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Emiri Sahir ✶ 23 ✶ Meteorologist

[emirischir]

character name: Emiri 'Emi' Sahir age & birthday: 23, January 15th, 2001 gender & pronouns: Cis woman, She/Her place of birth & time in East Haven: East Haven, Vermont and left for college and returned one month ago district: Downtown occupation: Meteorologist at Channel 4 faceclaim: Hafsanur Sancaktutan family: Adem Sahir (brother), Salim Sahir (brother, deceased)

CHARACTER BIOGRAPHY TWs: infidelity, death/suicide

PAST

Emiri is what some people would call an oopsies baby. With three older siblings, her parents had not been planning or expecting another baby when they got pregnant with Emiri. She soon became the baby girl princess though, earning her place as the quintessential baby sister. Growing up, Emiri was brought up in the family’s Primrose Heights house and lived a pretty charmed life. She has little memories of her parents not being there for big life moments of all of her siblings and herself. Rare memories of fights, or not having anything they wanted or needed. She only has memories of growing up in a happy household.

When Emiri graduated high school, she had to decide what she wanted to do. For a good part of her life, she’d fallen in love with music. She was decent, having played in band before she attempted some things herself. Trying open mic nights at coffee shops, attempting to dabble in songwriting, and posting videos on YouTube singing covers. Nothing came from it, but she hadn’t lost her dream. For school, she had wanted to continue her music pursuits. Emiri applied to schools that has music programs, even attempted Juilliard but she didn’t get accepted. It was during the application process that Emiri first experienced her parents being strict and truly fighting with them. They didn’t want her to go into a music program, or even a music career. They thought it was too volatile of a career choice and too hard to make money. Her parents wanted her to pursue a real degree for a real job. Though she fought them and applied and was accepted into some music programs, it was them threatening to not pay for college that eventually made Emiri give in and choose a different degree.

Originally she attended for chemistry having always enjoyed science, but quickly switched to a double major of meteorology and communications. Moving to Chicago had been good for Emiri, she fell in love with the city and flourished with her independence. She continued to pursue music, still playing in coffee shops, posting on socials and even got a gig with a local band who played weddings and events. She wasn’t making much money, but she felt proud she hadn’t given up completely on her passion.

Tragedy struck Emiri the first time during the summer between her freshman and sophomore year. Her oldest brother Selim had been the first to enlist, and Adem had followed in his footsteps. Perhaps it was her young age, but Emiri had never worried about them. Of course they’d be safe. War wasn’t so bad these days. Or so she had believed until Selim came home injured and ended his own life. If she closes her eyes she could still hear her mom wailing. She could still see her dad crumpling to the floor. One day her brother was here. And the next he was erased from the Earth. Gone. Dead. The tragedy touched her family, took root and effected them all even after the grief lifted as much as it could. Her mother was never the same, she’s never seen the light truly return. Her other brother spiraled, taking to drink and letting it effecting every aspect of his life. His engagement to Dilara crumbled away, only to end in the woman who was a friend and big sister to her visit her in Chicago at school and tell her. Perhaps she was effected by it all too, even though Emiri wouldn’t admit to it. Maybe it made her more jaded, more closed off, more willing to go after what she wanted regardless of others, and more selfish. But she’d refuse to admit that might have played a part in what happened next.

It was during one wedding she was hired for with the others in the band that she met him. She’d caught the eye of the governor and after speaking to him for a little at the bar, he discreetly got word to her that he wanted to see her. It all happened so fast, but while Emiri knew it was wrong she couldn’t bring herself to care. It didn’t matter that he was married. Or that it would have to be a secret. Or that he was older than her and used his position of power. Emiri knew what she was doing and soon became his mistress. He’d buy her gifts, rent fancy hotels for them when he was in town. Private dinners. Clothes. Jewelry. Secret rides in cars to come to him. It all was a high she enjoyed riding and knowingly continued. She wasn’t naive, she was sure there were other girls. And he’d never leave his wife. But she didn’t care, as long as he kept wanting her and spoiling her Emiri was happy. Life was too short to care otherwise.

Maybe she would have kept it up after college if she had decided to stay. Emiri was already looking for jobs in Chicago after senior year when the story broke. Some reporter had seen them and got a picture. The local newspapers took the story and ran. The Illinois governor was having an affair with a college student. Emiri fell into the media storm, it blowing up momentarily outside of Illinois until another story caught the media’s attention. She was painted as the whore. The temptress and harlot. Of course they ended things right away, him having to do damage control and apologize again and again. But her reputation was damaged too. When her parents found out Emiri had never seen them so angry. They were close to turning their backs on her, but couldn’t lose another child so they helped her. Paying for lawyers and trying to clean up the scandal as best they could by trying to remove her name, by painting her as a victim taken advantage of by a married governor who should have known better.

