#retaliation.intro

[retributionfm]

AND WHEN YOU FIND HIM, WE DON’T KILL HIM, WE JUST WATERBOARD HIM; WE KILLIN’ ‘EM FOR FREEDOM ‘CAUSE THEY TORTURED US FOR BOREDOM.

GENERAL DETAILS.

FULL NAME:  maria pilar alvarez

NICKNAME(S): ria

AGE:  thirty-nine

DATE OF BIRTH:  june 9, 1983

PLACE OF BIRTH: lancaster, az

CURRENT LOCATION: lancaster, az

GENDER: cis woman

PRONOUNS: she/her

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: demisexual

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: demiromantic leaning hetero

RELIGION: former catholic / current atheist

OCCUPATION:  part-time mechanic / vice president of the sinful ones

EDUCATION LEVEL: high school graduate

LIVING ARRANGEMENTS: a two bedroom home in the city that belonged to her dad

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE.

FACECLAIM: diane guerrero

HAIR COLOR AND STYLE: medium-to-dark brown, varies in length (currently short)

EYE COLOR: hazel-brown

HEIGHT: five foot, two inches

WEIGHT: get bent

BODY AND BUILD:  slightly curvy with lithe muscle

TATTOOS: a sparrow on the back of her right hip; a wilting orchid on her front left hip

PIERCINGS: four in either earlobe, helix, daith

CLOTHING STYLE:  casual & comfortable OR absolute boss lady

DISTINGUISHING CHARACTERISTICS: birthmark on her left wrist, a few burn scars from mechanic work on her arms, varied other small scars from scraps

HEALTH.

MENTAL DISORDER(S): depression

PHYSICAL DISORDER(S):  none

ALLERGIES: pollen

SLEEPING HABITS:  in spurts, generally nude but always strapped

EATING HABITS:  whatever is on hand, will eat junk a lot but can cook well enough when she has time

SOCIABILITY: charming, personable, until you cross her

ADDICTIONS: none

DRUG USE:  recreational, past

ALCOHOL USE: frequent

FAMILY, RELATIONSHIPS, ETC.

MOTHER: marisol alvarez née gomez (estranged, might as well be dead)

FATHER:  dante alvarez (deceased)

SPOUSE: none

BEST FRIEND: xavier ramzi @xavierxramzi

EXES: many

SIBLING(S):  none that she is aware of

PET(S):  formerly-stray cat named rascal

BIOGRAPHY.

TW: CANCER, DEATH

maria was born and raised in lancaster. her mother, sofia, was out of the picture when she was young — fled to follow some dream or another — but her father, dante, remained and raised her the best he could. they struggled a lot with money and keeping things afloat, but he never let his daughter think that she would go without; he always made it work.

by the time maria hit middle school she was already showing promise in academics, but didn’t pursue any of it. she started to sabotage her own progress on purpose and remained middling, even after her teaches tried to contact her dad about how she had so much potential. he’d talked with her, asked her why she was tanking and go a response he wasn’t expecting: I don’t care about going on to bigger and better things, I’m staying in Lancaster and I’m helping you.

as much as dante wanted his daughter to leave — spread her wings and fly more than out of his life — he’d raised her to do what she believed in and so he couldn’t very well try to force her out of it. he asked that she not fail her classes, that she excel as she would normally, but deny any offers that didn’t appeal to her. he’d hoped one would come along to give her a reason to leave.

he decided, just in case, to spend time with maria and teach her a trade of sorts; he’d always worked odd jobs here and there and briefly at one of the mechanics in town and had a lot of knowledge in that realm… so he taught maria.

maria knew her way around the engine of a motorcycle before she hit high school and, as per their agreement, continued to be exceptional in her classes while still maintaining her work with her father on mechanics.

she had plenty of time to be free and do her own thing, getting into the trouble that most teenagers do and, on more than one occasion, ending up in the back of a cop car because she was not nearly so pale as her co-conspirators; she ended up bitter after a while over this and made sure to keep her nose as clean as possible, so to speak, while still reveling in her youth.

