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A ISABELLE MATHERS lookalike just arrived in Aureum City, pulling up in their BLACK PORSCHE TAYCAN like they own the place. DEVON MOREAU just celebrated their TWENTY-FIFTH birthday, and rumor has it they’ve already started making waves. Some say they’re CALCULATING, but others swear they’re CAPTIVATING — either way, they won’t go unnoticed for long. With a reputation building in VELVET ROW, they’re bound to attract attention. You might recognize them as a MODEL/INFLUENCER, but soon enough, they’ll be known for something much more interesting. ( IC cis-female / she/her )

aesthetics — mirror selfies in glass storefronts, champagne flutes in the back of black cars, velvet couches and city lights, smudged eyeliner, ashtrays full of half-smoked cigarettes, polaroids of people she’ll never text again, tanned skin and diamond anklets, fur coats draped over slip dresses, the scent of danger and Dior, slow songs at sunrise, heartbreak hidden behind fake laughter, unread texts, gold lighters, silk pillowcases, shattered trust and curated perfection.

CHARACTER TRIGGER WARNINGS: Emotional neglect / toxic parent relationships, Parental abandonment, Substance use (alcohol, cocaine, casual drug references), Mental health themes (anxiety, implied depression, self-worth struggles), Emotional manipulation / avoidance, Sexual content, Body image / modeling industry pressures

BASICS

full name: Devon Ayla Moreau nickname(s): Dev, Velvet Girl, Little Moreau (used by old family friends) date of birth: March 3 zodiac sign: Pisces gender: Cis-female pronouns: She/Her sexuality: Bisexual with a preference for men occupation: Model and influencer known as: A high-profile model, influencer, and modern-day muse — both adored and envied. social media: @ devon.in.velvet

FAMILY

mother: Ayla Moreau relationship: Image-obsessed, emotionally distant. Plays the perfect mother in public — behind the scenes, their love is fractured and performative. father: Alexavier Moreau relationship: Celebrity plastic surgeon. Generous with money, absent with presence. Devon inherited his perfectionism and his emotional coldness. siblings: Only child — and was treated like both heir and accessory.

APPEARANCE, VOICE, & MANNERISMS

face-claim: Isabelle Mathers hair: Long brunette waves, sometimes sleek and straightened. Always styled to suggest she woke up like this (she didn’t). eye color: Sea-glass green, hard to forget. height: 5’6” body type: Slim, lithe, and toned with soft curves. skin color: Sun-kissed tan, often glowing from facials and filters. scent: A blend of white florals, vanilla, and cigarette smoke — expensive and addictive. general wardrobe description: A mix of effortless off-duty model (micro mini skirts, leather jackets, claw clips) and high-glam editorial. Never underdressed — even her hangovers are styled. dominant hand: Right disorders: Anxiety and unhealed abandonment trauma masked by hyper-functionality. tattoos: Tiny script on her ribs that says “no one stays” (never posted); a delicate constellation on her hip; a barely visible white-ink heart on her wrist. piercings: Multiple ear piercings, a belly ring, and impulsive but now signature nipple piercings. habits: Biting her straw, disappearing without warning, dodging emotional questions with humor, always carries a lighter but never smokes it herself.

PERSONALITY

label(s): The It Girl, The Untouchable, The Lonely Starlet positive character traits: Charming, magnetic, intuitive, ambitious, clever, stylish, emotionally intelligent (even when she hides it). negative character traits: Distrustful, impulsive, emotionally avoidant, image-obsessed, self-medicating, commitment-phobic. fears: Being truly known — and then abandoned. lucky number: 11 sociability: Extroverted in public, deeply private in her heart.

FAVORITES

drink: Champagne or vodka soda — heavy on the vodka. flowers: White orchids (cold, perfect, high-maintenance). time of day: 3AM — the hour when things are raw, real, or ruined. weather: Warm, golden evenings with a breeze that feels like a secret. color(s): Champagne gold, jet black, emerald green. animal(s): Panthers. Mysterious, elegant, and dangerous when cornered.