PRESENT

With her life in Chicago destroyed, Emiri only stayed long enough after graduation for the legal battle and deals while looking for jobs elsewhere. She finally got a job at Channel 4 as a meteorologist in East Haven where the scandal hadn’t been as wide spread or known. Though she wants to be in front of the camera, right now they only hired her to be behind the scenes. Emiri wouldn’t let that stop her though, she’d start over away from the scandal and work her way to become the weather person. She’d dive into music again. She’d start over and not let the scandal follow her. She’d not let herself feel guilty, since at the end of day she only regretted getting caught. Or so she told herself every day. With her brother back in town, she’d be working on herself and her family. Maybe this time it’d all be ok

Emiri has no plans to stay in East Haven forever. She's back to lick her wounds, to ride out the scandal and to rise from her ashes. While she'd prefer to work in a bigger city, Channel 4 is still a respectable station for her to work her way to being in front of the camera. Once she gets a few years experience there, she can apply to a bigger station in another city. Then she'd have the experience on her resume and her name associated with the channel rather than some media scandal in Chicago.

[dilaraxbaysal]

"Just a suggestion," she lifted her shoulders in a shrug, "you don't have to get a plant at all, but I thought I'd at least try," Dilara certainly wouldn't consider it a failure on her end, but at least she was getting some time in with Emiri. "Emiri," it was no surprise that both Emiri and her brother were a lot of like, destructive habits blowing up their lives. "About who you get involved with." She stated plainly, knowing it was the only way to get through. "Focus on getting this experience at your new job," she looked over at the woman, "I just don't want to see you get into another shit situation, you mean far too much to me and I don't want to see your life go up in flames." @emirischir

[emirischir]

Emi felt torn. On one hand she didn't really want a plant, only to forget about it later and find it dried up one day. But she knew what Dilara was trying to do and she wanted to at least show the older woman who was all but like a sister to her that she did appreciate what she was trying. What she had done already for her. Even if part of Emiri wanted to try to see her life go up in flames again just to feel something besides the never-ending pit of grief and guilt. She sighed, not looking at Dilara though she knew every word coming out of her mouth was true. Her nails picked at the flowering plant nearest to her, slowly pulling off leaves as she chewed on the inside of her cheek. "What if it happens again? Or something like it? Or I just explode?" Or she sets her whole world on fire now that she got the taste for it?

[kimgoeun]

[daehyunxkwon]

It was a different atmosphere than what he was used to back in Chicago, where they had the big brand coffee shops that were overpricing their coffee. At least here in East Haven the prices were more agreeable, but the waiting times were just the same. He used his time to scan through e-mails he had received in the hour he had left his office, a director's work was never done, it seemed. He had interrupted his fast reading when someone asked him a question, on whether he had heard her name or one like it. "If you ask me, they can work on their pronunciations rather than just how to make coffee." He answered her instead, shrugging his shoulders as he slid his phone, locked, into his pocket. "Just earlier I thought they said my name, turned out it was Jay." A further explanation as to answer her question, then shook his head. "But sorry, no. I'm afraid I haven't." @emirischir

[emirischir]

She had the start of a headache humming in the back of her head. Really, right now Emiri only wanted caffeine more than anything. She wasn't even that annoyed with the mispronunciation of her name, she was more concerned with her drink not having been made or worse someone walking off with her drink. "Eh, I'm used to people not getting my name right. Eh-me-ray is right, but I've heard Eh-mir-re, Emily even. Sometimes things even more removed." She shrugged and pushed some hair out of her eyes. "I tend to go by Emi to help people." The baristas were still avoiding her gaze and she wanted to figure out if her drink was coming. "What's your name then, if not Jay?"

[adem-sahir]

It wasn't like he could really deny his sister entry to his home, she was gonna come in whether he wanted her there or not so Adem decided to not make it harder than it needed to be. "She acts like she doesn't know where I live." As if the money for this house hadn't come from the money put in a savings account for him from their parents. All the siblings had one of those accounts. It wasn't a trust fund per se, but it might as well have been. He looked into the bag of food and went to set it on the kitchen counter. "If you're looking for booze there is none." @emirischir

[emirischir]

Emiri looked around her brother's place as she walked in, perhaps with a more little sister snooping eye than a common guest would have. "Would you have let her in if she came instead of me?" She asked her brother. She'd been hiding away in Chicago, setting her little life on fire just to feel something. She hadn't paid enough attention to fully understand just what Adem's relationship was like with their parents. "Are you really telling me you have a completely sober house?" She asked with a raised eyebrow before she finally gave up her search and joined her brother in the kitchen.