when she was fifteen, dante got cancer, something that had been in him for far too long and had been left to molder until it had spread and eaten much of who he was. they hadn’t had any money or convenience to get him checked before when he was asymptomatic and so everything got out of hand. maria wasn’t handling it well and often got into fights with the nurses, though never actually hitting one, and generally raged against everyone and everything and the cruelty of the system.

he only had a year with her, and he had nothing to leave her beside the house. deathbeds are a strange thing and dante, in his delirium, forgot how he’d wanted her to be free to choose… he begged her to sell the house for whatever she could get for it and leave, especially now that he was going to be gone.

only sixteen and having to listen to your father, weak from chemo and barely hanging on, begging you to leave the only home you’ve ever known and leave behind the only family you have on record was too much. even if he passed, he’d still be there, in that place, haunting it in some way or another and she wanted to feel that weight on her.

she lied, she promised to leave and find her own way, to appease him before he died, knowing full well she was staying right there for the remainder of her life. he passed quietly in the night with a smile on his face and his sleeping daughter’s hand in his.

she now owned a house but did not want to end up in the system. she forged a way to stay, leaving school in the process and any of her father’s actually hopes for her there with it; all it took was a little half-assed paperwork and the system thought maria was in new mexico with extended family being looked after. the system didn’t really care about girls like her anyway.

seventeen and on her own in a house and needing to pay the way, she started to take odd mechanic jobs, not actually applying at any one place as it might raise some red flags, but doing off-the-books work to help out when people needed a sub-in, especially at the mechanics that didn’t mind a little under the table work.

the money wasn’t great, all in all, but she managed to survive; she kept the lights on in the house, kept the water running, kept it tidy, and ate (if not well), and she survived. that’s what she did. that’s what she does.

as she turned eighteen and realized that the bills were being paid but she was saving up zero money for any kind of future (even if she planned to remain in town), she turned to the strip club. there were people who would derisively snort at strippers or anyone in sex work, but there was no shame in maria’s game; she knew she was a pretty woman and she knew that taking her clothes off and getting men to pay her bills just for the chance to see her naked was a damn sight better than struggling elsewhere.

she took pride in her work, and when anyone tried to break the no touching rule, she often broke a nose. it would have gotten her into trouble at most jobs, strangely enough, but at that job she was given a nod as a bouncer escorted the bleeding patron away. she felt like herself.

it was only six months in when someone new approached and sat in front of her. she recognized him from one of the shops she moonlighted at for mechanic work — he didn’t work there, she didn’t think, and she hadn’t really seen him around town much but that’s where she saw him — and didn’t let it stop her from doing her thing. there was money given (far more than most) and a piece of paper along with it. someone wanted to talk to her.

the meeting was out of town, not too far but far enough to not be considered lancaster. maria was wary of it and knew that something else was going on but she sat down, she listened, she was offered a position in a club that would rival the wild coyotes and, to her credit, she asked questions. not hard or invasive ones, but she wasn’t keen on leaving lancaster where her father’s ashes had been spread and needed to know more.

she didn’t get it. it wasn’t her place to be asking but she was offered a chance to be involved in something that could change lancaster, and with that promise she was sold. being a prospect was never a fun thing, however.

she suffered at the hands of her seniors, but did so dutifully, finding herself in situations that involved crimes that she didn’t mind committing, even murder in some cases, and didn’t really think about the law-breaking of it all. the law had never been kind of her and she was trying to get her own foothold… become something as her father had wanted, though he likely hadn’t pictured that.

it took a while to get patched in, and in the process she acquired more than her fair share of bruises, scars, cuts, and tattoos; she became a harder person overall, but shrewd and quick witted. she understood the ins and outs of several venues of revenue for the club and offered herself up for as much as she could. she built up a seat of loyalty and dedication to the sinful ones. she served, she evolved, she created, and she was good at it.

it was only a year or so ago that she found herself offered the position of vice president, not hesitating to take that oath and serve the club as she always had. they had designs on lancaster now, and she was going to see her home returned to what it was, rather than what it was forced to be over the years under the wild coyotes as they lost the thread of what they were meant to be.

she and the rest of the club would see it done, you can bet on that.

