[ ASLIHAN MALBORA. CIS FEMALE. SHE/HER. ] though the mist might prevent some from seeing it, AYLIN KALKAN is actually a descendent of DIONYSUS. it’s still a question of whether or not the TWENTY FOUR year old COMMUNICATIONS MAJOR from COLOGNE, GERMANY has taken after their godly parent completely, but the demigod is still known to be quite VIVACIOUS & TACTLESS.
[ i will probably go back and fix this up a little later but here u go for now! go easy on me, aylin is a v new bby and i’m yet to figure her out further. enjoy this slightly all over the place gal! <3 ]
NAME: aylin neylan kalkan.
DOB & ZODIAC: august 21st 1996 & leo (obviously).
PLACE OF BIRTH: cologne, germany.
LANGUAGES: german, greek, english, turkish (not as good as her mother would like her to be).
ROMANTIC/ SEXUAL ORIENTATION: biromantic, bisexual
MAJOR: communications
EXTRACURRICULARS: drama club, debate team, feminist alliance.
MBTI: ENFP (the entertainer).
soft wavy hair, pastel pink post its, scrunched up nose, dogeared scripts, unanswered texts, a latte with two shots of espresso, being ten minutes late to class, a laugh that carries over a crowd, dancing in the kitchen at 2am, terrible plant mom, floral prints.
BIOGRAPHY (might work on this more later)
aylin was born in germany, to her mother and supposed father who are both second generation immigrants from turkey. she speaks a bit of turkish but it’s honestly pretty broken (or as her mother says a disgrace). she has two sisters and one brother, who are technically only her half-siblings but she has never regarded them as anything less but the bane of her existence. when she was in elementary school she had a bit of a habit of over-dramatizing everyday life stories and therefore all of her friends at that time thought she was living an incredibly exciting life. her parents found out when a teacher asked them about it once, full of confusion about his student rather extraordinary activities and the permanent teasing of her siblings made her stop.
her mother only told aylin about her true heritage when she was about to turn thirteen and therefore be claimed by her godly parent. true to her rather dramatic character, aylin was quite hurt by this. for a long time she would tell anyone who would hear that her family wasn’t truly her family anymore, convinced she would never be able to trust them anymore after this grand betrayal. she forgave her mother about a week later.
coming to eonia was a dream of hers ever since she heard about it at summer camp. she always truly enjoyed being among other demi gods and to be honest a bit of distance from her family certainly wasn’t going to hurt her either. currently her major is in communications, which she does enjoy but she knows deep down that all she wants to do with her life is act. for the moment she is continuing her studies, eager to get her degree but she then plans to give acting a good shot. however, she knows this will lead to some complications between her and her parents, so she is keeping her plans a secret for now.
WANTED CONNECTIONS:
this is just a very basic list of possible connections i would love for aylin so hmu (or like this and i might slide into ur dms) if you’re interested and we can plot them out further! <3
platonic: best friends, friends from summer camp, friends who share her major or extracurriculars (especially drama club aay), gym pals, drinking/partying buddies, frenemies.
romantic: one night stands, exes (give me all of them. on good terms, on bad terms, still not quite over one another? i love them all), flirtationship, hate ship (kinda like an rivals/enemies w weird tension thing u know)
misc.: petty rivals, annoyance, mentor/sibling like relationships, distant memories (aka we met once elsewhere)
DISCIPLINE WAS SOMETHING THAT NOT EVEN THE MILITARY COULD INSTILL IN IVAN. he had returned to eonia just a week ago and he was back to his bad habits of running late. fortunately, he still remembered how to get out of troubles. for once, nepotism had its advantages. a quick stop at gaia’s grounds and he was ready to be fashionably late to the drama club meeting. “sorry, i overslept,” he cynically states as he walks into the room. “but that didn’t stop me from spoiling my favorite drama president.” an innocent smile graces his features as he hands aylin the drink he especially got for her, a way to earn her forgiveness for being late. “okay, so what have i missed? and i mean not just the past 30 minutes, but the past two months.”
in the process of staring the members of the cast sitting in front of them down, aylin’s initially reaction at the door opening once more is to snap her head up and direct her anger at the intruder. upon seeing it was ivan however, she smiled a little. “ you overslept? it’s 4pm, ivan. ” the coffee he handed her, however, replaced the frown on her face with a smile instantly. what could she say, she was a woman of simple wants and one of them was always without fail coffee. taking a sip, she then waves at the other. “okay, go through the lines again and consider your roles motivations a little further. i don’t want to see any of these passionless portrayals again.” then she turns to ivan hums, trying to figure out just what to tell him. “so, we’re doing hamlet. got a few new people who joined and some of them are frankly... amateurs so we could definitely use another person who actually know what they’re doing.”