[malboraslihan]

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[emirischir]

Who: @abelxmorgan Where: Main Street

Emiri was aware she hadn't really touched music since she quit the band in Chicago. At first she'd gotten caught up in school and the affair and then the media storm. But then she moved back to East Haven and life simply slipped away from her. So standing here outside a music store staring at a guitar in the window Emiri was suddenly struck by how long time had passed since she sang or played the guitar. Tilting her head, she admired the guitar and felt an itch to go in the store and try it out. Maybe walk out with a nice, new guitar. She was aware of someone stopping beside her and staring at the same window display, their reflection appearing next to hers in the glass. Not looking away, Emiri nodded towards the instrument. "Do you play?"

[dilaraxbaysal]

"A cactus," she suggested right off the bat as a plant that Emiri could abandon for a month and would likely be alive after the fact. "Don't think you'll stick around long?" Dilara questioned, more out of curiosity because she wanted the young woman to stick around but understood not wanting to return to one's hometown after a situation like one that she endured. "I think that's a good start, though," she assured Emiri with a small smile in return. It did disappoint the older woman that Emiri knew what she was doing but, still, she had to remember Emiri was much younger than her. "Just promise me you'll be more careful, moving forward, okay?" @emirischir

[emirischir]

"A cactus?" Emiri repeated, looking over at the woman who was more like a big sister. "I mean, I guess it's fitting if I want something I'm not sure if I'll be able to keep something alive." Get something that was known for being prickly and dry, and perhaps half dead. "I'll be around for a bit. I need to get some experience here, and it'd be good if I could get in front of the camera at this station before I try to move to a different and bigger station." Emiri told Dilara. She watched the emotions flicker across Dilara's face, key among them worry. Emiri knew what she had been doing when she started the affair with the married governor. But why had she done it? She wasn't sure even to this day. Maybe because she was bored. Maybe to feel something, anything. Maybe to set her whole world on fire to try to fill the void left by her brother. But she still had done that, and she hated that she had played the victim in the media. "More careful about what?" Emiri asked, fighting the urge to just smash something. Anything.

[emirischir]

Who: @demirediz Where: Food Haven

The burrito smelled amazing. Mouth watering even. Her stomach had been growling ever since she'd walked out of work earlier. The food trucks were on her way home, so she decided to stop and get some food. The chips and salsa were already on the picnic table where she'd set her stuff up. But as Emiri turned with her prized burrito she slammed into a brick wall of muscle and nothing but a solid body. "Shit." She gasped out as her burrito tumbled from her grip and collided with the ground. A sickening splat filled the air as the burrito exploded. "Ah, fuck." Emiri groaned. Anger flared up in her. Her burrito!

[jude-sk]

Jude looked at her with a big smile. It was pretty rare to see a person who kept and used a library card for a long time. He did tend to see parents with young kids before they started school or just started school the most. But after that it did seem like a big gap till they were adults. "I can tell" he said looking at it. "I have my one from Nashville still" he knew he could go back and still use it. "But they did update the cards so you do need a new one" he said as he went onto the computer to get it set up "Let me update your information," he said adding what he needed and changing what he needed too. "We do need a photo" he said and looked towards a wall near by that had nice background of books "If you dont mind" he smiled. Once she was there he took a photo or two and let her pick what was best. "Now you can always check out and in books at the desk here" he said then pointed at table "But we have self-check out too" why the new card so she could scan books in and out. @emirischir

[emirischir]

It hadn't been until she did a major clean out of her wallet when she was off at college that she really took in the old and beaten up library card. Emiri had almost thrown the stupid thing out, but at the last second she kept it in case she returned for holidays or breaks and wanted to check out something. But if she was going to be stuck for a while, she might as well finally trade in the fossil of her childhood and get a new card. "Hey, it has earned its milage. I remember spending a lot of time here growing up." Her parents would set her loose in the children's section and she'd always come back with a pile almost as tall as her head. Emiri gave him her updated information and when it came time for the photo she fixed her hair and posed. It was a good thing she wanted to get in front of the camera with work, if she felt photogenic with a quick and poorly lit shot that made most people look like they were taking mug shots. "Perfect, thanks." Emiri flashed a grin at the librarian as she took the new card from him and examined the design.

[girlmostlikely]

Sometimes all a girl needs is to stare longingly with tear-filled eyes at her childhood photos that eternally immortalize a blissfully naive toothless grin and mourn the inevitably of what will come soon after.

