Name: Emira Sabriye Demir (pronounced: EHM-MEE-RUH) (meaning "princess" or "star")
Nicknames: Emi, Mia, Mira, Mimi
Marital status: single
Occupation: business/corporate lawyer
Hometown: New York, NY (Manhattan)
Sexuality: bisexual/biromantic
intro: (tw: divorce)
Leyla Polat and Ahmet Demir were two people who weren’t cut out to reproduce, but one chilly night in November, they were given their only daughter, Emira. Her mother was a socialite and her father was a high-powered lawyer. On paper, they were the perfect family. Behind closed doors told a different story, and Leyla and Ahmet were the proof that sexual chemistry wasn’t a good basis for a marriage. They divorced when Emira was four and their custody battle was messy. Leyla had full custody and Ahmet all too happily paid alimony and child support. Their custody arrangement entailed every other weekend and every other holiday, but Ahmet never had time for his daughter. Any time spent together was a photo op or to prove he was a ‘family’ man.
The only time Emira ever had Ahmet’s attention was when she did something he wanted or achieved something that reflected well on him. When she was accepted into some of the country’s top universities from prep school, it was the first time he gave her options. And despite all of her anger towards him, having his attention and approval had felt…good. Emira graduated at the top of her class from Yale with honors and she had her pick of law schools, from Harvard to Stanford. She had a near perfect LSAT score, but she ultimately selected Stanford University. She picked criminal defense as her specialty and it was there that her life took another hard turn, this time for the better. With her grades, family’s name, and strategic, chess-like mind, she had her pick of internships and potential jobs in any law firm she came across.
Emira soon found she lacked the necessary stomach for being a criminal defense attorney on top of her resentment toward Ahmet. An internship with a firm of an old colleague of his had solidified this choice when a truly disgusting person was found not guilty from a discovery she made. Instead, she pursued the ludicrous world of business law and excelled. She graduated from law school at the top of her class and passed the California bar exam in the top three percent. Upon a move back to New York and passing that bar exam as well, a night of too much whiskey and a dart with a crumpled-up atlas decided her fate: Chicago. Even if Emira wasn’t the most spontaneous person, she craved a chance to break from her family’s reputation and start out on her own.
