❝ her heart is a suspended lute; which resonates as soon as touched. ❞
STATS:
Name: Ferah Demirci
Age: 32
Face Claim: Melisa Asli Pamuk
Occupation: Architect
Relationship Status: Single
Gender & Preferred Pronouns: Cis female & she/her
BIOGRAPHY:
The youngest Demirci’s journey began in Turkey where she’d been born and raised until the age of 13. Family drama and a big scandal sent her to New York with her aunt and uncle when they immigrated over in a way to avoid the downfall and collateral damage. Ferah’s mother was a television personality and had a level of notability due to that. Her father was involved in politics and foreign policies. Criminal charges were brought down on her father but in that media circus her mother’s affair had come to light as well. Sending their children, Ferah and her older siblings, to New York meant they escaped the shame and got to grow up without the media circus in their lives.
It was during high school that Ferah discovered her passion and hopeful life path. She’d aimed small at first, thinking she would work in interior design, but a teacher had seen something more in her and encouraged Ferah to look into architecture. Naturally she’d loved design and structure, always found herself in awe of the things people could build and considered most buildings around the city to be art. Because of that influence Ferah enrolled into Cornell and worked her way to a degree in architecture. Following her graduation Ferah began working at a large firm in the city to earn experience and to gain exposure in the industry. She went from being the junior on many big accounts to eventually landing her own. The preference had always been residential for her but she enjoyed whatever challenge came her way.
In university she met the man she would marry her first year. In fact they married before she graduated and they had part of their honeymoon in Marshall Island. Most of her marriage was a lie. Not because Ferah didn’t care about him but because she wasn’t living completely honest. She was secretly in love with her best friend and since she’d never been all that comfortable with her sexuality and had a difficult time coming out Ferah didn’t exactly pursue the life she wanted. Instead she settled for someone she thought was good and that she could make a decent life with. Of course, and in some ways she blames herself for this, it all fell apart when she discovered her husband and best friend were having an affair.
Post divorce Ferah moved to Marshall Island and started her own architecture firm. Heartbreak and betrayal forced her into a position of being honest with herself and what she wanted out of life. In the end she was grateful for her life falling apart because it produced positive changes. Just like when she was a child and moved away from her parents. A different life had opened up for her. One she wasn’t entirely sure she would’ve ever lived had it not been for doors closing and others opening. For the first time in her life, after starting over in Marshall Island, Ferah began dating women. While she found it to be freeing, she also discovered it was much messier.
Once business began looking good and she found herself living wealthier than she ever had before that was when her family came sniffing around for bailouts. First it was her mother needing to payoff a blackmailer, then it was her father looking to payoff some debts. Getting involved meant learning more about how her parents had strayed off the straight and narrow. Some part of her believed that perhaps it was in her DNA to be drawn to turmoil and drama — at least as far as relationships went. Ferah was good about her business. She never messed with that. But now she finds herself in an endless loop of her family needing something from her. Usually always money.
