[ mumu for bearfm ] ASENA DEMIRKAN | 28 yrs | Slayer Park Ranger for Saut Somnolent ... and all the people say ... you can't wake up this is not a D R E A M ... you're part of a machine - you are not a human being
𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗄𝖾𝗒 and cheap perfume hang in the air. he takes a slow sip from his glass before setting it down , the sound of it against the wood was louder than it should've been. he glances sideways , catching the tension in asena's tone even as she tries to mask it as steady. ❛ this place does seem to attract a certain type , ❜ he remarks ❛ but not everyone who walks in is trouble , i sure ain't. ❜
𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾𝗌 , 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖽𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 slayer with a careful eye. something in her demeanor suggested that it was more than just a long day. ❛ something got you feeling spooked ? town's got that effect on folks lately. ❜ his words held weight , a subtle push to see if she'd share what she wasn’t saying out loud.
Asena isn’t sure if she genuinely believes him. A lot has changed since her ancestors’ time as slayers, and even though she works alongside other supernatural beings, trust doesn’t come easily. Not completely. Her interactions with the sheriff are rare—park rangers like her usually spend their days patrolling the dense forests around Bearhold or leading community outreach programs like teaching students about nature.
She presses the back of her neck, trying to will herself into relaxation.
“Spooked is an understatement,” she murmurs, her voice low. She knows better than to speak too loudly, though other supernatural beings could hear from miles away if they wanted to.
“I was patrolling out in Saut Somnolent today, and something just feels... off. But maybe it’s all in my head...”
Finally, she looks up at him, searching his face, almost hoping he’ll tell her it’s nothing—that she’s overthinking things. That it really is just her imagination.
always excited to see a familiar face, once ines's eyes adjust to the light, she pops up from her office chair like a jack in the box, and clasps her hands together under her chin as she coos in excitement. "hello again, gorgeous !" she chimes, her eyes squinting above her wide smile. regulars at the ruby moose were a common occurrence, but all exciting, never the less. even in a city as potently magical as bearhold, witch-hood could get lonely — especially when witches are prone to tip-toeing around actually talking about witchcraft — so seeing others pop in for witchy business was a kind and comforting affair.
"of course, of course," ines nods, picking her shawl up off of the back of her chair and wrapping it loosely around her shoulders as she crosses the threshold of the front desk, proceeding to facetiously gesture wildly to the shop as a whole. "what can i get you today ?? we just got a huge shipment in, so i should have everything you need. just got a big ol' box of black tourmaline, too. as well as ... black chime candles, and palo santo sticks."
It felt like a weight had been lifted from Asena’s shoulders. Maybe it was the other woman’s vibrant aura or the meticulous cleansing rituals the tools and crystals underwent. Most likely, it was a bit of both. Either way, Asena eased into the soothing energy as if slipping into a warm bath. In Bearhold, only a handful of people knew her true, supernatural identity. It had been years since she’d opened up to Ines about that side of her, and now, in this moment, it felt refreshing to be transparent.
After all, if a regular human casually ordered an obsidian dagger, it would raise a few eyebrows—no matter how much someone believed in the "witchy woo woo" of things. But here, Asena didn’t have to hide. She could ask for what she truly needed without the usual pretense.
“I’m looking for some selenite slabs,” Asena said with a casual shrug, her tone light. “But I’d be happy to see what other goodies you’ve got in lately. What do you recommend?"
𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 the threshold -- rust felt her presence. that strange shift in the air , the way the hairs on the back of his neck stood up like they'd caught a chill. no , it wasn't fear . . . it was more like instinct , a primal sense. rust didn't turn right away , just took a slow drink from his glass as the familiar stinging sensation tickles the edge of his own skin. slayers. always a little too good at sniffing him out.
❛ 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇' ❜ 𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖺 in that same gruff tone , his eyes finally surrendering her way , scanning her with a calm and measured glance that betrayed nothing of what he truly was. fingers wrap loosely around the glass , mindful not to grip too hard -- old habits. ❛ can't say i expected company. ❜ he flicks his gaze to her shoulders , tense . . . despite her steady voice. she seems to know what he is , even without saying it outright. ❛ bar always feel this tight or just somethin' in the air tonight ? ❜ his tone is unusually light , like an undercurrent --- like he knew exactly what's bothering her.
