hunter's moon

ayla karadeniz ☽ 28 year old werewolf like a bad religion tell me all your original sins so many questionable choices

[ayla-karadeniz]

arthur-m-hawthorne​:

Location: P.I Karadeniz’s Office

Status: Closed ( @ayla-karadeniz​ )

With Arthur’s recent spending history, he might as well become the Poison Room’s patron. Fresh blooms for seraphs long passed. Lilacs for baskets to be auctioned. And now a bouquet of safflowers for Ayla Karadeniz. Although Arthur was trying not to make sudden welcomes a habit, the case of a private investigator was something any seraph upholding the Accord needed to keep an eye on. An unsupervised private eye can easily get themselves meddled in the supernatural, especially one who hasn’t learned where not to poke their nose yet. But this was  just a warm-hearted welcome into the neighborhood, nothing too serious…Until the secretary opened the door and Arthur heard the bells. And the bells never lie.

‘The bells’ being the only term he can use to describe a seraph’s sense of supernatural detection. A PI and a supernatural? Fascinating. Arthur thanked the secretary escorting him and greeted Ayla with a smile. “Um, hello! I’m Arthur, Arthur Hawthorne. I’m a regular at the flower shop across the street and I just wanted to drop by and say hello, welcome to the city. I know the first couple days here can be chaotic but you’ll learn to love it eventually. ”

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The office had become her home, most nights Ayla found her way back here and passed out usually in some drunken state of her own doing. So, when she hired a secretary to help part time, it was mostly so Ayla would have someone to help with the people who came in, and to keep people away when she was not in the mood at all. The couch in her office was getting a lot of traffic, mostly since she didn’t have an apartment to live in otherwise. She could hear the secretary talking to someone cheerfully, more cheerfully than her usual demeanor and Ayla sat up a little in her chair groaning at what she could only expect coming her way. Her secretary didn’t get that cheerful unless someone was flirting with her or had really won her over. Either way it was not good for who was going to come through that door, especially not when her head was pounding. 

The door opened and she spotted a tall man with a bunch of sunflowers and a wide grin. She hadn’t taken off her sunglasses from that morning, so she merely stared at him behind the dark frames. “You’re the welcome wagon?” She asked, tilting the frames down to properly size him up. “I don’t remember asking for the welcome wagon to swing by.” His cheerful smile was met by an unamused look and one of annoyance. 

[hongkyeong]

[turkishdreams]

[ayla-karadeniz]

swearonstars​:

@ayla-karadeniz​

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Leyla Binici, the barista calling out her name was sweet music to the critic’s ears having gotten up far too early that morning in order to review a local bakery’s morning croissants and now being in desperate need of coffee to wash it down with. Only the moment she picked up her cup and spun around on the balls of her feet, she found her shoulder colliding directly into another’s. “Oh my god!” Leyla exclaimed. Her eyes widening in horror as she watched as her coffee in hand went splashing forwards. “I’m so sorry.”

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Leyla Binici. That was a name that Ayla would never forget for as long as she lived. The name would never stop to cause her to pause, to freeze, and to feel the ground tremble right under her. Her sister. Even the name felt foreign in her head, it was not the missing and stolen child that often came to mind, but the siblings she grew up with. Feeling as if she were in a haze, feeling more drunk than she had in the days she’d been trying to drown her sorrow, Ayla stumbled over towards the woman who responded to a name. Unsteady on her feet, she reached out to grab the woman, but she turned suddenly and the two collided. Not even the scalding coffee was enough to pull her out of her stupor, Ayla just stared with a horror and a wonder that made her look almost possessed. “Leyla Binici.” She breathed, the name more like a mantra in her family. 