A stifled laugh escapes past her and if someone knew about siblings that were a pain in the ass then that would be Aylin. “Yeah, definitely yours are not worth it.” She only had to deal with bagel thieves, but not with boyfriend thieves. Of course, that’s something she wouldn’t tell Aylin, but her tone was enough to imply it. “I think your booty is fine, but also who am I to tell you not to eat some baked goods? I can only encourage you, my friend,” she says, smiling at Aylin, her everlasting bread buddy. “Well, they do have the best drama club president ever and I’m not just saying this because you are my friend, you really must be talented to control such a group. Maybe I should join, just to witness the drama from the front row, what do you think?” She’s kidding as no matter how much she loves Aylin, she would never join the drama club. Her life was often dramaless and she liked it that way.
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a sigh escapes her lips at ava’s words and she shakes her head. her siblings truly are a difficult subject and one she isn’t interested in getting into at this very moment. “ are they even really your siblings, if they don’t drive you insane? ” she asks, grinning at ava from the side and clearly avoiding all further discussion. “ right?! everything that can be used as an excuse to eat buttery, flaky and sweat treats should be fully embraced. ” they move up in the queue and aylin further tries to get a better look at the baked goods, only distracted by ava’s mention of joining the drama club, which made her snort a little ungracefully. “ you? joining the drama club?! i basically have to drag you to come to more than one performance each play, only because you ‘don’t like sitting so close to other people’. truly, for an artistic person and my best friend you’re as far away from a thespian as one can get. ” those words are accompanied by a playful bump into ava’s side. “ though, i have to admit now i’m intrigued by the thought. who would i cast you as? maybe the skull hamlet talks to. ”
status : closed starter for @aylineu.
setting : carnival day three, the games alley.
eyes on the prize, yiu, eyes on the prize, and not on the girl standing next to her with the wide eyes and encouraging smile that she’s trying far too hard to impress. it shouldn’t be so difficult to aim a couple of darts at a board full of pinned balloons ⸺ at least, it wouldn’t be for any other child of ares ⸺ but mimi keeps missing her target, lets the darts make their home in lesser colours. hastily paying the attendant another handful of euros, mimi picks up a fresh dart and begins psyching herself up. ❛❛ you’re gonna get that damn alpaca if it’s the last thing i do, lin. i’m not letting you walk outta here without it, so this place better not be rigged. ❜❜ eyes glare pointedly at the attendant, who gives a languid shrug and looks away. ❛❛ right, one last go. ❜❜
excitedly, aylin steps from one foot to the other, as she stands next to mimi, watching her closely as she attempts to hit just the right balloon. it’s a task that would be basically impossible for aylin to achieve herself, she was however quite convinced that if anybody could do it, it must be mimi. “ i’m sure you’ll get it this time, you were sooo close just now. ” as another idea appears to her, a broad smile spreads on her lips and she leans forward, pressing a quick kiss to mimi’s cheek, before leaning back again and winking at her. “ plus, that’s for good luck so now nothing really can go wrong anymore and i’ll soon be a proud alpaca mom. ” taking a sip from the gigantic cup of coke in her hand, she nods encouragingly, crossing her fingers as just another bit of luck.
RA meetings are agonizing. Most of the time, the meeting is just a big rambling mess that could have been an email and today was no exception. As soon as it's over everyone stands up, ready to get out of there as soon as possible. He stays until the end to get a word with Sage, and inadvertently he watches as Aylin leaves and drops a note. He calls her name to let her know but she's gone, so he picks up the paper only to find it's a note addressed to him. He skims through the letter, his insides twisting anxiously before he folds it and puts it in his pocket. If he was going to read this, he couldn't do it here.
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the door is still open behind her when her phone indicates several new messages and with a deep sigh, she looks through her bag to find it. a foolish thought that maybe she would be able to have a quiet night for herself. looking at the phone, however, doesn’t reveal the drama club or study group issues she had anticipated but instead several messages from iker.
Message from: IKER hey, we need to talk.
Message from: IKER can you come to my place?
Message from: IKER please, i need to show you something
while she’s unsure she has the energy required to deal with anything relating to her ex, she still messages a quick “omw” back, before walking backwards and closing the door of dionysus house behind her once more. goodbye quiet night in. on her way to aphrodite house she mentally goes through all the possible things iker could want to show her. maybe he would make some plea about mia being back and those two probably picking up things back up where they had left them. whyever he would think she’d be interested in hearing anything about that.
when she finally arrives and noor opens the door, aylin only hugs her and quickly explains that she’s there to see iker, before walking on to iker’s room. the door is already open and so she sees this as an invitation and steps in. “alright, i’m here. what is it?” crossing her arms in front of her chest in what is probably a subconcious defense measure, she looks at him expectedly. that is until she retrieves a sheet of paper and holds it out to her. “oh, thank you, that’s...” she starts, until she realizes what it is he is holding. she swears she can physically feel her heart dopping to her feet.
