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Frightening passersby wasn't usually Talia's strong suit, and it took her by surprise, too. Her own yip of "ah!" left her without her permission, but she recovered quickly, following it with a melodic laugh. "You look like you've seen a ghost," she joked, reaching out to gently touch the other woman on the arm. "Is this yours? I think you dropped it," she explained, opening her other hand and revealing a small keychain she'd found on the ground behind Maggie.

Virtual Law School. Seems like the best possible route for someone like Maggie, who needs to start living life on her own terms. She’d applied to so many that waiting for the email responses were starting to become absolutely dreadful. Maybe all her worth really was to be some bartending bimbo or penniless sculptor. After all, her “ex”, if that’s really what she wanted to call him, so much as labeled her as a side piece. She was determined to prove him wrong at any costs, which caused her to furiously start refreshing her phone screen, looking for some kind of response. The sound of another voice sent shockwaves through her body, it didn’t matter what words were actually coming out of their mouth. “Nothing!” she said quickly, before she cringed at her own reaction and shook her head, “Sorry, you were saying something?”

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╰     cis woman , she/her ☆ 𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐔𝐏𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 …   we’re introduced to TALIA BULAK , the TWENTY SIX years old SONGWRITER & LOUNGE SINGER at THE ROYAL SIP from enchanted falls who bears a striking resemblance to ASLIHAN MALBORA. the whispers in the wind tells us of their EFFERVESCENT and TEMPESTUOUS reputation, that’s why the townsfolk often are reminded of warm and wild laughter following too many martinis, the electric thrill of being spun by a dance partner, the pout and crossed arms of a grudge held too long, puppy-dog eyes used to sway even the coldest of hearts, & sparkling under the spotlight instead of melting.  they are often haunted by dreams of a life lived as TINKERBELL ( PETER PAN ) .

full name:  talia bulak

nicknames: tals, lia

gender:  cis woman

pronouns:  she/her

sexuality:  pansexual

age:  twenty-six

zodiac:  gemini sun, pisces moon, scorpio rising

species: faerie human

occupation:  songwriter and lounge singer

before the curse 

tinkerbell. they called her tink. when she spread her wings, they swore she looked just like a butterfly. wherever she went, the melodic sound of a bell followed. loyal to the point of jealousy, consumed by her need for attention, captivating and charming to all she met. free, beautiful, and full of spirit. who wouldn’t want to fall in love with her? but that was the problem, wasn’t it? rejection had been a concept tink didn’t have to grasp until much later than most people, and she didn’t exactly take it well. she had her friends and the people she liked – the object of her affection, the friends that tagged along with the object of her affection, the other beings in neverland who understood that affection – so why did she need anyone else? when she got in her head like that, she saw red with spite and green with envy. it was only with time and reluctance she ever did the right thing, but people didn’t understand. they didn’t get how hard it was to perform every moment of every day and still take care of people. it was a thankless job, but someone had to add a little light to the dreary mess of the world, didn’t they?

after the curse

talia. her name is talia bulak. when she was little, she wrote silly songs and put on constant concerts for her family in their living room. only child syndrome was a way of life for talia. attention was currency to her and as she got older, she got richer. she became the lead in all the school plays, the soloist in every choir concert, the singer in enchanted falls’ best teen garage band, the favorite for homecoming princess and prom queen. she was the face of her grade at the academy until she wasn’t. at least that’s what she thinks she remembers. even in the present, when it comes to competition, talia loses control of herself and burns more bridges than she cares to take responsibility for. singing at the royal sip isn’t exactly broadway, but the applause at the end of every song fills the hole in her heart that nothing else can. apparently, her free time is best spent carrying torches for inaccessible people, dancing too late into the night with people she knows either too much or too little about, and dreaming about flying through rosy clouds of magic and fields of flowers, because nine times out of ten, that’s how she ends up spending it.

wanted connections

regulars at the royal sip, employees where she’s a regular

a guitar, violin, etc. player for her to sing and busk with in the town center

neighbors, old friends, favorite flirts, frenemies, exes, enemies

a mentor, a mother / father figure, a family friend

a good influence, a bad influence, an opposites attract type

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ASLIHAN MALBORA via instagram

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