✞ 「 smiles that never fully meet the eyes, kindness mistaken for weakness, always being the last to leave, the bayou at sunrise 」 cis woman. she/her. ╱ now nobody in lafleur is saying MELIS “MERCY” OVALI is trouble, but nobody's exactly rushin' to defend them either. folks have been talkin' about the 26 year old waitress at last stop since the day they rolled into town. seems there's always some new story about how they're allegedly a human and have been here for her whole life . i don't put much stock in every rumor that floats through this shithole, but with a warm, guarded & charming reputation like theirs, something tells me we only scratched the surface of the TURKU SU DEMIREL wannabe's story.
𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒 .
full name: melis ovali.
nicknames: goes exclusively by mercy.
gender: cis woman.
pronouns: she, her.
sexuality: unlabeled.
d.o.b. : february 8th.
age: 26.
hair color: brown.
eye color: dark brown.
height: 5′ 5″
faceclaim: turku su demirel.
birth place: lafleur, louisiana.
𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐒 .
mentions of alcoholism, death, drunk driving, verbal abuse and parental death are present.
from a young age, mercy’s always known that her life wasn’t normal. that her family dynamic wasn’t. there was never a loving two parent household. never had a father who’d do anything for his little girl, or a mother she could run to whenever she needed her. no, rather than running to her mother, mercy ovali only had her older brother, emre, to lean on. there was never a father in the picture– didn’t even know who he was– and their mother? well, she was never really a mother at all… but, it was the way life was. it was the cards mercy was dealt and when this is the only side of life she’s had since birth. this was what she knew, all she had, and– truthfully- they made the best out of it. her and her brother. as long as they had each other, that’s all she ever needed.
mercy was able to pretend everything in her life was fine.. until that one day that turned it completely upside down. she was only sixteen when it happened. her brother, for the first time in their life, invited her to come out with them. to get out of the house, do something fun that involves more than hanging around watching terrible television shows… at least that was the front, the reasoning he gave their mother. but that was the night emre came clean with mercy: he was getting a job in california and he wanted her to come with him. because if there’s anyone in this world who deserves a chance at normalcy, it was her. even if they started a little later than anyone else. it took no convincing on his part because mercy immediately knew she didn’t want to be somewhere her brother wasn’t.
but, of course, life was cruel in ways she never understood. the night that had been filled with so much joy, and promises, ultimately became one of the worst nights of her life. his smile was the last thing to be imprinted in mercy’s mind on that friday because it was the last time she’d ever get to see him smile again. to make a long, sad story short – he, mercy and his friends got into a car accident that night. they had all been drinking, their car hit another and everyone involved died on impact aside from mercy — the sole survivor of a horrendous car accident.
the ovali household was never the same after that. you’d think that something as tragic as the loss of one’s old son, nearly losing a daughter, would force someone to get their act right. to see how much life is slipping from their fingers.. or to see how quickly things could change with a blink of an eye. a face you’ve seen all your life suddenly.. gone. you’d think that’s how the story would go, but unfortunately for mercy, it wasn’t. rather than her mother’s drinking getting better, it merely got worse. the loss of emre eating away at her and the bottles became the shoulders for her to lean on. the ones she always leaned on. and mercy? it was as if she were nothing more than a distant memory to her mother.
by the time she was eighteen years old, mercy grew sick and tired of being within the punching bag for her mother’s drunken and hurtful words. somehow, some way, her mother had suddenly turned the table on mercy. going from being nothing but a distant memory to the child that took her only son away. the son that kept the house afloat, maintaining it, handling everything the parent should’ve. he wasn’t around anymore and somehow, the blame managed to fall in mercy’s direction.. but, it wasn’t her fault. no matter how many times her mother tried to point fingers at mercy and blame her for the destruction that became the ovali household.
after the loss of her brother, mercy never envisioned what a life without him could be like. she never thought about the what ifs or having to do anything on her own and because of it, fear kept her planted in the small town of louisiana. the one place she’s sure she’ll hate until she dies. her mother has passed away and as disgusting as it is to admit, mercy didn’t feel bad. she felt more of relief than anything. mercy mourned her mother long before she was buried in the ground. even with her mother gone, she never had the courage to pick up and leave. louisiana was the only home she’s ever had and the faces she’s grown up around are the only family she’s got. mercy may regret it one day, but she doesn’t know how she can leave.
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