ripped at every edge.

D I L A N - S A H I N 27. Ballerina. Founder of The Society It's just a spark, but it's enough to keep me going. And when it's dark out, no one's around it keeps glowing.

[dilansahin]

(ASLIHAN MALBORA, CIS WOMAN, SHE/HER) Oh, is that DILAN ŞAHIN? I heard the TWENTY-SEVEN year old is CAPTIVATING. But don’t let that pretty face fool you, they are also STUBBORN. Makes sense seeing how they are a FOUNDER in the SOCIETY gang.

CHARACTER BASICS

FULL NAME: Dilan Esra Şahin

NICKNAME(S): Dil, Dee

AGE: Twenty-Seven

GENDER & PRONOUNS: Cis Woman, She/Her

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Heterosexual

FACE CLAIM: Aslihan Malbora

EYE COLOR: Brown

HAIR COLOR: Brown

HEIGHT: 5′6″

DATE OF BIRTH: February 18th

ZODIAC SIGN: Aquarius

HOGWARTS HOUSE: Ravenclaw

OCCUPATION: Ballerina

HOMETOWN: Staten Island, NY

AESTHETICS: fairy lights twinkling along a dark colored wall, & the feeling of silk sheets against skin

FAMILY

Mother: Defne Ayda Şahin † Father: Ahmet Okan Şahin Older Brother: Adem Neval Şahin Older Sister: Derin Zahra Şahin

CHARACTER HISTORY [tw: parental death, covid-19, injury, drug mention]

Growing up with a silver spoon in her mouth, it was no surprise that Dilan never had much want for anything. In Dilan’s eyes the fortune was a gift, one that supplied her with the chance to explore any brief interest for as long as she wanted. 

Her marks in school were good, but her love for ballet is what kept her excited throughout her childhood. Dilan had tried many hobbies growing up, from archery to chess and while she enjoys the extra skills nothing stuck quite like ballet. She liked having something that she needed to work for, devote her time to see herself progress before her eyes. Sure that could have been done with any old after school hobby, but she couldn’t get over how it felt to be up on a stage under the spotlight. 

It didn’t take her long to figure out the truth behind her family wealth, overhearing an argument between her parents on what to do about a certain ‘wild card’ and she was given a choice. Family was important, that much was even clearer as she got a glimpse into the darker side of what the Şahin name meant. She decided against it, unable to envision herself taking that kind of action — the thought of even holding a gun terrifying her for a long time. 

Her parents didn’t pressure her, but Dilan couldn’t help but feel like her father wanted her to be more of a presence. Still she pushed her thoughts away and continued her life as normal all throughout high school. Graduation rolled around and she decided to study ballet right at home with Marymount Manhattan College. 

The sudden loss of her mother during the pandemic hit her hard, but she was thankful for that last bit of time they were able to spend together. Dilan only wished it could have been more, that she could have done something to help, but with her constant training schedule she often found herself working past the point of exhaustion. 

Two weeks after her passing was followed by a big performance for Dilan, her mind completely in a different place as she tried to execute each movement and she rolled her ankle completely out of place. Her pride wouldn’t let her fall, finishing out the performance on an injury that she didn’t want to bother anyone with. The brunette went back to the books to invest some time in first aid, treating her ankle herself until it healed and the pain went away. 

She’s now in the midst of expanding her knowledge of medicine while balancing her passion for dance. Being one of the only Şahin’s uninvolved in the family business gets to her a lot, especially with her mother being gone. She can’t help but feel like she wants to do something helpful without, of course, crossing any lines so becoming a sort of “pocket healer” seemed like it would be a good enough effort, for now.

EXTRA

She met a man while dealing with her injury, one that knew his way around a drug or two allowing her to keep her spotless reputation clean and ease her pain at the same time. The only problem now is that the pain is gone and the drugs are still in her system. 

She loves getting the chance to be creative. When she got the chance to move into her own penthouse within her family’s hotel she jumped on the opportunity to get to decorate every wall to her liking. 

Dilan loves to shop, her closets being filled with everything from name brand clothes to having a closet completed devoted to shoes. 