[dilaraxbaysal]

"What can I say," her shoulders lifted in a shrug, "it was an attempt but I wouldn't want some plant to leave this store with a death date attached to it if you don't want one," she teased with Emiri. "But, really, I just wanted to spend time with you and I know I don't need an excuse but you also know that natural big sister in me just wants to make sure you have all you need since coming back." She couldn't help it, having two younger sisters herself. "It's not going to be ruined forever, you know that, right? I won't let it." @emirischir

[emirischir]

She continued to run her fingers over the leaves of the plants on the table and didn't say anything right away. "Aren't there any plants that I could forget to water them for a month and they will still be alive and thriving?" Emiri finally asked and looked up to Dilara. She could see what the other woman was trying to do and she appreciated it, even if she had mixed feelings over why she was here in the first place. "I never really thought I'd come back to East Haven so soon, so I'm not sure how much I'll settle down." She muttered. "But I need to get some experience and lay low for a bit." Looking up she ran her hand through her hair in frustration. "I know, but it sucks. I know that I played the apologetic victim, playing the role of the young impressionable girl taken advantage of by the older, more powerful man. But it's all bullshit. I knew what I was doing."

[adem-sahir]

"I don't remember inviting you over." Adem frowned at his baby sister as he opened the front door to see her standing there. It was his only day off this week and he was getting really fucking sick of people interrupting his peace and quiet. He had enough on his plate right now without having to babysit too. "If mom sent you over here to check on me, feel free to tell her I'm fine and if she actually wants to know how I'm doing she can come by her fucking self." He rolled his eyes but walked away from the open front door towards his living room where he had the fireplace going and was trying to relax. @emirischir

[emirischir]

Emiri stared up at her brother and barely more than blinked as he gave her every bit the opposite of a warm greeting. "Hello to you too." She gave him a dazzling smile she would have used for the weather, though she spread her lips even wider to drive home just how fake it was following him opening the door like that. The smile dropped and she walked past him as he finally moved his too big body out of the way. "Mom did send me over. I don't know when I became the messenger, but here we are." She sighed as she set down the food her mom sent her over with and started to look for his alcohol. "She made you some food. I didn't get any, but she did take me out for lunch so I guess it's even."

[tessgifs]

hafsanur sancaktutan dunyayla benim aramda (3)

[emirischir]

Who: @danielxkwon Where: The Human Bean

One of the best things about living right above The Human Bean was the easy access to coffee, tea and any other drink her heart desired. It was the perfect spot to quickly get in and out on her morning commute to work and Emiri couldn't deny it even on her days off. Sitting by the window earlier Emiri was sure she had heard her name, or at least a different pronunciation she was used to hearing. But as she slipped her phone in her pocket and went up to the area with the made drinks, she looked through the cups but didn't see her name written on any. Eyebrows furrowing she tried in vain to catch the attention of someone behind the counter, so she turned to look at a man standing next to her waiting for his own drink. "Did you hear them say Emiri? Or Emily? Or something like that? I swear I heard my name."

[jude-sk]

Jude was behind the main desk checking in some books. Just looked them over to make sure they were still in good condition. Thankfully most people in town did treat the books well enough. He only had a few times he had to charge a person for a book. Last time it was a person that was walking and was raining and the ended up falling and dropping the books in a puddle. Something that wasn't on them but still the books got damaged. But hearing someone walk up he sat the books down and smiled "Oh?" he didn't a lot of new library cards or renrwed cards as much as he liked. "Looks like it was well loved before" he smiled as he looked it over. He went to the computer to type in what he had too. "Alright what is your current adress?" he asked as he looked at the library card over. "I have not seen this one... it's older" more then the past 3 years he had been in town. @emirischir

[emirischir]

“Well loved, and well used.” Emiri replied, smiling charmingly. It wasn’t false, she had loved her library card and used it regularly for years before leaving for college. She gave him her new address above the Human Bean as she folded her hands on the counter. “Older is an understatement. I got it in elementary school but I guess I should get a new valid one if I’m back now again.” Emiri gave in. “This one should last me another 15 years again, right?” She joked though it had almost later that long.

[dilaraxbaysal]

Dilara shrugged her shoulders to the woman's partial complain via inquiring why they were even at the local garden store. "You don't have to get one," the brunette stated, "but apparently it's all the new rage to have plants instead of pets." Not that she would know, considering she didn't have pets or plants, "plus," she went on as they walked through the row of plants, "your apartment is barren, you need some life in it, liven it up a bit." @emirischir

[emirischir]

Hearing Dilara’s reply, Emiri raised an eyebrow at the other woman and looked at her for a beat. “You’re the one who dragged me here.” Emiri reminded her with an amused smirk. “So you’re telling me you really will let me go without getting a plant first?” She ran her fingers over a healthy looking a plant in front of her. “A pet would have no hope with me. Though I do want a cute puppy.” The poor thing wouldn’t have much of a chance though. “I just moved into said apartment. From my old life back in a Chicago. My ruined life.” Emiri sighed. Was that what this was really about?