CONNECTIONS.

friends

childhood friends

former clients at strip club when she worked there

exes

love interest / will they, won't they / slow burn / messy relationship

people after her position

wild coyotes trying to get to her

wild coyotes trying to harm her

[atksids]

[ sam heughan, cis male, he/him, 42 ] One who better stay safe is [ sidney delgado ]. They are a [ firefighter ] who have been in Lancaster for [ less than a year ]. They are [ in favor of the wild coyotes/sinful ones ] and what they stand for. People say they are [ reliable ] and [ thorough ] but their enemies would say they are [ cynical ] and [ removed ]. They are described as [ warm beer on the steps of a trailer, a thirty year-old car that leaks oil but putters to life when needed, stale coffee made for you by a close friend ].

details. name: sidney "sids" delgado age / d.o.b.: 35 / march 13th, 1987 gender, pronouns & sexuality: cis-male, he/him, bisexual (technically in closet) hometown: lancaster, az petaluma, ca affiliation: civilian, associated with the sinful ones by family job position: firefighter, retired professional baseball player education: bachelor's in english from university of texas relationship status: single  children: none (he’d be such a bad parent.) positive traits: fair, honest, reliable, thorough negative traits: cynical, removed, one-track minded

history (to be fleshed out as character develops).

born out of wed-lock to john flemming and grace delgado, the true nature of sidney's existence was meant to be hush-hush. in the beginning, there was no true place he found himself calling "home". he would bounce around various locations in the south-west, staying with so-and-so there and those-guys here. it wouldn't be until sid was near twelve that he was able to settle down into a life in the small town of petaluma, california. if asked, he will say he is from cali, not arizona.

a constant in sidney's life was always baseball. when nothing else made sense to the young boy or went his way, there was always a ball and a bat waiting for him to let off steam. he dedicated himself to the sport, falling into it as a source of comfort when he and his mother moved state lines yet again, moved schools and counties. as long as he could play baseball wherever he went- he didn't care.

his mother's family had always been a presence in his life, and perhaps on some level he knew something about their way of life wasn't exactly how his friends' families operated, but he learned young not to ask too many questions, least you discover something you didn't want to know. the suspicious police officer that followed his relatives one too many times, the strange looks they'd give one another when he asked something they couldn't elaborate upon.

sidney know's good and well who his father is, not that anyone else knows that he does. a letter of correspondence between grace and michael fell into his lap on accident on the eve of his sixteenth birthday, and piece by piece things began to click. pressure had begun to build within him, and with every night of snooping sidney would embark on, it only continued to mount.

his passion for baseball paid off when he was afforded a full-ride sports scholarship to the university of texas. sidney took off to texas the second he could. he couldn't take the lies and facades that surrounded his existence with his mother. his family. he didn't care how much they loved him- was he not allowed to know the truth? did they think he'd just live complacently? whatever their reasons for pretending were, sidney just knew he couldn't take it anymore. he didn't need them to make it in life. he just needed to be good.

sidney's performance on the field throughout college netted him a spot in one of texas' double-a teams' rosters. he didn't care that he had to share an apartment with four other guys just to be able to afford a place to lay his head near the stadium. in his eyes, sidney had finally made it. it would take him another eight years to step foot into a triple-a arena as a player, but when he did, the elation sidney felt was like no other. though never a star player of the major league, sidney prided himself on being a reliable batter in the rotation, always appearing when needed. he lasted seven years playing at that level, before age began to catch up with him. at the age of thirty-four, sidney's time as a professional athlete drew to a close.

after a few strangly worded emails from his mother and uncle, sidney realized there was something afoot. just as the sinful ones move into lancaster, he, too, returns to the town of his birth seeking answers he was once complacent in not knowing about.

wanted connections.