ADDITIONAL TID-BITS

mbti: ENFJ-T – The Protagonist enneagram: Type 3 (The Achiever), wing 4 (The Individualist) temperament: Sanguine / Melancholic split hogwarts house: Slytherin rising, Hufflepuff heart seven deadly sins: Pride (medium), Envy (low), Lust (medium) seven heavenly virtues: Charity element: Fire with Earth undertones anger type: Suppressed until it erupts. love style: Eros + Pragma — intense and idealistic, but careful and strategic. love type: The Romantic Realist — she wants the story, but won’t fall until you prove you’ll stay. self-knowledge: High ambition, high authority, low vulnerability archetypes: 48% Lover | 36% Ruler | 16% Rebel what shape does your pain take: Glass — always reflecting, always sharp, always see-through. what color is your muse: #C9B6D3 – muted violet where does your soul belong: Inside a high-rise window at midnight. dark core personality: Low across all traits, but notable narcissism (20%) and entitlement (10%) why are you unlovable: You disappear before they get the chance. your plant personality: Rosemary — classic, sharp, deeply rooted, misunderstood. tea type: White jasmine — delicate, perfumed, and intoxicating. how do you best like to be loved: Show up. And stay. Even when she says you shouldn’t. what kind of sexual deviant are you: The Performance — she makes desire look easy, but rarely lets anyone close enough to touch her soul.

BACKGROUND INFORMATION

Born into wealth, status, and scrutiny, Devon Ayla Moreau was the only child of Dr. Alexavier Moreau, a renowned celebrity plastic surgeon, and Ayla Moreau, a former model turned image-obsessed socialite. Her birth was announced in Vogue. Her baby photos were taken by a fashion photographer. Her childhood? Largely ornamental.

From a young age, Devon understood that she was something to be looked at, not listened to. While her parents threw charity galas and sat front row at Fashion Week, she learned how to sit still, smile softly, and never cause a scene — even when she was breaking inside.

Alexavier, her father, was a master of reinvention — sculpting bodies, reputations, and press statements — but was never around long enough to ask who Devon really was beneath the surface. His absence was gilded in black cards and designer gifts, but his presence was never guaranteed.

Ayla, her mother, was all eyes and mirrors. She curated Devon’s outfits, enrolled her in etiquette classes, corrected her posture at age six, and told her love was something you earned by being beautiful, quiet, and exceptional. Devon learned to perform perfection, even when her heart was crumbling.

Devon was raised by nannies, stylists, housekeepers, and tutors; people who rotated in and out like background actors in a movie where she was the unwilling star. She grew up watching her parents love each other only in photographs and learned that affection was for nothing more than show and survivial.

At sixteen, she was scouted by a major modeling agency; though it’s hard to tell whether they found her, or Ayla sent them an invite. Her career exploded: runway shows, campaigns, parties she wasn’t technically old enough to attend. She learned quickly that the industry loved broken girls in expensive shoes.

By eighteen, she was living alone in a Velvet Row apartment — gifted by her father, but earned through long nights and longer lies. She became the face of It Girl glamour, her Instagram a highlight reel of private jets, luxury villas, and people who never stayed the night.

Despite the glamorous image, Devon developed a reputation for unpredictability: disappearing from events, cycling through flings, partying too hard, vanishing from the public eye for weeks. The whispers called her wild, magnetic, dangerous to love — and she let them.

Drugs and alcohol were never addictions — not in the traditional sense — but they became her armor, her escape hatch, her blur. Vodka helped her forget what she never got. Cocaine helped her feel present for once.

Her romantic life remains a public mystery. She’s been seen on yachts with billionaires, in clubs with actors, but never once claimed anyone. The truth? She doesn’t believe people stay. So she leaves first or never opens the door at all.

