ABOUT CARSYN | All that shimmers in this word is sure to fade.
CHARACTER BASICS
NAME: Carsyn Rothschild
AGE: Twenty-Six
GENDER & PRONOUNS: Cismale, He/Him
FACE CLAIM: Tom Holland
EYE COLOR: Brown
HAIR COLOR: Brown
HEIGHT: 5′8″
DATE OF BIRTH: September 7th, 1978
AGE: Twenty-Six
ZODIAC SIGN: Virgo
LEVEL OF EDUCATION: Bachelor's in Communications with a Minor in Advertisement & English from Columbia University
HOMETOWN: Brooklyn, New York
RELIGIOUS AFFILIATION: Jewish
OCCUPATION: Assistant at Kiss 89.5, secret show host on Kiss 89.5 at 3 AM
CHARACTER HISTORY [TW: MENTION OF ABDUCTION/DISAPPEARANCE]
Before his disappearance from the face of the world a year ago, Carsyn was, in fact, just another golden boy— at least that's what everyone thought. But not all that glitters is gold, and Carsyn finally learned that when he was accepted into an elite academic society at Columbia University. He'd been an anomaly as he spoke the part, held the curl of lip just right, but he hardly looked it. Carsyn's saving grace was how he somehow demanded attention without ever being seen in the back of the classroom. His voice called out from the farthest row, a squint away, seemingly the only one with reason.
He'd been taken under the wing of his peers under the impression that they'd be his guardians. Known to be quiet, he found somewhere to stand and be heard. They made Carsyn feel as though he was heaven sent and angel willed, but it would be a hard fall from grace after that. No matter how hard they tried to dress him up, there were parts of Carsyn that they couldn't deny could never be reassembled to fit in with him. Towards the end of his college days, he had scraped himself of every gold flake they pressed against him like it was grime. Many say it was maturity that got to him and why he abandoned the comfort of his so-called brothers, while others believe to this day that maybe they realized Carsyn wasn't as special as they anticipated. As for Carsyn, he believes it was just a matter of time before he'd be another fool to false fortune.
Feeling out of place his third year, Carsyn's sister had agreed to meet with him and venture out into the city together. They made plans to have lunch, he'd finally show her around after making a point of coming home and never going farther than Franklin street again. His life at the university and at home were separate. They would have to reschedule for the next day, and then maybe the day after, as she never made it to campus and no one had been able to trace her down since.
Her disappearance took a toll on Carsyn that those around him found difficult to handle, and they took a step back. His grades began to slip, and every promise he had fumbled around him. The position he was promised at one of the most sought after news station was compromised. However, he was able to prevail and graduated but he'd once again start at the bottom of a ladder. While he had a degree that most didn't, he lost the drive to try harder early on and for the last four years he's stayed as an assistant.
PRESENT DAY
At a Christmas Party at the station a year ago, a drunken Carsyn climbed up to the broadcast wing of the building to recover. Panic had settled in, and once more, that feeling of being out of place and stuck struck again. He had signed on to the broadcast after hours and sent a message to his sister if she was out there about how he felt and ultimately talked himself down. The message had resonated with many listeners to the point that a few had asked the next day while calling in if they had ever resolved the caller's request believing that Carsyn had just been someone who dialed in. He'd get on every night and talk into the void of listeners out there hoping that it was his sister.
He ended up building a reputation for himself as Dorian Thomas, a radio show host after hours that spoke about his own worries and life and many related to it. He found resolve, and sometimes he didn't, and it was the most human anyone felt listening to anyone on air.
The station has yet to know who is on, as Carsyn has burned all of his recordings and even changed his voice on air. No one has linked him to the persona, and the radio station's efforts vary as they get more listeners than they'd care to admit.
WANTED CONNECTIONS
Co-workers
Roommate
Someone who knows he's Dorian Thomas
Childhood friends such as friends from secondary school in Brooklyn or people he took the subway to go see across town in secret
People he went to school with at Columbia University, including those in the Brotherhood
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@nightwatchr hit that like for a starter!
There was something nostalgic, standing on a rooftop in New York, watching the hustle and bustle of the night life.
It'd been years since word of ninjas and mutants and the chaos that came with them had reached her ears, but here she was, seeking them all out once more. Her kusarigama are familiar weights in her hands, their chains wrapped loosely around her forearms.
Even with years away from the city, it's still second nature to hop across the gap between the buildings and run. Run, and chase shadows and whoop and holler like it's all she's ever known like it was back then.
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@thuganomxcs
Gold gaze scanned his surroundings for a few moments, seeming to try and pick out anyone who seemed like they'd be trying to track down something… And why was that? Well-- that had everything to do with the… Pet(?) that the blonde currently held in his arms. Honestly, at first he swore it some kind of plush toy-- till the thing jumped at noticing him, that is.
Handling the little guy like one of the rabbits when they got startled seemed to do the trick, though… Judging by the little coos he gained not long after petting the little guy-- Finally spotting another young man who seemed like he was on the look out for something, though, the blonde then turned and started heading in his direction.
"Hey!--" Calling out to grab the other's attention, and giving a subtle nod as the other did the expected 'who, me?' gesture, Minato then brought focus to the matter at hand. "You happen to be looking for this little guy?" Getting straight to the point with that question, he lifted the animal in his arms slightly as an indication of what he meant.
