Current Residence: With Kerem in their apartment in Haringey
Nationality: Turkish
Parents: Ahmet & Diksha Yalaz
Number of Siblings: Technically she is an only child, but she considers Berat an older brother rather than her cousin.
Relationship With Family: She is estranged with her parents for the simple fact she never wanted to move back to Turkey. She is close with her aunt and Berat. Her aunt feels more like a mother to her.
Happiest Memory: Her happiest memory, which there is two of them, the first one was when her aunt offered her to stay with them that way she didn’t have to move back to Turkey. And the second one, was when Kerem asked her out, saying he wanted to try with her.
Childhood Trauma: Her childhood was normal for what it would be growing up around a gang. She wasn’t always the way she was, a psycho. It came at a price, and if she could remember her personality before, she would most certainly not ask for it back. She was barely sixteen and followed along when she shouldn’t have. Not quick enough she was caught by those Berat and them were pursuing. Emine was warned a million times to behave, but impulse failed her. She faced the repercussions of her actions. She suffered a major brain injury that turned her into who she is today.
PHYSICAL:
Height: 5'1
Weight: 115lbs
Build: She is on the slender side, but lean.
Hair Color: Brown with golden blond highlights
Usual Hair Style: Down and wavy
Eye Color: Brown
Glasses? Contacts?: Neither.
Style of Dress/Typical Outfit(s): She likes to stay with fashion and likes to be a little flashy regardless of what she is wearing. She likes to make a statement that no one will forget her. This is something she would be seen wearing.
Typical Style of Shoes: Emine wears heels as much as she can. Being shorter she likes to at least wear six inch heels to give her more height. She doesn’t cheap out on her heels either, they are all designer. These are her favourite Jimmy Choo’s.
Jewellery? Tattoos? Piercings?: She has her ears pierced, her belly button and some other area’s. She has a rose and skull tattoo on her left shoulder and on her right rib cage a quote -- “I am under no obligation to make sense to you.”
Scars: She has one on her right side. It is very faint, but it happened when he was training with Kerem with knives. He still feels guilty about it.
Unique Mannerisms/Physical Habits: Everything about Eminie is unique. She doesn’t hold back and speaks her mind. She has manners, but sometimes manners are pointless.
Athleticism: She does train to be able to defend herself and how to take someone down with a knife in close combat, but she hates working out. She only does it with Kerem because she likes that she can get him to workout shirtless.
Health Problems/Illnesses: None.
INTELLECT:
Level of Education: High school. The lifestyle she has now doesn’t really require her to have one. She is smart in her own sense, and a lot of it is street smart.
Languages Spoken: English and Turkish
Level of Self-Esteem: High. She is very confident and assure of herself.
Gifts/Talents: She can play the cello.
Mathematical?: Not her strongest, but she knows a lot when it comes to drugs and what she should be paid.
Makes Decisions Based Mostly On Emotions, or On Logic?: Her decisions are based on impulse. Sometimes there is logic, sometimes there is emotions, but most time it’s chaos.
Life Philosophy: You don’t have to love me. You don’t have to like me. But you will respect me and Live fast, die young. Bad girls do it well.
Religious Stance: None
Cautious or Daring?: Daring.
Most Sensitive About/Vulnerable To: Her family being hurt.
Optimist or Pessimist?: Optimist
Extrovert or Introvert?: Extreme Extrovert
RELATIONSHIPS:
Current Relationship Status: Taken
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual.
Past Relationships: They don’t matter
Primary Reason For Being Broken Up With: Too much for them to handle her.
Primary Reasons For Breaking Up With People: They bore her.
Ever Cheated?: No.
Been Cheated On: No idea. There would be only one person that would bother her. The others, they were just piece of ass.
Level of Sexual Experience: High, she is always wanting to try new things, but it also at Kerem’s level of comfort.
A Social Person?: She is very social, considering that she is a drug dealer.
Most Comfortable Around: Kerem (Keremlin King), Berat (Beratatioulle), Leyla (Ley Bug), Deniz (Denni)
Oldest Friend: Deniz
How Does She Think Others Perceive Her?: She doesn’t really care how others perceive her. There is no fucks to be given.
How Do Others Actually Perceive Him?: Someone to be respected and not messed with.
SECRETS:
Life Goals: One day to be Kerem’s Queen when he finally takes back what is his.
Dreams: Marry Kerem. She lives her life to the fullest each day. Tomorrow is not guaranteed and she is quite happy with her life. This was her dream.
Greatest Fears: Losing Kerem especially to Nevra
Most Ashamed Of: Nothing really. She has no shame and doesn’t regret anything. Life is too short for regrets.
Secret Hobbies: Playing the cello
Crimes Committed (Was he caught? Charged?): Dealing drugs, putting customers in their place that couldn’t pay and roughing people up. There may have been a death here and there, but that is no ones business. She has never been caught or charged with anything.
DETAILS/QUIRKS:
Night Owl or Early Bird?: Night Owl
Light or Heavy Sleeper?: Light
Favorite Animal: sloth
Favorite Foods: All food. She is a foodie.
Least Favorite Food: anything that has no spice on it.
Favorite Book: If she has to read, any reserve harem books.