Dilan was the last member of her family to talk to her mom and she whispered that she never wanted Dilan to lose her like caring sweet nature and their father witnessed this and with dealings of the business and loss of his wife he just stopped bringing it up.

One of he siblings is very protective of her, while another is a little envious that gang choice was up to her. She called the envious one when her mother passed, but they didn't answer the phone thinking Dilan was randomly calling to bullshit about something.

She's the youngest member of the Şahin family.

[dilansahin]

iMessage: Dilan

Griffin: it never is little dove Griffin: besides, you aren't the one looking bad rn. Dilan: but no one ever wants to hear the real story, only the juicy version. Dilan: yeah? tell that to my father.

[morningsmisty-deactivated202512]

He rolled his eyes at her words, a huff passing through his lips. He didn't want to hear any of that nonsense. He wanted to be done, wanted to go home and be in the comfort of his house. He could recover there, and not be surrounded by an abundance of watchful eyes. He hated being in a vulnerable spot, and was sure most people knew that. "Of course I won't be back here. I fucking hate hospitals." He scoffed, eyes rolling at her question. "Why? Were you one of them?" he teased.

[dilansahin]

"What's so bad about staying in the hospital for a while? Everyone just wants to make sure you're okay, grumpy." Dilan teased, not being able to help herself at the sight of his expression. "I know they're not the most comfy of places, the white walls can get annoying after a while...but you won't be here long." She told him softly, letting out a laugh at his words. "You wish, wait...does this mean you actually got one?"

[rcsesnoir]

@dilansahin

LOCATION: st. john's hospital, oxana's room. FOR: dilan sahin.

EVERYTHING HAD GONE ACCORDING to plan, all things considered. oxana was healthy, the babies were healthy -- but fuck, oxana was tired. she could feel it in every virtibre of her body, but everything within her also wants to move. do something. the blonde had never been very good at laying her head down to rest, even after just giving birth. she has sent zak to pick some things up, but the desolate nature of her room was beginning to get to her. that is, until she hears footsteps from down the hall. her senses are awakened. fingers grasp to the blankets as she prepares to speak to what she assumes is a visitor. and it is, but not who she anticipates. she knew about what had happened, and it was their story to share. she remembers the shock, but then zak's honesty. " dilan. " she greats the woman, trying her hardest not to come off as cold. it's just her reflex, in her nature. " i was wondering when our paths would cross. come in. "

[dilansahin]

There was so much happening all at once, too much for the brunette to wrap her head around everything. From the secrets, to the explosion they'd thankfully missed, and even to the two new humans who'd made their arrival. Dilan was glad to have Jason by her side throughout all of it, her hand fitting perfectly in his as they waited together at the hospital. With her boyfriend now off to find them something to eat the brunette thought it'd be a good time to finally meet the woman of the hour. Oxana was someone she only knew by name, though Dilan was happy to hear all the wonderful things Jay had to say. "Hey — I'm sorry to burst in like this, but Jason went off to get food and I figured I could see how you were doing?" She questioned softly, making her way toward the side of her bed. It was unclear to her how much Zak had told her about their past, but relief filled her body knowing that she was very transparent when it came to the beautiful blue eyed man she'd shown up with — she was happy to tell Oxana anything. "They sure know how to make an entrance."

[lanuae-magicae]

Aslıhan Malbora x Koton

[jasonmacavoy]

In the seconds it took for Dilan’s arrow to hit the bullseye, all Jason could do was stare as if cupid himself had nailed him straight through the chest. Just when he thought Dilan couldn’t get any more incredible, she proved him wrong time and time again. “Holy shit, Dil.” He couldn’t contain his amusement. It was colored all over his features, from the widening set of blues to that stupid grin of his that was plastered against his face accompanied by the sheer awe of it all— of her. “What are ya Artemis or some somethin'?” He questioned, smirk deepening. She was already a literal goddess to him but that little stunt of hers solidified it tenfold.

