NAME: Nazli Ersan.
AGE: 31.
PLACE OF BIRTH: London, United Kingdom.
AFFILIATION: The Rutherford Family. The Turkish gangs based in Haringey.
OCCUPATION: Drug dealer.
FACE CLAIM: Bensu Soral.
AVAILABILITY: OPEN.
Berat had once called her a walking attitude problem.
Whilst she’d absolutely told her friend to go fuck himself, he might’ve been right.
What else could one really expect from a woman who had, essentially, been raised by gang life? Unlike Kerem, she’d never had a supportive father (or mother, for that matter) to set a good example for their only daughter, and Ayda walking around like a little ray of fucking sunshine was an exception to the Turkish rule rather than an expectation. At least she wasn’t as rabid as Emine, for fuck’s sake. (Maybe.)
But the residents of Haringey had always been smart enough to cautiously keep their distance. Reputations that preceded people in a line of work like hers were a blessing in disguise, and Nazli did little to discourage the violent rumours that spread about her quickly during their late teenage years. That was when she’d truly burst onto the drug dealing scene, and instead of being seen solely as Berat and Kerem’s bitchy little tagalong, boy did she make sure that the spot she carved out for herself in their hierarchy was an imposing one.
Azra liked to take her friends along as backup during potentially dangerous deals.
Nazli preferred a shotgun and a reckless attitude.
And that summed her up pretty nicely, if you asked those who knew her well.
Most assumed that she was a little cracked because she’d had the shit beaten out of her so many times as a kid by the Indian gangs that would stalk around the Turkish schools, waiting for the up-and-comers to leave after their studies. They were right. So much so had she suffered at their hands that she was almost totally deaf in one ear post head-injury, and still walked a little funny almost fifteen years after having her pelvis smashed up with a baseball bat. Whilst her parents had been shitty to her for the entirety of the life she’d endured with them, the one thing she could be grateful for was being pushed into formal Turkish education, though. Yes, even if it had made her a target for the borough’s scum. It’d been where she met most of her friends. Grown to love the culture and values she would’ve otherwise despised just to spite them.
Where she had become herself.
...though there were plenty who’d argue that she could’ve done with being a little less like herself, and a little more like a functioning member of society.
Kerem and Berat had taken her under their wing almost as soon as they’d met her. Nazli had been nine years old. Even though she’d typically avoided branching out socially at all costs, they had seemed intriguing enough that she’d made the exception. Back then, she hadn’t known about Kerem’s father and the fact that the gang they’d heard whispers about, but were too young to understand, belonged to him. That would come with time. Wherever they went, she followed loyally, even if that eventually meant pushing drugs for people who almost certainly saw her as expendable.
Yes, the shitty fucking Rutherford family which thought it had the right to lord over them.
The idea of making profits that had to be handed up to them made her squirm, but it was the price they had to pay to keep the Turkish gang ahead of the Indians in the never-ending battle to be more useful to their British oppressors. Who the fuck did they think they were treating all of Haringey like their own personal workforce..? It was a damn good job they had Azra as the charismatic go-between, because Nazli always had to be held back from spitting in their faces when they dared step foot in their home. Their borough. The place their people had worked so hard to build into what it was today.
Nevra was absolutely included on that shit list after she’d abandoned them.
Of course, her scorn was not limited to the British, though. The Turkish gang had gone from convenient source of income, to found family, to support system she couldn’t have functioned without, and she was so viciously loyal to their cause that one might’ve assumed she was due to take over one day instead of Kerem. Whilst her primary job is helping to push the immense mass of heroin that comes into the borough, however, where she lacks the business sense to further their interests in other ways, she instead sees herself as a humble volunteer. Committed to a public service, if you will... Indians, Russians, Rutherfords, you fucking name it; if they attempt to throw their weight around in her home, she is absolutely going to show them that their shit doesn’t fly. Nazli will greet with a bitter smile and an outburst so violent, it’s enough to make anybody second guess crossing her people.
As tensions increase and her patience frays with the growing Russian presence on their doorstep, her responses are becoming more and more heavy-handed. The real problem, though? Nazli is starting to realise how much she fucking enjoys it.
So maybe don’t push your luck.
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single.
FAMILY: None playable.
CONNECTIONS:
Kerem Doğulu: Good friend. Nazli has an immense amount of respect for Kerem. The fact that he was willing to put his personal goals aside for the furtherment of the gang’s interests is utterly selfless, in her opinion, and she can think of few others who would sacrifice the prospect of a better life to stick around people like them. Nazli adores him. When it’s his time to head up the Turkish gang, just as his father once did, she will help him stay there no matter the cost.
Berat Yalaz: Best friend. Though the four of them have always been tight knit, it was during the period in which Kerem considered higher education over a life with the gang that she and Berat became particularly close. Nazli helped him through his brief stint with heroin, and he’d always be the one willing to patch her up after one of her typically violent altercations. Nazli appreciates how he can go from class clown to savage brute in the blink of an eye if somebody needs him, and after all the years they’ve had each other’s back, that little shit is stuck with her for life.
Azra Yavuz: Good friend. Growing up, neither of them had been blessed with a pleasant home life, but Azra had definitely got the shorter end of the stick. Nazli was always the first to offer her a distraction from her shitty father, though, and would camp out with her all night at Ayda’s when neither wanted to be stuck with their own families. Nazli has always done better in friendships with men rather than other women, but Azra was always the exception, and she would absolutely die for that bitch without a second thought.
Ayda Demir: Friend. Well, she liked her a lot more before she got all ‘high horse’ about their gang, and broke up with her best friend...but the fact she doesn’t want to beat the shit out of her after doing either says a lot.
Nevra Erdoğan: Enemy. Fuck you, traitor. That’s why.