“i... you read it?!” her voice is a whisper, filled with shock as she can do nothing but look at the piece of paper in his hand. the piece of paper she had poured her heart’s content into. something he never, never should have gotten to read. she can’t get herself to look at him or even take the paper. instead, she slowly backs up towards the door, her first instinct a quick escape. “this.. you were never supposed to read this,” she mumbles shakily. there was something she should be doing right now to salvage this situation. probably get control of herself and laugh it off, make up some lie about creative writing or this being from a long time ago. instead she can hardly utter a word and everything inside her is yelling at her to leave, just LEAVE.
with: @scarlettseu
location: wherever the drama club meets
“ ah, there hides the fresh princess of denmark. ” aylin jokes, as she walks into the room. it’s not like she had expected anything different from scar, since they had both been spending a considerable amount of time right here recently. the preperations for hamlet was heating up as time seemed to constantly attempt to flee their grasp. “ i hope you saw my messages, i brought you a cup of coffee anyway. i had the feeling there was no way i was going to stay awake for long enough to get anything done otherwise. ” walking up to the stage, where her co-president is already seated, she then hands scar one of the cups. “ black coffee, as always. ” the fact that aylin’s cups holds a cappucino with two pumps of vanilla is in some way a very fitting commentary on their differences. putting her own cup on the edge of the stage, she then climbs up there as well. “ alright, what do we do first: running or lines or scheduling weekend rehearsals? ”
“ OKAY , PREDICTIONS ON BEST AND WORST DRESSED ? ” a grin from ear to ear forms on glossed lips as she falls back onto the couch, unfolding the throw blanket to cover her and aylin. she leans toward the coffee table to grab her drink before turning to her sister. “not sure if i’m more excited for the red carpet or the actual awards show ― like on one hand, i love seeing the different trends. but on the other, i love the drama that unfolds when the clear winner loses the award to someone who didn’t deserve it.”
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“this is definitely the moment where i have to admit how uninformed i am on who is attending. still, i say zendaya as best dressed. isn’t she always? or blake lively. worst dressed are all the men who wear black suits. it’s boring and they’re not even trying.” holding on to one side of the blanket, she smiles at vi, glad that they finally have time for a night like this again. award shows and a never ending supply on snacks had become an important tradition for these two after all. taking some popcorn from a big bowl standing on the coffee table, she thinks on vi’s point for a little. “i think i watch mostly for the audience reactions. no wonder so many reaction gifs are made from award shows. meryl yelling in the audience? will never be surpassed.” checking the screen, she realizes they still have plenty of time before anything interesting is about to happen and so she slightly nudges vi with her foot. “okay, tell me in a quick run, how was your week. previously on: the life of vi.”
her anger is justified; expected, even. however, that does not mean that sage had been prepared for it. his feet remain glued to the ground beneath him for longer than he would have cared to admit; his silence partially out of fear and partially out of respect. giving aylin some time to cuss at him had seemed like the very least he could do for her — that is, until his gaze gets caught by the crimson pooling in the grass below.
it’s enough for him to let his anxiety take the reins; heartbeat fastening inside of his chest. “ no. i know. i know, and i’m so, so sorry. ” though sage opts not to answer her question, he finds himself mentally cursing himself for the hex he had indeed placed upon her just a minute ago. cutting her had never been part of his plan; though he doubts anyone would care to believe him after learning of his little tricks. best not to speak of it at all.
“ i’m so sorry, ” he repeats, like an incantation willing the female to please forgive him. it takes him all the courage he’s got left to kneel down next to her; vision clouded with worry and a whole lot of regret. without asking for approval, the son of hecate makes a weak attempt at inspecting the wound, though never daring to actually touch the skin. instead, his hands hover over the cut only barely — as if the gesture would somehow put the gushing of blood to an end. “ it doesn’t seem like a very deep wound.. ” the hesitant words are meant to be reassuring, though he is not entirely sure as to who he is trying to reassure at the moment. her? himself? a laughable shot at doing verbal damage control?
