#i freaking suck at writing intros and bios pls forgive me

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                                              ─ 𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫.

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✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .   the  continent  welcomes  AYLIN  ESER  of  THE NIGHT COURT,  the  HEALER  of  THE DAWN COURT.   when  the  HIGH FAE  is  glamoured,    she   bears  a  resemblance  to  ÖZGE YAĞIZ.   the  26  /  231  year  old  CIS WOMAN  is  reputed  to  be  PASSIONATE  and  SCRUPULOUS  but  a  decade  of  war  has  left  them  CYNICAL  and  BRITTLE.   if  created  by  the  cauldron,  they  would  be  made  in  the  likeness  of  THE SMELL OF LAVENDER AND HERBS WRAPPING AROUND LIKE A WARM BLANKET , WASHING BLOOD OFF ONES HANDS YET IT STAINS YOUR HEART and A CLUSTER OF STARS GUIDING THE WAY HOME.   whispers  throughout  prythian  claim  that  their  allegiance  lies  with  THE DAWN COURT,   where  they  conspire  to  PREVENT ANY MORE DEATH AND PROTECT THE CAULDRON.  

important stuff:  blood mention tw , parental loss tw, death tw, depression tw                     - graphic credit (x)

stats.

FULL NAME: aylin eser

AGE: twenty-six / two hundred and thirty-one

PLACE OF BIRTH: the night court - grew up in the dawn court

ZODIAC: sagittarius sun, taurus moon and scorpio rising

GENDER: cis woman

PRONOUNS: she/her

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: pansexual

STATUS: unmated

CURRENT LOCATION: under the mountain

FAMILY: esmeray eser ( mother, healer of the dawn court ) † , unknown father ( member of the night court ) and high sibling ( member of the night court - wanted connection )

POWERS / ABILITIES: healing abilities and high fae abilities such as enhanced healing, strength and hearing.

aesthetics.

collecting flowers and pressing them between the pages of ancient texts - rewriting a dark history. being taught to count to ten before opening your mouth. staring at a ghost in the mirror; the face you wish to forget will always be the one you see. standing strong and steady like the horizon; yet your mind is being pulled under by the waves. the spilling of sugar as you laugh with an old friend over tea. the sharp scratch of a paper cut, blood staining the pages of your favourite book. midnight swims under the stars, the chill of the night softened by the warm blanket that is waiting for you. countless deathbed confessions stored away in the corners of your mind, secrets no one else will get to hear. perpetual sense of longing for something you may never find. bathing in rosemary and honey - an old wives tale to wear off signs of ageing. 

biography.

Born in the Night Court, Aylin was born with the same pointed ears and healing abilities as her mother while her father remained unknown to her. Her mother, Esmeray, sought knowledge throughout the land of Prythian in her youth. Traveling from court to court (when allowed) to train and advance her skillset. Although a few years after the birth of her only daughter, she returned home to the Dawn Court. Given her mothers status as one of the favoured healers in their court, the same responsibilities were placed on the fae from a young age.

Things suddenly came to a halt as the war began. Under the protection of The Dawn Court, Esmeray became unsettled. After spending her whole life training on how to care for those in need; she was sitting on the sidelines. Aylin tried to placate her mother, but ultimately it was her moral compass that resulted in her untimely demise. Against Court orders, she traveled to the Day Court. She didn’t care about the politics of the war, she needed to help those in need.

Aylin never found out if she made it to the battlefield - her body was carried home by a mortal seeking sanctuary in the Dawn Court.

Lost in her grief, Aylin kept her head down. Lurking in the shadows, unseen and unheard. She only emerged when called upon for her duties. The light in her eyes faded with each passing day. Everything she had ever known was torn away from her in an instant.

As the war raged around them, more and more people fled to the Dawn Court.  Allowing Aylin to spent her time trying to help those whom had been out on the battlefields with the memories that haunted them and the wounds which cut much deeper than the surface. All while her own memories kept her up at night.

Time moved forward and whispers began about the wall being erected, she became curious as to the whereabouts of her father. Going through her mothers belongings she found journals she had kept while on her travels. Most of the pages were filled with medical studies and rushed drawings of herbs that would aid in different healing processes. The only thing that stuck out to her was the large gaps in her time at the Night Court.

Aylin shelved the thought for another day as she was called upon by her court to travel under the mountain.