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ABOUT AYLIN || And then I turned away into the shade.
CHARACTER BASICS
NAME: Aylin Feray Bardakci
AGE: Twenty-Seven
GENDER & PRONOUNS: Cis Woman, She/Her
FACE CLAIM: Aslihan Malbora
EYE COLOR: Brown
HAIR COLOR: Dark Brown, typically dyed bright blue
HEIGHT: 5′4″
DATE OF BIRTH: October 2nd, 1977
ZODIAC SIGN: Libra
LEVEL OF EDUCATION: High School Diploma
OCCUPATION: Tattoo Artist
CHARACTER HISTORY (TW: DRUG ADDICTION, CHILD ABANDONMENT)
One look at Aylin, and many believe that she’s taken on a vibrant protest against the world. The inked flowers on her skin is only a result of pain made permanent, and her bright hair a call for a squinted glance in the eyes of others. Yet, Aylin’s never fought the wrongs in the world. She’s accepted defeat, and laid in the bed it’s set out for her. Tattoos, blue hair, jewelry beyond a dangle on her ear is no more than taking the canvas given to her by the earth and making it a tribute for its wonders. Precious metals, the blueprint to florals, and the brightest colors fallen in awe from the nature around turned into a halo is not a fight against the world but harmony.
Aylin, however, does have her protests but they sit in the pit of her stomach where she’s let them weigh her down like stones. It keeps her from running too fast into the face of impulse, and weary of a deep end. Her parents moved to New York when she was just fifteen years old, coming into her sophomore year of school right into the middle of the school year.
Specializing in glass making, Aylin was the one creation they had yet to crack. Their sons were broken in the trouble they had in the failure of their work. Her brothers became destructive, and in hopes of keeping her safe from their whirlwind, they took opportunity to run and went. For a couple of years, they flourished but they accepted her brothers back into their lives when they came searching with an apology at hand. It didn’t take long for them to bring what Aylin’s parents tried to escape from. Their ran through their funds, using their family’s money to support their addictions. Her parents did what they could to keep her safe, even if their menagerie was broken and all they had to keep was Aylin. She was expected to do well in school, to create a second chance for them and herself, to find freedom but all she ever found was solitude. They overworked themselves and rarely came home when she was awake to see them, and her brothers lived most of their stay out on the porch where their mother kicked them out for the haze of drugs that was so thick it filled the house in distain.
On the cusp of seventeen, promises withered. They failed to bloom and instead turned frail and so thin that Aylin’s small prayer blew them to dust. The trouble her brothers caused had robbed their family of everything, and love became a justification she grew weary of. Forced to go back to Turkey, her parents moved back and forth before eventually trying to leave Aylin behind to not exhaust her. Many believed she was free, but she was still in their glass cage. It didn’t take long for it to break, though. The fragility wasn’t a secret, and child services stepped in to relocate her until she was eighteen.
Everyone seemed to move along without her. Her brothers were able to clean up their act, get married, and finally have a clear path. Her parents were relieved of raising one more child, of threading expectation for her when they were poor examples, and thrived. Aylin, however, was left alone. They tried to step back into her life more than once, with her brothers attempting to either bring her home or take custody but it all failed.
Once she graduated at eighteen, Aylin no longer listened to their pleas. She pursued a trail they tried to warn her off of, but Aylin learned to not look for any kind road or fair sky where she walked. It would come with trouble. All she had to do was be aware of it, and take risk for herself when there was nothing left.
There was a way to find where she belonged despite going back to an aimless home— she found devotion in the unknown, looking into every corner her parents told her to avoid. She became what they feared for their sons and branded her a deviant and degenerate while all she'd done was devote herself entirely to the art that had brought her comfort for so many years in their absence.
PRESENT DAY
Aylin pursued a career in tattooing and has been able to live her life with minimal halt from her own worry. Specializing in single needle to create every detail of her favorite nature based designs, she’s created a name for herself even if she hushes it. Her tattooing allowed her opportunity to create larger than life pieces on individuals that created stepping stools for her move forward in her career and a place at a local shop instead of solely out of her apartment.
Her struggle now isn't finding her place, but taking ownership of who she is now that her family has completely written her off. She strays from losing control in the endeavors her brothers gave into, drugs and alcohol, but she's used poor judgement to make terrible decisions all on her own. If they want to believe she's a mess, she'll prove that she is and she can clean it up on her own.
HEADCANONS
She has bright blue hair, a characteristic that’s defined her since she was eighteen. She has a variety of tattoos and they are all nature based with florals. Her back tattoo is a mountain range piece that is tailored to every push and pull of her own muscles for each peak. They are all black and white, with the exception of white lilies scattered throughout different designs and a small red poppy in the center of her chest.
Aylin, despite her appearance, is rather reserved and takes time to trust people. She tries to act on impulse like those closest to her but it takes her some time.
WANTED CONNECTIONS
People she’s known since moving to the city at fifteen
People her brothers wronged during their time on the city
Any fellow foster kids, or even children of those who fostered her
Classmates
Clients as a tattoo artist
Enemies, even if its by proxy
Exes and short lived flings
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