(these are very very very loose ideas that i'm 100% up to polishing with you! sidney is a new character and im still developing him so everything below is a suggestion :3c)

work buddies: sid's taken up a job as a firefighter here in lancaster! anyone in a related field he'd interact with is free to chat him up

club related: because sid is Technically blood to the sinful ones, anyone who's been in the club for the past twenty-ish years has probably heard of grace's son, even if they don't know him.

club related, but this time with dramatic irony: sidney is also technically blood to the wild coyotes (drama). he knows about john and a bit about the wild coyotes, but he hasn't told a soul he knows. could this change if he becomes friends/forms a relationship of some kind??

baseball: sidney still loves the sport and sometimes comes and watches the grade school games at the schools around town. if your character has kids playing, sidney might crack a smile or two at their performance and have some nice words (wow!)

+ any standard connection ideas! (friends, hook-ups, drink buddies, neighbors, etc..)

[wesfms]

[ chris evans, cis man, he/him, thirty nine ] Wanted, dead or alive is [ weston davis ]. They are a [ bouncer at sapphire ] who have been in Lancaster for [ 4 months ]. They are affiliated with [ sinful ones ] and serves them as a [ member ]. People say they are [ cunning ] and [ outgoing ] but their enemies would say they are [ self absorbed ] and [ aggressive ]. They are described as [ waking up in a different state after a week long bender, a charming smile accompanied by dead eyes, loving someone you can never have ].

Born in Dallas, Texas in the summer of 1983, Weston Davis has always been just a tad bit different. Some would call him chaotic, impulsive - always looking for the next thrill, even as a kid who clawed his way up the side of the family home to the roof, solely so he could launch himself into the pool below. Only five years old when his mother decided to leave shortly after the birth of his younger brother, there’s been an ex or two who swear up and down that the abandonment is what screwed him up. Is it true? Well, his detest for motherly figures and people trying to take care of him certainly suggests it, but he’s not entirely convinced.

Throughout his entire life after his mother left, Wes has known he was the black sheep of the Davis family. While first borns tended to be the stereotype for the Golden Child, he knew full well that it was his younger brother who held the crown in the family. It was Wes who caused trouble - got tossed into the back of cop cars when parties were broken up, brought home with liquor still on his breath, the one who broke curfew and snuck out whenever he felt the urge. And when he left home and decided to go to Las Vegas after two years in community college, while his little brother was already talking with recruiters for the military, it just confirmed what he already knew - he was trouble, not cut out for settling down and holding a proper nine-to-five.

In Vegas, he got a job as a male dancer in a Magic Mike production, and it was where he thrived. He loved having all eyes on him, loved how being on stage made him feel. He’d never thought much about what he would do in the future - when he got too old for stripping. Until, at least, the day he’d found himself among the company of the Sinful Ones. Most don’t remember now how Wes fell in among their ranks, only that he’s been with them long enough to be trusted, even if he doesn’t tend to let any of them in enough to be considered friends with them. It’s pretty par for the course as far as he’s concerned, so now they just tend to accept it and not ask too many questions.

Since coming to Lancaster, he’s gotten a job as a bouncer at Sapphire - lacking the male strip clubs that were common in Vegas, it seemed like the most fitting job, especially since he’d have a place to work out his anger issues with unruly customers, but he has been known to be convinced to join visiting dancers onstage for women’s night, and he’s almost always a hit.

He’s been quoted as saying he’s only interested in people when their clothes are off - as soon as they go back on, he loses interest. Naturally, this has lead to his road name being Casanova, and a long string of people he’s slept with. Even though he’s nearly forty, he’s never been in a committed relationship, though this isn’t entirely because of his habit of keeping people at arms’ length.