At twenty-five, Devon is still at the height of her fame, but something quieter brews beneath the surface. A hunger for genuine connection, a crack in the armor, a girl who’s never been held the way she needed to be. But she hides it behind her sunglasses, her curated posts, and the careful distance she’s mastered.

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A PINAR DENIZ lookalike just arrived in Aureum City, pulling up in their BLACK MASERATI LEVANTE like they own the place. SELIN ALARA YILMAZ just celebrated their TWENTY-SIXTH birthday, and rumor has it they’ve already started making waves. Some say they’re CALCULATING, but others swear they’re DEVOTED — either way, they won’t go unnoticed for long. With a reputation building in LUMINA DISTRICT, they’re bound to attract attention. You might recognize them as an ACTRESS/PHILANTHROPIST, but soon enough, they’ll be known for something much more interesting. ( IC cis-female / she/her )

aesthetics — sun-warmed skin and lemon balm, floral dresses spinning in city gardens, morning runs with podcast earbuds, handwritten thank-you notes, iced lavender lattes, gala gowns and genuine smiles, glass offices with fresh peonies on the desk, silver hoop earrings and a soft laugh, sunscreen on collarbones, hugging like she means it, pain turned into purpose, photos of her parents tucked between journal pages, kindness that lingers long after she leaves.

CHARACTER TRIGGER WARNINGS: Parental death (car accident), Grief and bereavement, Teen emancipation / foster care system themes (avoided via emancipation), Mental health topics (specifically anxiety, teen mental illness, and nonprofit work focused on trauma support), Philanthropy tied to tragedy / emotional vulnerability.

BASICS

full name: Selin Alara Yilmaz nickname(s): Sel, Alara (used by family), “Sunshine” (by tabloids) date of birth: November 4 zodiac sign: Scorpio gender: Cis-female pronouns: She/Her sexuality: Heterosexual occupation: Actress & Philanthropist known as: A rising star with real substance — the golden girl who actually gives a damn social media: @ selin.alara

FAMILY

mother: Leyla Yilmaz (deceased) relationship: Warm, nurturing, and deeply close. They used to dance in the kitchen to old Turkish love songs. Selin still wears her mother’s ring on bad days. father: Mehmet Yilmaz (deceased) relationship: Encouraging, gentle, her biggest supporter. His old watch sits beside her bed — always set to the time of his last call. siblings: Only child — though she’s known to “adopt” the people she loves.

APPEARANCE, VOICE, & MANNERISMS

face-claim: Pinar Deniz hair: Dark brown, thick and wavy — usually worn long or in a low ponytail eye color: Hazel-green with flecks of gold height: 5’6” body type: Slender but strong — a dancer’s grace, an athlete’s stamina skin color: Olive-toned scent: Neroli, fig leaves, warm honey — soft but unforgettable general wardrobe description: Either playful and vibrant (ruffles, florals, bright colors) or clean-cut and powerful (blazers, heels, sharp tailoring). Always polished, never boring. dominant hand: Right disorders: Experiences generalized anxiety, managed with therapy and wellness routines tattoos: A delicate tulip behind her left ear (her mother’s favorite flower) piercings: Simple double lobes, often wearing fine gold hoops or pearl studs habits: Doodling in margins, overthanking people, squeezing someone’s hand when she’s worried, stashing snacks in her designer purses

PERSONALITY

label(s): The Golden Heart, The Gentle Force, The Survivor positive character traits: Kind, grounded, optimistic, driven, empathetic, eloquent, generous, emotionally intelligent negative character traits: Self-sacrificing, overly responsible, prone to burnout, avoids conflict until it boils over, hides pain behind smiles fears: Losing more people she loves. Failing the causes she believes in. lucky number: 6 sociability: Naturally extroverted — but needs alone time to recharge emotionally

