He doesn't need to be extraordinary. The way he keeps going is already rare enough.

dari, BOEMI.

Born not of knowing, but of dreaming.

I am BOEMI, the mind and heart behind this fictional soul. This space exists for storytelling and role-play alone. Should echoes of real people seem to appear, know that any resemblance is purely unintentional.
The worlds woven here — each character, each moment — are born from imagination. They are not mirrors of reality, nor meant to portray any actual person or event.
All media shared in this realm — images, videos, and beyond — serve only to breathe life into the character. I do not own them; they belong to their rightful creators. No harm or infringement is ever intended.
This character speaks mostly in Indonesian, yet may shift between tongues as needed. If errors arise in language or expression, I, MAY, humbly ask for your understanding.
Acts such as plagiarism, godmodding, or metagaming are not welcome here, unless with my clear consent. Let creativity thrive in respect and fairness.
This character is a piece of my heart. Please do not copy or recreate them in any shape or form.

For Interacting Purposes:

In Character
ㅤㅤㅤ: “Hi, this is Alterra.”
ㅤㅤㅤ: Hi, this is Alterra.Out Of Character
ㅤㅤㅤ: ( Hi, this is Alterra. )Writer’s Talk
ㅤㅤㅤ: BOEMI. ㅤHi, this is Alterra.

Dive past the surface—find him in the depths.

Name: Alterra Abiezer Maladri
Known As: Alterra, Terry
Date of Birth: October 17, 2005
Place of Birth: Jakarta, Indonesia
Nationality: Indonesian
Height: 175 cm
Weight: 62 kg
Domicile: Jakarta, Indonesia
Current Education: English Literature Department, UI

Not Everything That Breaks is Lost.

Alterra was born into a silence that learned to hold both love and absence at once.His childhood was shaped by gentle hands and quiet sacrifices—raised by a mother who loved him deeply, and a family who filled the spaces his father chose to leave behind. For a while, that was enough. Until one night, at five years old, he learned that love could also come bruised and breaking. Not long after, illness took what little time he had left with his mother, leaving him with memories that felt both warm and unfinished.He grew up quickly after that.Taken in by his aunty’s family, Alterra became the kind of child who asked for nothing and gave everything. He learned how to be easy, how to be good, how to exist without becoming a burden. And yet, in a house that chose him without hesitation, he slowly discovered something new—that family wasn’t always about blood, but about who stayed, who made space, who loved without conditions.By the time he reached his late teens, Alterra thought he understood love.Then came Taksa.For three years, Alterra lived in the quiet confusion of something he couldn’t name—feelings that didn’t fit the version of love he had always known. And just when he found the courage to ask what it all meant, the answer unraveled him. What felt like everything to him was nothing to the other person. It left him questioning not just the relationship, but himself.Still, he didn’t fall apart completely.Because when he finally broke, there were hands that caught him. A family that didn’t ask him to explain who he was before choosing to stay. In that moment, Alterra learned something even more important than love—that he was never too much, and never something to be hidden.Now, in college, Alterra lives a life that feels lighter.He builds friendships with care, choosing clarity over confusion, steadiness over uncertainty. He laughs more easily, breathes more freely, and carries his past not as a weight, but as something that shaped the way he loves—quietly, deeply, and with intention.But some stories don’t end where they’re supposed to.Because just when life begins to settle,
the past has a way of returning—
not as a memory,
but as a choice waiting to be made.And this time,Alterra is no longer the boy who wonders what he means to others.He is the one who decides what they mean to him.

In all the seasons we never chose.