His best friend, his total ride-or-die, has held Wes’ heart in his hand pretty much since the moment they met, years ago now. Almost every single time they’re hanging out, Wes “jokingly” asks him to marry him, and knowing how Wes his, his best friend just laughs it off or gives one reason or another why they can’t - either totally oblivious to, or pretending not to notice, how serious he really is about it. Despite his long list of hookups, even in the short time he’s been in Lancaster, the Sinful Ones (at the very least) know that said best friend is the only one who could ever actually get Wes to do anything he didn’t want to do.

potential connections :

hook - ups : open*

best friend : going to be a connection sent into the main**

dancers : despite wes being distant at the best of times, he’s protective over the dancers at sapphire, taking their safety seriously

etc.

*wes is interested in all genders, but he does tend to lean towards male-presenting people.

[xavierrx]

❛ when you look at yourself, are you a man or a monster?

GENERAL DETAILS.

FULL NAME:  xavier ramzi.

NICKNAME(S): x, ramzi.

AGE:  thirty-seven.

DATE OF BIRTH:  november 1st, 1984.

PLACE OF BIRTH: jersey city, new jersey.

CURRENT LOCATION: lancaster, arizona.

GENDER: cis male.

PRONOUNS: he/him.

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: heterosexual.

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: heteromatic

RELIGION: none.

OCCUPATION:  district attorney / sgt. at arms for the sinful ones.

EDUCATION LEVEL:  juris doctor.

LIVING ARRANGEMENTS: three bedroom home outside of city limits.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE, ETC.

FACECLAIM: zeeko zaki.

HAIR COLOR AND STYLE: dark. keeps it short.

EYE COLOR: dark brown.

EYESIGHT:  20/30.

HEIGHT: six foot, five inches.

WEIGHT: two hundred and twenty pounds.

BODY AND BUILD:  athletic.

TATTOOS: none.

PIERCINGS: none.

CLOTHING STYLE:  casual / business.

DISTINGUISHING CHARACTERISTICS: beard, eyes.

HEALTH.

MENTAL DISORDER(S): officially, none.

PHYSICAL DISORDER(S):  none.

ALLERGIES:  none.

SLEEPING HABITS:  he doesn’t sleep much. too much stress.

EATING HABITS:  likes to cook, rarely gets to. prefers cleaner takeout.

SOCIABILITY: charming when needed.

ADDICTIONS:  none.

DRUG USE:  none.

ALCOHOL USE: daily.

FAMILY, RELATIONSHIPS, ETC.

MOTHER: odion ramzi.

FATHER:  zahara ramzi.

SPOUSE: florence razmi née ortiz.

BEST FRIEND: 

EXES: 

SIBLING(S):  none.

PET(S): 

KEY POINTS

trigger warnings: hint of a death threat.

Xavier grew up in a medium income home in Northern New Jersey. He looked over the river at New York City growing up and wondered if he’d ever make it there. It was a driving force behind everything he did. Growing up, he kept his head down. While other kids wanted to have fun, all he wanted was to learn.

He worked hard to stay at the top of his class. He volunteered wherever he could and even went as far as job shadowing a prosecutor from the DA’s office near his residence. His grades, volunteer work, shadowing, and his persuasive essays were enough to get him into NYU’s undergraduate program for law.

He did well, but when it came to law school, he surprised everyone when he announced that he would be attending the University of Arizona State over NYU’s law school. It wasn’t about going to the better school, but he wanted a fair chance at making a name for himself and he didn’t think he’d get that in New York.

After graduating law school, he relocated to New Mexico thanks to the state having reciprocity with Arizona. His first big challenge left him eager to accept. The DA told him it would make or break his career, but Xavier hadn’t known how much truth that was. After two weeks, he was sipping whiskey from a plastic cup in a one bedroom apartment when a knock at the door changed his life. They gave him two options: join their club or wish that he’d joined the club.

After that night, he was brought into the fold of the organization. At first, it was turning a blind eye to the petty criminal advances of the group. He didn’t like betraying his oath to uphold the law, but he chose to see the positive side of making changes.