It was enough for Jason to forgo his plans to get the hell out of there. Instead, he hopped up and over the ledge of the booth to get his hands on her, sliding them around her torso from behind. He kissed her cheek before he cocked his head to the side. "You gotta show me how ya did that baby."

[dilansahin]

Dilan couldn’t stop the smile that spread across her features at his words. Within their relationship Dilan loved the fact that there was still so much they both could learn about each other. With her gun shooting lesson just beginning, the brunette thought it was only fair to let Jason in on one of her hidden talents. "I'm sorry for not telling you sooner baby, but seeing that adorable look on your face let me know I made the right decision." Her face lit up as she looked into her boyfriend's eyes, mirroring a grin back to him as she spoke. "Artemis has a nice ring to it, it's something I picked up when I was little." The brunette smirked as she looked over at him, she'd been waiting for the perfect opportunity to show off her skills to him.

Her head turned as he hands slid around her waist, her free hand moving to rest on top of one of his before giving it a squeeze. "It'd be my pleasure handsome." She turned to face him, placing a soft kiss against his lips before handing the bow over. "First things first, your stance."

[morningsmisty-deactivated202512]

♡ ˚ ﹔ closed @dilansahin . ♡ ˚ ﹔ muse ; henry.

He didn't want any visitors. Henry was already miserable about the fact that he was stuck in the hospital in the first place. He'd been insisting he was fine, and that he wanted to leave, but nobody seemed to want to listen to him. He sighed as his eyes landed on Dilan, head shaking slightly. "Can you believe they won't just fucking listen to me when I tell them I want to leave?" he asked, exasperated.

[dilansahin]

"Maybe they just need to run a few more tests, you'll be out of here soon enough." His grumpy tone let her know that he was doing okay, thankfully the fire hadn't done too much damage. "They've got to be sure you'll be okay once you leave, besides knowing you I'm sure you wouldn't come back even if there was something wrong." She teased, her head shaking as she let out a laugh. "Tell me, did anyone send those cute messages you hate your way?"

[dilansahin]

iMessage: Dil

Derin: dad was waiting for me at home. Derin: I'd hide out for a little Dilan: that's what i was afraid of Dilan: i'm going to stay at jason's

[dilansahin]

iMessage: Dilan

Griffin: Adultery, didn't peg you as the type Griffin: Than again you are a freaky little thing, aren't ya Dilan: it's not what they made it sound like Dilan: i didn't know he was married

[dilansahin]

Jason: “Stay as long as ya need to. Hell, I’ll clear the whole damn closet out for you if you want me too.”  Jason: “I see you now baby, could spot that pretty face anywhere.” [Jason pauses to wave to her] Jason: “And Dil—” Jason: “I swear everythin’s gunna be alright. I got you.” Dilan: "You'd let me stay that long? Baby, you don't need to give up your entire closet. Where will you put your things?" [Dilan looked around at his words, a smile forming on her face as she locked eyes with him and waved] Dilan: "You got me...that's something I never have to worry about. Thank you for rushing all the way over here."

[dilansahin]

Jason: "Yeah ‘course, babe. You know you don’t ever gotta ask me that.” Jason: “Just gotta make a pit stop first on the way home. I’ll fill you in when I see ya...”  Jason: “I'm almost there.”  Dilan: "I know baby, I just don't think it'd be best for me to go home tonight." Dilan: You know I'd go anywhere with you, anywhere that's away from this carnival..." Dilan: "I'll feel better once I see you."

[dilansahin]

Phone call 📞 Dilan Sahin 💘

Phone ringing Jason: “Baby, hey, hey— it’s gunna be alright.” Jason: “Don’t leave the booth.” Jason: “I’m on my way over. We’re gettin the hell outta here.” Dilan: "Baby...I'm really glad to hear your voice." Dilan: "Getting out of here sounds amazing right now, I don't think I can stay any longer." Dilan: "Can we go back to your place, please?"