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[ayla-karadeniz]

cruzmila​:

OPEN TO: Everyone

LOCATION: Park

@darkesthourstarters​

“Whoa! Hey there, buddy,” Mila chuckled, trying to keep her balance. She was used to energetic dogs, but the one currently jumping up at her with its lolling tongue and wagging tail seemed to come from nowhere. Leaning down to soothingly scratch the fur along its sides, she began to inspect for sign of an ID tag. “Looks like you slipped your collar, huh?” With a sympathetic look, she glanced around the people within their proximity—it was a nice day, the park was pretty busy; the dog could’ve belonged to anybody. “Come on,” she instructed gently, standing upright to begin leading the dog—a difficult feat considering its lack of collar and leash—toward the nearest person. “Hey,” Mila cleared her throat, “um, this isn’t your dog, right?” She’d try the people close by, then head to work to check the chip if needed, but Mila remained hopeful that she’d be able to reunite it with its owner here.​

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Ayla couldn’t explain what it was. Maybe it was her new species that was to blame for the new attention dogs seemed to show her. Before, Ayla had liked dogs, but not it felt like they were obsessed with her, like she smelled like bacon and was carrying tennis balls trailing after her. It was no different with the dog who had been jumping all over her just a second ago. Clearly he had gotten away from whoever owned him, he had no collar but his coat was too well groomed for him to be a stray. Still, he jumped all over Ayla, nearly knocking her down and trying to give her a bath of kisses. “Stop! Down! Get down!” Trying to push him down, she only got a moment of relief when he finally ran off. That was until someone brought him right back. “No!” The word came out a little louder than she would have liked, but seeing this dog being led straight back to her was not what she wanted. “He’s not mine.” She protested, her knee jerking up as she tried to push the dog back down, thankfully the other girl seemed to interest him just as much and he quickly abandoned Ayla in order to shove all his affection on the other. 

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[ayla-karadeniz]

Her second full moon. Ayla knew what that meant. She only had a little while longer before she lost control of who she was. A month or two and she’d be nothing more than a rabid and wild animal. Maybe then those who had been her family and home would have to put her down. They’d already abandoned her, Ayla was as good as dead already. Now it was time for them to finish the job. 

It was hard to find a private spot in New York City. But here she was, in a deserted spot of Central Park, her screams echoing off the trees surrounding her as the bones in her body broke. Did this ever get better for the creatures who turned again and again? Ayla didn’t want to find out, she knew she’d be put down before that happened. Falling to the ground, Ayla clawed at the dirt with her growing elongated nails as her scream turned deeper. Bones crack and she arched her back in an inhumanly way. Through the screams and cries, she didn’t hear the footsteps approaching, or sense the other watching her from the trees. All that mattered was the pain. 

@notjacobblack​

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[darkesthourrpg]

❝ CRUISING THROUGH THE DOOM DAYS, GOD KNOWS WHAT IS REAL AND WHAT IS FAKE. LAST COUPLE YEARS HAVE BEEN A MAD TRIP. HOW’D YOU LOOK SO PERFECT? ❞

GENERAL INFO

NAME: Ayla Karadeniz GENDER/PRONOUNS: Cis Woman, She/her DATE OF BIRTH: November 23rd, 1998 PLACE OF BIRTH: Jersey City, New Jersey CURRENT RESIDENCE: Brooklyn OCCUPATION: Private Investigator FACE CLAIM: Hande Erçel

SUPERNATURAL INFO

SPECIES: Werewolf PACK POSITION: Lone Wolf

BIOGRAPHY

By the time Ayla was born, her family was already broken. Two years before she was born, her mother had a baby at age 18. She had fallen in love with her fellow seraph while training and the two slept together, resulting in the pregnancy. But while she thought of getting rid of the baby, she finally thought she’d give the little girl up for adoption. But before she could hand over the little girl, she decided to keep the baby. The adoptive mother did not like that, and Ayla grew up with the story of how the corrupt and evil witch tried to drown her mother and stole her older sister. It had taken every last ounce of her mother’s strength to survive, but when she did she knew the Binici’s were nothing more than monsters.

Her mother grieved, vowing some day to get her daughter back and would not give up. She told him everything and finally married the man she loved. They grieved over their lost daughter and tried to bring it to the attention of the New Jersey Seraphs. The Agency agreed it was the worst crime, but if they ever tried to bring it to the attention of the New York Agency, they were only met with blockades and the overwhelming corruption that consumed the city and all the species living within. The truth never was able to get out, only met with lies, manipulation campaigns and threats against their loved ones. Eventually the New Jersey Agency had to close it’s ranks and swear one day to help the Karadeniz’s get their daughter back and to get justice for the corruption of the Binici’s.