After ten years of unofficial consult, he was offered a position. SGT. at arms. How could he say no to such a thing? Of course, it came at a cost. There were moves in play that required him to take yet another step up. The first time they mentioned him getting married to a woman he barely knew, he thought it was a joke, but soon enough, they tied the knot and had a role to play.

The job? This time, it was to Lancaster. Getting in the District Attorney’s office as Assistant District Attorney was the easy part. He played his role for a couple of months and like magic, the District Attorney decided it was time to step down, leaving the role up for grabs. He laid on the charm thick, promised himself to the people, and had a shining record to match his radiating smile. It was no surprise when the votes dropped and Attorney Ramzi was named the new head of the prosecutor’s office.

KEY POINTS

Connections page can be found here.

fellow law companions or enemies

coffee associate

enemies to friends

unlikely friends

neighbors

anyone from his past

[mclting]

“Suddenly the clouds have opened up and I'm being seen in all of my glory. The time has come for fate to decide if a part of me is even worthy.”

.♡    — BASICS.

» Name: Ezrak Aziz Gülen » Nickname(s): Ez » Age / Birth / Zodiac: 30 years old / November 3rd / Scorpio » Place of Birth: Bursa, Turkey » Residence: Lancaster, USA » Gender: Cis Man — He/him » Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual » Occupation: Political Economy Professor — Collector (The Wild Coyotes) » Language(s) Spoken: English, Spanish and Turkish

.♡    — PERSONALITY.

» Positive Traits: Meticulous, analytical, intuitive » Negative Traits: Worrier, impatient, fiery » Goals/Desires: To find purpose to continue living and eventually get reveange.  » Likes: Long road trips on his bike, boxing, routine, reading books to increase his knowledge, listen to r&b, rap and hip-hop » Dislikes: People that treat others poorly, canceling plans at the last minute, being late without a plausible reason for it to happen, being interrupted

.♡    — FAMILY.

» Father: Devrim Gülen  » Mother: Irmak Gülen » Wife: Alaya Adlawan-Gülen (deceased) » Pet(s): —

.♡    — BIOGRAPHY.

tw: death mention

The worst part about falling in love is knowing time is your greatest enemy and, eventually, you’ll lose them. Ezrak got to figure that out when he least expected; cruel hands of time would carve in him sadness in its most painful form. However, before that experience would be part of his journey in life, Ezrak would mostly appreciate the beautiful moments in life. Although he wasn’t old enough to remember where he was born back in Bursa, he had his parents to offer stories about it since most of his entire life happened inside the city of Phoenix. 

While he was a child, Ezrak had nothing to complain about, an easy person to befriend, a curious being always ready to offer questions to whoever was willing to listen to him. Ezrak was a light in his family’s house.

While going through adolescence, Ezrak was mostly forming his personality, allowing himself to reach popularity easily and once he finally graduated and headed to college, he met the woman that would become the love of his life. The young adult years provided him the chance of meeting Alaya; someone that he had never seen before and yet, once he did, his mind couldn’t travel elsewhere but to the image of her. And while it took some time to cause her to accept going on a date with him, eventually she accepted it. And it was simply like they’d been made for each other.

Ezrak knew he had found the one. They balanced each other out, a strong girl that turned into an amazing woman. And when all the goodbyes, as the end of the weekend would approach, made it hard to be apart from her and wanting to share a home would suffice ending such distance, Ezrak proposed to her. 

That was the first moment, he understood that life wasn’t as beautiful as he painted it to be. A new perspective was offered once with teary eyes Alaya offered a new layer about herself, secrets that she was so wise to keep that he hadn’t noticed throughout the time they were together. She was part of a gang. It was the way she was able to gain the money needed in case she wanted to help her family and also to be able to build the life she wanted for herself.