FAVORITES

drink: Hot apple tea or matcha lattes flowers: Tulips and jasmine time of day: Early morning, when the world is still quiet and hopeful weather: Crisp spring days with a soft breeze color(s): Pale yellow, coral pink, powder blue animal(s): Swans and golden retrievers — graceful and loyal

ADDITIONAL TID-BITS

mbti: INFJ – The Advocate enneagram: Type 2 (The Helper), wing 1 (The Reformer) temperament: Phlegmatic with a touch of Sanguine hogwarts house: Hufflepuff with Gryffindor tendencies seven deadly sins: Envy (low), Pride (low), Wrath (very low) seven heavenly virtues: Charity element: Water — fluid, healing, and deep anger type: Gentle until the final straw, then devastatingly articulate love style: Agape — unconditional, loyal, and all-encompassing love type: The Soulmate Seeker — she believes in once-in-a-lifetime, even if it’s naïve self-knowledge: High empathy, high altruism, average authority archetypes: 46% Caregiver | 37% Advocate | 17% Creative what shape does your pain take: Sea — quiet, vast, and sometimes impossible to escape what color is your muse: #ADD8E6 — soft sky blue where does your soul belong: Inside a sun-dappled greenhouse, growing back what was lost dark core personality: Exceptionally low — 4% total dark core why are you unlovable: You give so much away, there’s none left for yourself your plant personality: Passionflower — nurturing, idealistic, sensitive to the world’s pain tea type: Echinacea — healer, protector, purposeful how do you best like to be loved: Stay with me while the storm is strong what kind of sexual deviant are you: The Soft Burn — sweet at first, but full of suppressed craving once trust is earned

BACKGROUND INFORMATION

Born in Istanbul to two deeply loving parents — Leyla, a former literature professor with a poetic soul, and Mehmet, a respected civil engineer who always came home in time for dinner. Their home was filled with music, sunlight, and books annotated in the margins. Love was loud, present, and warm.

Selin grew up in a bilingual household where kindness was the first language. Her mother taught her that strength didn’t have to be sharp, and her father showed her how to build things that lasted — both literally and emotionally.

Acting came naturally. She had a gift for slipping into other skins, expressing things that even adults couldn’t articulate. She booked her first commercial at age seven. By twelve, she was a rising name in Turkish television. But she never lost her softness.

When Selin was sixteen, everything changed. Her parents were killed instantly in a car crash on their way to see her film a scene. The loss split her world in half. One day, she was their daughter. The next, she was everyone’s orphan.

To avoid the foster system, Selin filed for emancipation — citing her earnings, her contracts, her independence. A judge approved it. A few tabloids reported on it. But no one really asked how it felt to go home to an apartment with no one waiting.

Grief became her constant companion. She buried herself in work, chasing roles that let her scream, cry, run — feel anything at all. She began writing in secret, journaling conversations with her parents she’d never get to have.

At seventeen, she founded the YILDIZ FOUNDATION, named after her mother’s favorite poem. Its mission: to provide mental health support and grief counseling for teenagers who lose their guardians — especially those forced to grow up too fast.

She didn’t want sympathy. She wanted systems to change. She began speaking at conferences, using her spotlight to push for legislation and funding. She smiled on red carpets, then testified before policymakers the next morning.

Her style became its own kind of armor: floral prints and frills when she wanted to feel bright, sharply tailored suits when she had to be taken seriously. She dresses like a dreamer or a CEO — depending on the day, and the battlefield.

Though admired by many, Selin keeps her inner circle small. She is warm but guarded. She loves easily, but reveals herself slowly. Vulnerability feels like home and a threat all at once.

Now twenty-six, Selin has become both a star and a shelter. Her performances are lauded, her nonprofit growing, her presence electric yet soothing. But even in the brightest rooms, there’s a part of her that still looks for her parents’ faces in the crowd.

Some call her “too good,” as if compassion is a performance. Others whisper that she’s hiding something behind that smile. But Selin knows the truth: she survived her worst day and still chose softness. That will always be her power.