It had taken a while, but eventually her mother became pregnant again and this time Ayla was born into a close family. She had two siblings who followed and the children were all raised in a seraph household, told of their duties and raised to believe that all supernatural species are evi. They were taught the horrors of the other species, the corruption and how they were subhuman. They would protect humans and seraphs from their destruction. The hostile attitude towards supernaturals was all Ayla knew, the Agency had adopted the same ideals as her parents and the hate surrounded every aspect of her life.

As Ayla grew up, she demonstrated that she would be a talented seraph. Her parents trained her before she could officially enter the Agency, and when she turned 18 she passed all the tests and trials with flying colors and soon became a full seraph. The day she received her tattoos was the happiest day of her life. Over the past decade she rose through the ranks, hunting those who were a threat to peace and forming what she thought was lifelong bonds with her fellow seraphs.

But it all proved to be nothing but sand, shifting and nothing more than a soft base.

During the last full moon, Ayla had been tasked with putting a stop to a werewolf who had gone too rabid, who had lost control enough times to end up on the Agency’s list. It should have been fine, she’d handled dangerous wolves like this before. But, this one turned out to be quicker than she’d ever dealt with. One moment she thought she’d finally pin him, and the next she felt him tearing into her flesh. Ayla screamed out that night, and knew the pain was deeper because of what she would become now.

Ayla survived the change, emerging now as a werewolf, her life as a seraph over. Though disaster would strike twice. As she ran to her Agency, the one home she knew of, for help she was turned away and told if she turned up again they’d put her down. Ayla was no longer a seraph, she was no longer family to them. Now she was nothing but a monster. Her own family turned their backs on her. Never before had she seen the disgust and disappointment in her mother’s eyes. With the only home and family she knew now turning their backs on Ayla, she fled. New York was a good place for someone to flee to when they had nowhere else to turn and she soon found herself stuck on the crowded streets. All alone with nowhere to turn to. The tattoos on her body continue to mark her, forever linking her to the old life she can no longer have.

Before she had been turned, Ayla had worked as a private investigator, and she tried to manage bringing these skills to New York City, she’d have to find a way to survive now that everyone she had ever loved turned their backs on her. Ayla knows she has the ticking clock above her head. Three months. Either she would join the werewolf pack in the city in that time or she would come out of this nothing more than the real monster her friends and family thought she truly was.

Now with no one to support her and the only community she knew disowning her for an accident, will she be able to join a pack she was taught to fear and hate, or will she lose control and know that eventually someone will come to put her down?

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[archvillainofromance]

[ayla-karadeniz]

lorcanxlochlainn​:

Just Another Day In Sin

Lorcan was helping out at the bar tonight as one of his bartenders called out, something about a family member in hospital. Lorcan wasn’t happy about it but he wasn’t about to force the person to come in if their family was needing them. He cursed his bleeding heart at times. He finished drying a glass and set it down on the drying mat before picking up another one. 

The loud heart thumping music was like a lullaby to him, with it’s gritty and catchy tones that gave the dancers the music to dance to their hearts content. He was finishing up the last of the glasses when someone caught his attention. A customer sat down a the bar top and he gave an nod in greetings. 

“How canna help you?” He asked in his thick Irish accent as he set down the towel and gave the customer his undivided attention. 

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One of the first things Ayla did when arriving in New York was to find places to lose herself. She could feel her time slipping away and she was in complete and utter free fall. New York had been an escape, the overwhelming number of people a great place to lose herself. But, she knew that the large population meant that there was more people for her to hurt when she finally did lose herself. Swallowing the bile in the back of her throat, Ayla wrestled with the dilemma she had been turning over since the clock started. Run to the city and once she lost control allow someone to put her done after doing some damage? Or flee and head to the wild where she’d be nothing more than a beast. 

Sitting down at the bar, Ayla was just looking for something, anything really, to numb and quiet the voices in her head. Walking past the bar, she noticed how dark it looked, how crowded it was. It would provide the perfect place to lose herself. Her family, her friends, her whole community had turned their backs on her. The prospect of choosing a werewolf pack or becoming a monster and being put down weighed on her with every second of the day. She just wanted to forget it all. “A bottle of whiskey, please.” Ayla said over the music once she caught the other’s attention. She wasn’t picky about what brand, just anything to get her drunk. 

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[ayla-karadeniz]

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