Alaya didn’t ask him to join the club, at least not so literally, but she gave him an opening, and there was nothing in this world that Ezrak wouldn’t do for her. And, in his point of view, it’d give him the chance of being around her, protect her and learn more about this side of Alaya that was brand new for him. With that, he didn’t give up on the idea of marriage and she finally offered the ‘yes’ he so wanted to hear. And with that, he moved to Lancaster with her for good.

Ezrak was aware that he had to show his worth to her club, so they knew he’d be a good addition. He relied on his own loyalty to Alaya to make them understand that the same would be offered to them. Besides, with his graduation in Economics, he was in the hopes of being able to work alongside Alaya once he finally reached enough time in the Wild Coyotes to earn the position. 

Despite being in the middle of his path and still unable to become a collector, he was offered the good news that made him happier than Ezrak ever thought he could be: Alaya was pregnant with their first child. It took a couple of months for Ezrak to see his perspective of a strong person being shattered and changed by someone who needed his help more than usual. Life is fragile and Alaya wasn’t an exception to this rule. It was supposed to be an evening of celebrations, celebrating their anniversary and counting the days until the moment everyone would meet their child and their family would only grow bigger. But the news that reached him was that Alaya was rushed to the hospital for different reasons other than going through labor.

The next time his dark eyes landed on the doctor that was taking care of Alaya, it was only to hear the bad news, to lose the strength he had. Alaya didn’t make it, neither did their baby. The pain that emanated from him, echoed in the hallway of the hospital. Grief climbed on top of his shoulders and hasn’t left that position for the past five years.

The information about what happened to her was borderline frightening; the subtleness that it could’ve been because of the Wild Coyotes, or that it was merely an accident. It drove him insane that none of the information offered was concrete enough to give him the exact answer of what could've happened to the love of his life.

Becoming a collector, like Alaya used to be, was almost his own way of being closer to his wife and all the memories still collected within his brain. Ezrak knew he could’ve left if he wanted to, run away to Bursa and pretend that this nightmare could remain back in the United States. But despite years passing by, vengeance became part of his blood and with everything that had happened to the club; the retaliation and all the violence contained in the altercation between clubs, caused him to stay. In the end he wasn’t wrong about saying he was a good addition and that he was loyal.

Despite not working fully as a professor the past few years, he tries to give a few classes here and there for the sake of being able to say where his income was coming from. 

Everyone can sense a difference in him throughout those years; at least, in case they’ve known Ezrak his entire life. It’s easy to notice how he’s no longer the joyful young man he used to be, often quite hardly sharing his life with others. Mostly, Ezrak focuses on the fact that life goes on. That it’s pointless to assume that simply because someone is gone time will stop for grief. It never does and it never will.

.♡    — HEADCANONS.

To be written.

.♡    — CONNECTION IDEAS.

For more information, check the link: here.

[mclting]

“Life is but a dream that you manifested slowly.”

.♡    — BASICS.

» Name: Cemre Rüya Sunar » Nickname(s): — » Age / Birth / Zodiac: 35 years old / January 3rd / Capricorn » Place of Birth: Ankara, Turkey » Residence: Lancaster, USA » Gender: Cis Woman — She/her » Sexual Orientation: Bisexual » Occupation: Private Investigator » Language(s) Spoken: English and Turkish

.♡    — PERSONALITY.

» Positive Traits: Practical, ambitious, disciplined » Negative Traits: Fatalistic, grudging, relentless » Goals/Desires: To provide a good life for her son Deniz and to find out more behind the clubs. » Likes: Enjoy relaxing in serene, bucolic environments surrounded by soft sounds, soothing aromas, and succulent flavors » Dislikes: People taking advantage of others, obnoxious know-it-all people

.♡    — FAMILY.

» Father: Elkin Sunar » Mother: Nihan Sunar » Son: Deniz Sunar » Pet(s): Paris and Zeus (dogs)

.♡    — BIOGRAPHY.