“ but we should probably get you to the infirmary just in case. ” sage haphazardly reaches into empty pockets as he speaks; tugging them inside out as if he were actually expecting to find something useful. of course, he is left disappointed. “ i’ll support you. or carry you. or i could just call a healer to the field. i’m so sorry. ” his eyes are cautious when they look for hers; his next question no short of foolish. “ does it hurt a lot? ”
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his apologies do little to quench the boiling rage inside her, her fingers digging into the grass beneath her as she stares at him. for some reason, his incessant pleading actually rather made served to heighten her disgust for him. repeating the words as often as you could didn’t make them more sincere, after all. “shut up! shut up! fucking hell, first you assault me and then i need to listen to your whining? fuck no!”
her cursing, however, didn’t seem to stop him from getting closer, even crouching down next to her. raising her eyebrows, she watches his antics, her gaze only shortly flickering to her own blood on the ground. better not to look at it too much, better to keep her attention on sage and his ridiculous attempt at inspecting the damage. “oh? it doesn’t seem too deep?” her voice is mock relieve and honey, as she draws her legs in closer, out of the reach of his hovering hands. “i’m so glad doctor sage, however might i thank you for this professional assessment.” the act she’s putting on is quickly interrupted by a hiss, as she moves her foot the wrong way and the pain suddenly intensifies, as well as the amount of blood. “shit!” now, her own hands fly to the wound, unsure what to do but wanting to stop the blood from flowing somehow.
once more, sage’s attempts at salvaging this situation (or saving himself?) disturb the haze of slight panic that started to build in her. ridiculous, a demigod panicking about a tiny wound on her foot. “you think so?!” her tone is supposed to be biting but the slight quiver to her voice probably diminishes the intended menacing effect. while watching him dig through his pockets is almost comical, she had actually started worrying a bit about the whole wound thing herself.
drawing her legs even closer, she makes an attempt at getting up on her own. some part of her wishes to refuse all help sage might offer, stubborn to a fault. just as she moves to actually push of the ground though, she looses balance, her arm automatically shooting out to hold on to sage’s shoulder. “no, it’s all fucking dandy. what do you think?!” she takes a deep breathe, sighing deeply, before she nods and looks at sage. “okay, we’re going to the infirmary. while i would like to see you try, i don’t think you’ll have to carry me there.” another deep breathe. “now, help me get up. please.”
heliotrope : does your muse believe in soulmates ?
yes, but she believes everyone has several soulmates. it’s also not neccessarily a romantic thing to her or rather it doesn’t have to result in a romantic relationship (since aylin likes to romaticize her platonic relationships plenty). soulmates, to aylin, are those people who just see you and accept you, those whose love she’d never have to fear falling away.
holly : how strong is your muse’s sense of intuition ? are they aware of it ? do they ever fear that it is only paranoia ?
aylin likes to completely ignore her instincts all too often, running head first into situations or the arms of people her intuition warned her off. she is often batteling herself in this regard, too strong-willed to heed even her own advice. so far she has proven herself surprisingly resistent to learning from her own past mistakes as well.
salvia : is your muse possessive over people or things that matter a lot to them ? how do they express that possessiveness , or lack thereof ?
this one is a YES. especially with people, aylin is very possessive over those she loves. i think one way she expresses this is showing her affection a lot through physical intimacy. holding their hands, caressing their face, linking her arms with theirs or sitting so close their leg is touching hers. she just likes to remind herself the other person is there, in a physical sense. this is also partially where the entire attention craving aspect comes from. when she feels like she isn’t receiving enough attention she tends to get insecure about other people’s affection, often reacting by distancing himself from them. this is also how she expresses jealousy.
as far as things go, she is willing to share most of them with the people she cares for but only them. due to growing up without a whole lot of money, aylin is quite careful with the things she owns.
tulip : how does your muse view people in general ?
aylin likes people, she loves people. she would be nothing without other people because how would she even know she really exist otherwise? being a very social person, she loves having people around her. she loves to laugh and dance and drink with them. she likes the feeling of life flowing all around her, pulsing under her skin. being a very egocentric person, she tends to accidentally take more from people than she gives. craving attention, adoration and affection makes her often view people in regards to how much they can give her, disliking people who are unwilling to give her any of that.
abatina : is there anything in life your muse has changed their mind about over time ( due to becoming more educated on the topic , certain experiences , etc . ) , or that they would change their mind about under certain circumstances ?
being a very stubborn person by nature, aylin doesn’t tend to change her mind very often once it’s made up. often she will fight to win the argument, even when she knows she might be wrong. being a perfectionist makes it difficult for her to admit her own faults. there are, however, people who have managed to change her mind about them. another thing she has changed her mind about quite a couple of times is the extent to which her acting abilities might be solely due to her dionysian heritage.