Least Favorite Book: Books in general
Favorite Movie: Anything horror - Psycho
Least Favorite Movie: Anything cheesy, including romance movies. Someone has to die or get seriously hurt.
Favorite Song: Diva - Beyonce
Favorite Sport: Doesn’t have one. She’ll watch whatever Kerem is watching, or Berat when they are hanging out.
Coffee or Tea?: Both
Crunchy or Smooth Peanut Butter?: Smooth
Type of Car She Drives: A C-Class Benz, black.
Lefty or Righty?: Right
Favorite Color: Red
Cusser?: Fuck yeah. Language to her soul
Biggest Regret: None.
Pets: A dog, Spectre. Which she has to remind Kerem that she is their dog, not his.
“That makes two of us. Luckily I planned a few things I enjoy, so it should be a good night regardless. I’m more worried about keeping it interesting than anything else, but hopefully it will be fun for both of us.”
Arms spread out either side of him like an eagle. "I was kinda hopin' it'd be you, Emine." The girl he'd hated when he first met, and slowly and begrudgingly came to adore. "It means you can teach me everything I need to know and I can finally see where your family is from."
What initiated at taunting and tormenting, turned into a real friendship; one that she appreciated.
"Now I'm doing all the work on this date?" A defined brow raised at him, yet a soft smile pulled on her lips. There was something to smile about and look forward to, despite the reality she was facing.
"I would be shocked if you even knew how to be a mystery." There was a small intrigue in who might have planned that date, but she wanted out of the city.
Where: Valentine's Day Event
Who: Open
Catalina glanced around the Conservatory, brow arched as the auction grew more competitive.
“If anyone needs help identifying which date screams midlife crisis, I’m offering my services,” she said sweetly. “Pro bono, of course. It’s for charity.”
When the Noise Stopped
where: Berat's grave
when: 1st of February, 2026
who: emine & @ayda--demir
Something was wrong. Emine had known it for weeks now, the way one knows a storm should have broken and never did. The vibrations never came, no hum under her skin, no restless pull demanding release. It had been just over a month since Christmas, since Kerem, since the last time the world had gone strangely still around him.
She ended up at her brother’s grave, settling onto the cold grass with her hands tucked into her coat, breath fogging in the winter air. “I still think about you every day,” she murmured, knowing a part of her had been buried with him. “It feels wrong being here without you.” The guilt gnawed at her, but beneath it was something newer, panic seeping into her bones.
“I’m pregnant,” she blurted, the words strange and heavy as she heard them aloud for the first time, letting the truth settle.
“You’re what?”
It took her a few seconds to place the voice before dread set in. Emine lifted her gaze to find Ayda lowering herself to sit beside her.
It wasn’t like Emine to hesitate, she’d always said exactly what was on her mind, but this was different. She thought of her family, of expectations and customs she’d never quite fit into. “I’m pregnant,” she repeated, her voice steadier this time.
Ayda had never imagined Emine as a mother, not like this, not in the chaos of the borough, not while she still lived on the edge of danger. She had always assumed marriage to Kerem was the path Emine would take, but a child? That had seemed impossible. And yet, here they were, and there was no sense in clinging to what might have been. She reached out, taking Emine’s hand the way she always had, like a sister. “Who’s the father?”
It had been nearly a year since Emine and Kerem had split, though there were too many nights in between where they’d fallen back into each other’s arms. He was everything to her. He always would be. Emine glanced down at their joined hands, letting the contact ground her. “It’s Kerem’s.”
Ayda nodded, relief softening her features, even as concern lingered. It was still dangerous, given where Kerem’s loyalties lay now. “Does he know?” she asked gently. He was her best friend, she trusted he’d do right by Emine.
“No, I haven’t told him yet,” Emine admitted quietly. She’d only found out a few days ago herself, still trying to wrap her head around the idea that this was even possible. Children had never fit into the future she imagined, especially not now. Everything felt out of place. “I know I have to tell him.”
And yet, it wasn’t that simple. She knew it better than anyone. Kerem’s alliances had turned everything into a mess of risks and impossible choices, leaving no clear path that didn’t cost them something.
“You should,” Ayda said at last, giving her a moment before continuing. “And you know I’m here for you.” She squeezed Emine’s hand. “You’re not doing this by yourself.”
Emine let out a slow breath, eyes drifting back to her brother’s headstone. She wondered what he would’ve said, whether he would’ve scolded her or pulled her into a hug and told her they’d figure it out. Maybe both.
“Thank you,” she murmured.
Ayda glanced at her, then toward the path leading away from the graves. “Come on,” she said gently. “Let’s get out of the cold. We’ll go back to the bakery, get you something warm to eat.”
After a final look at her brother’s grave, Emine nodded and pushed herself to her feet, letting Ayda lead the way.
when: christmas day
who: @keremdogulu
where: his place
She didn’t have many rules for herself, and ending up at Kerem’s on Christmas Eve was one she wasn’t about to question. The thought of spending the night alone had felt far worse. Slipping quietly from the bed, she pulled on one of his shirts, switched on the Christmas lights, and set the coffee machine going.
When she heard footsteps behind her, she turned, a soft, unguarded smile touching her lips. “Do you want a cup?” she asked, nodding toward the coffee as it brewed.
