the vr set up as well but if it meant she could get away from her life and that chair for a few hours she didn’t care the price. starting up the game, she nearly cried at the feeling of walking that she just spent the first night in revera walking around parks and night clubs and any place that her new feet would carry her.
it became addicting and no one knew her here, no one pitied her and stared because of her chair. revera quickly became the escape she needed to get away once in a while when things started to really get hard for her.
QUICK FACTS.
she loves animals.
it’s really easy to tell her mood based on what she’s drawing at the time.
allergic to bananas.
enjoys kpop too much.
speaks both fluent english (first language) and korean (second language).
her mother is korean-candadian while her father immegrated from korea. they met from their parents being friends in korea.
aleah wants to revisit seoul one day.
she attends physical therapy three times a week.
has partial paralysis of her left hand, causing a weak grip and inability to hold things for long.
has as service dog, her name is kali. she’s a golden retriever.
loves makeup and considers it another form of art but personally wears very little.
once jumped out of plane on a dare.
her favorite colors are purple and pink.
hearing people talk about others making her embarrassed and gives her panic attacks.
wants to meet ariana grande in person.
vanilla coca-colas are her favorite.
has a guilty pleasure playlist of late 90s and early 2000s rap and hip hop.
hasn’t drank since her accident.
can’t pick a favorite animal, will default to saying kali is her favorite.
revera is the only video game she’s ever owned.
favorite fruit is strawberries.
has run over people with her chair on purpose if they’re rude or stare.
she’s nice to a fault and tries to make friends with everyone.
oil and acrylic paints are her favorites.
bob ross videos are what started her passion for painting.
loves to eat limes like they’re oranges.
she’s only 5′3″
can quote every line of mean girls.
has stayed up all night to finish a book a few times.
misses being able to sleep on a top bunk.
loves stars.
won a watermelon spitting contest in the 3rd grade.
thought about making a manga but hates any stories she makes.
owns too many stuffed animals.
hates the color brown.
terrified of clowns, to the point of crying at the sight of one.
once catfished her former best friend after a petty fight.
loves the sounds of mechanical keyboards.
dislikes pie, prefers cheesecake or cobbler.
christmas is her favorite holiday.
hates using q-tips in her ears.
gets regular manicures.
wants to be insta famous.
and she’s got synesthesia (seeing sound as colors), mostly related to music.
since the accident, she suffers from really bad headaches as well.
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