[ofintrusions]

location: hidden messages booth, shift 3 status: closed @dilansahin

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘'𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃'𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐇 𝐃𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 the first two shifts, eager to send out all types of corny lovey dovey messages to their partners and loved ones. But there'd still been a trickling line during the final shift of people wanting to send in last minute notes with their significant other distracted. ❝So...❞ They trail off, fiddling with the stem of a rose that'd been deemed 'bad' for sending off with a note, ❝Do you think we have to deliver these at the end of the shift? I didn't pay close attention to the instructions.❞

[dilansahin]

Dilan was hoping the last shift of the day would be the easiest, banking on the fact that most of the interest would of faded within the first two. Truthfully she didn’t mind sitting there for a while and fastening cute messages to roses, but she’d be lying if she’d said she didn’t want to be somewhere else. “I hope not, maybe — hopefully they’ve arranged someone else to make all the deliveries. I can’t remember anything about delivery being in the instructions.” She looked up after setting a rose to the side, shrugging before looking over at them.

[morningsmisty-deactivated202512]

"Bullshit. It's a joke," Henry insisted. He couldn't find any appeal in the booth. Though, he supposed his judgment could be skewed. After all, he'd just dealt with her annoying ass boyfriend for far too long and he was still peeved about that. "Everything is wrong with it. It's a joke." Henry rolled his eyes, arms folding across his chest. "Why would I want to do that?"

[dilansahin]

“If you were any more sour you’d be a lemon head, you know that right?” She teased before shaking her head at him. “Believe it or not people actually like sending cute messages, I’ve even written a few myself.” She didn’t see his expression changing any time soon, but there had to be someone he thought was deserving of a rose. “Why not? It’s a creative way to let someone know you care or you’re thinking of them, it’s better than random text messages at two in the morning. You can’t think of anyone at all?”

[averyxhart]

Location: Cupid's Carnival Status: Closed @dilansahin

The carnival was such a fun way to spend the day. Avery was excited as she walked through the crowd and toward the booth selling hot cocoa with her friend. "Are they only selling the regular kind? Or do you think they are selling a spiked version too?" Her leggings were keeping her warm, but she wouldn't mind a little more help with it.

[dilansahin]

Dilan scanned the crowd as she walked with her friend, eyeing the booth in question. “It’s got to be both, if we had a carnival that didn’t have liquor I’d be very concerned.” She teased before letting out a laugh. “If anything we’ll be sure to find someone who can spike them if they aren’t prepared.” She zipped her jacket a bit higher as they approached the near empty line. “Let’s see what they’ve got.”

[bcrninhell]

@dilansahin event starter: closed for dilan

"Someone actually wrote this?" The hidden message booth was... certainly a choice, all things considered, but the attempt at poetry that had been haphazardly slapped across the letter he currently held was enough for second hand embarrassment to pulse in his chest. "Oh, to be a lovesick teenager once again..." He'd rather die than go back to that stage of his life. "Have you received any yet?" If Jason hadn't offered her something from the cheesy, lovesick aesthetic of an event, he'd clip the boys ears.

[dilansahin]

"They're trying, that's what counts right?" She questioned before a laugh escaped her lips. "Even if the words barely rhyme..." Dilan looked down at the note, carefully attached it to one of the roses sitting in front of her. "The teenagers are hoping for everything to be like a movie." It was cute in a way, but too intense for anyone in a relationship past their teens. "Not that I know of, but I don't think they're being sent out until after everyone's shift." The night was still young though the brunette was really only looking forward to receiving a rose from one person.

[morningsmisty-deactivated202512]

♡ ˚ ﹔ closed @dilansahin event starter. ♡ ˚ ﹔ muse ; henry.

He promised Brooklyn he wouldn't leave right after his shift, so he'd resided to reluctantly exploring the carnival. He couldn't say he was particularly impressed by anything, though that could have something to do with the fact that he'd gone in there with negative opinions to begin with. "Wow, you got one of the worst booths," he told Dilan as he approached, nose scrunching slightly. "That sucks for you, hmm?"

[dilansahin]

"It's not that bad." She said with a laugh before shaking her head. "What's so bad about people writing cute messages and sending roses?" Dilan questioned with a smile. "You're telling me you can't think of anyone to send one of these to? Get into the spirit a little."