demir-ozmen

[demir-ozmen]

About the Muse + the Blog

Writer: Alex/Lex (she/her); 29; EST

Muse: Demir Ozmen (he/him); 39; neurosurgeon

FC: Ilhan Sen

Associated Personal Blog: moonstonewrites.tumblr.com

Rules:

Will not write: smut (I will only do fade to black), rape/dubcon, incest/stepcest, extreme violence/gore, self-harm, daddy/mommy kinks, major age gaps.

Will not interact with krps, celebrity rps/celebrity muses.

Will not write with muns or muses under 25. Do not lie. I will block you.

Multi-shipping is accepted.

Will utilize trigger warnings and content warnings as follows: “trigger tw” and will tag for violence, blood, gore, abuse.

Inspiration for Demir

The Doctor (from John Wick), Han Lue (from The Fast and Furious), Dr. Derek Shepherd (from Grey's Anatomy), George Milton (from Of Mice and Men), Ponyboy (from The Outsiders), Choi Do-il (from Little Women), Joo Yeo-jeong (from The Glory)

About Demir

TW: Religious background, Gambling Addictions (mention/parental), gun violence, gore, jail

Demir's never seen the world in black and white because he was surrounded by shades of gray.

For all of Demir's life, his mother was a practicing Muslim and his father was agnostic at best. The division in the household led to many disappointments on his mother's part and frustration on his father's part, but they stayed together until the world pulled them apart.

His father was a lawyer, but an academic first and foremost. He taught at universities when he wasn't on a case and often used his professorship as an excuse for other activities. Activities which Demir only learned about when he was a teenager.

His father loved numbers and that came out in a distinct vice: gambling. Demir was 17 years old, asleep in his father's car, when the car suddenly went off the road. Demir, jerked from sleep, still remembers the way he could hear his heartbeat when his father leaned over to grab a pistol from the glovebox with a low, "stay in the car." He didn't even know his father owned a gun.

They never talked about it beyond that evening. Demir never even told his mother about it. Apparently, his father's vices burned a few people and now he owed them money.

So years later when Demir got a phone call while away at university from his mother about his father's arrest he feigned surprise, but deep down Demir already knew what happened. He never quite forgot that evening when he was 17 years old.

So, much like the love his parents had for each other, Demir's love for his father existed in a gray space. He loved his father for his insatiable thirst for knowledge, a trait he inherited, but he hated his father for all the pain he caused his mother.

Demir, also an academic at heart, found solace in the science lab. The brain with its intricacies, at times more unexplored than the sea, mystified him. Why did people like his father — people who were wildly intelligent fall — victim to their vices? What made us forgive some people but not others? What wires in the brain crisscrossed to allow such gray spaces?

So, he completed his schooling and his residency, he went to mosque during Ramadan and kept away from alcohol, and he visited his father in jail.

Crime Verse Twist

He also runs an underground clinic some nights a week because medical research costs money even with the backing of government grants and hospital funding.

So, Demir gets a knock at his door and someone with vague answers winds up in his bathroom bleeding and gritting their teeth through the pain. He might be a neurosurgeon by day, but what happens in the night tends to pay better -- surprisingly enough.

At first the money shoved under his door made Demir pause. He knew it wasn't right, it made him think of his father addicted to numbers, but it was helpful and who is he to turn down a helping hand?