Cemre is methodical, too controlling of her own life. Too much, in fact. The weight of wanting to be perfect and to avoid any sort of flaws came from sharing the attention of her parents with her siblings. Somehow, Cemre pressured herself into being close to perfection, metaphorically it was the reason why she'd burn herself nearly as much as Icarus trying to fly closer to the sun. Trying to reach the intangible notion of flawlessness. 

In the construction of who she would become, it was transparent how family was important to her — despite the competition Cemre created inside her own mind between herself and her younger siblings. She’ll quite often put them first in her life and would do anything for them. It was also why in high school she was constantly having her sibling’s back whenever it was needed.

Although a joyful child, she was used to being a quiet child in the same proportion. There was something interesting about paying attention to everything that happened in her surroundings, learning more about people as they were the ones to engage in conversations and offer so freely who they were and what they expected from the world: expectations, dreams, complaints. It gave her the chance of learning more about others before they were even aware that they were doing so. The one place that she would find herself being more talkative, it’d be around close friends and family. And that was why Cemre was never a popular person at school.

And she didn’t care about being popular or not, studies were what mattered to her during this time being. Cemre wanted to leave her mark in the world, to construct something important, or to, at least offer her knowledge to those who needed it. Her type of intelligence came in the shape of interpersonal intelligence mostly. Cemre adored observing people, and it was easy to find her studying instead of partying, hardly being the troubling teenager she could've been. Besides the idea of wanting to make her parents proud and watching her father’s career were enough for Cemre to decide that  Criminal Justice would be her choice in college.

Everything was following her plans, she felt in control of her own life for a long time. So, when she was able to get a scholarship to study in the United States, it didn’t surprise her at all. And moving away from her family was the first moment she was able to be independent and to let go of most of the ties that caused her to act trying to make them happy instead of her own self.

There was only one moment in life that Cemre felt she had been a disappointment. Despite earning some maturity and working on building the career she aimed to have, it was during a heading to a party with friends that she met him. A few drinks, the touch of an unknown man that was just there to visit a few friends and that was all it took for her to find out a few months later that she was pregnant. At first, the news merely frightened her, but Cemre couldn't terminate it, yet she had distaste towards the idea of letting her family know about the pregnancy

The one person she was able to tell was her current boyfriend at that time. In a turmoil of emotions, once she finally discovered the pregnancy, she could only rely on him to have someone around despite how much sharing that she was pregnant with someone else scared her. Because if he left, she would be alone… again. But he didn’t. 

Ever since her child was born, there was a switch of careers inside her mind. Becoming a Private Investigator would give her more money than anything else, and that’s what she would focus on for the sake of providing a good life for Deniz. And that has been her goal for the past ten years. 

Her boyfriend at the time not only was there for her, but became the father figure she aimed for her son to have, since Cemre had no clue who Deniz's father was and didn’t know how to search for him. Getting engaged to the love of her life was also the easiest choice she had to make; however, time shattered their connections unexpectedly. Cemre didn’t know exactly what had happened that led to his decision of breaking up, despite the reasons offered, she felt there was something more. 

Maybe a bad habit, or simply Cemre knowing how good she was at her job, she attempted to find out more about her ex-fiance, what was happening and why he acted the way he did. And the potential answer — while still with plenty of vacant gaps — gave her a location: Lancaster. And an issue: the clubs installed in the city.

Despite the potential danger, she wanted to know more about it. In hopes that no one would even figure out that she was investigating the whole situation, what she had in mind was the excuse to move closer to her ex, since Deniz missed his father all too much. It’s been a year that they are in town. Cemre thought it’d be an interesting change and hopefully a good place to raise her son, despite it all, while also making a name for herself in her own field of work.

.♡    — HEADCANONS.

FORENSIC SCIENCE. Cemre has been a curious person ever since she was a child, it was something that overflowed to her relationships and, eventually, her career. Cemre attended California State University to study forensic science, and after internship, once she found out about her pregnancy, Cemre decided to work as a private investigator.

.♡    — CONNECTION IDEAS.

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