“Old Fashioned, please,” Asena murmurs just loud enough for the bartender to hear before turning her attention elsewhere. It had been a long day in Saut Somnolent, and while she usually found solace in patrolling the dense forests, something about the energy in the woods that day had left her on edge. She couldn’t go straight home like this—not with the unsettling dread still clinging to her.
By no means was she a regular at the town’s nicest yet seediest bar, and finding herself sitting beside the sheriff wasn’t on her agenda for the evening either. She lifted her chin, pretending to focus on the bottles lining the bar’s top shelf. The feeling that he might be mocking her gnawed at her, though she tried to push it aside.
“Can’t say I’m here enough to notice,” she replies, her voice steady despite the unease in her eyes. “But I imagine this place attracts its fair share of questionable characters.”
The night air feels heavy with the scent of pine and earth as Asena moves quietly through the underbrush, her steps light and deliberate. Patrolling these woods isn’t just part of the job—it’s a necessity. Beneath the serene blanket of nature, she knows there’s something darker lurking, waiting.
Her hand rests on the hilt of her blade, hidden beneath her jacket. The woods around her seem unnaturally still, save for the occasional rustle of leaves in the wind. But then, something shifts. A sound. Faint, but unmistakable—the crunch of footsteps on dry twigs.
Asena freezes, her senses immediately on red alert. The forest closes in around her, her ears straining to catch every movement. She can’t see whoever’s approaching, but the weight of their presence reaches her, familiar yet unsettling. Human? Supernatural? “What are you doing out here?” she asks, her voice low but firm.
ines. — ꒰ open starter ꒱ ⌗ the front counter @ the ruby moose
* note — feel free to assume that they have met before !!
it was in ines's nature as a general doormat to agree whenever she was approached to cover someone else's work — perhaps that was why she also worked as a substitute teacher — but when she got the text today that they would have to close for the rest of the week if no one could cover the front counter at the ruby moose, ines kissed all nine of her pets goodbye, and headed out the door. luckily, the waves were a bit too calm for her liking that day, so she wouldn't miss her now-cancelled surfing plans too much.
it had been a quiet few hours at the ruby moose thus far, and ines had some mood music playing from the crackly old radio in the shop, mostly for the privacy of whoever was crying during their session behind one of the velvet curtains they had instead of doors. she'd been embroidering a detailed portrait of her friend's cat for so long now that her eyes were nearly going crossed, so when she heard the delicate chime of the door opening, she was grateful for the distraction. looking up from her dark work station, and slightly blinded by the outside light shining through behind the approaching patron, ines smiled as brightly as she always does, and leaned on the counter before her. "welcome to the ruby moose !! what can we do for you today ? "
There is something about THE RUBY MOOSE that draws Asena in every time. The energy in the shop feels different, clean, and cool—like a refreshing glass of cold water on a blistering summer day. The hum of white noise hangs in the air, almost ethereal, calming in a way most people wouldn’t notice. But Asena, sensitive to energy shifts, feels it instantly as she pushes open the door. A soft jingle of bells greets her, followed by a cheery, familiar voice.
"Hey, stranger." Her wide brown eyes wander, taking in the shelves lined with crystals, incense, and an array of metaphysical tools. The scent of sage and sandalwood lingers in the air, grounding her. It isn't often that Asena visits the shop, but whenever she does, it’s because she needs something specific—tools for her collection of protection crystals and talismans. Each one carefully selected to guard against glamour, manipulation, curses—you name it.
"I'm just here for the usual," she says with a casual smile, though her focus remains sharp.
[ 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗌 ] open !
[ 𝗌𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 ] the garrison , well past midnight
𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗋 end of the bar , where the light felt a whole lot dimmer. rust drums his fingers lightly on the side of his glass ; the amber liquid inside barely touched. the usual hum of chatter filled the room but his gaze was fixed elsewhere , lost in thought. feeling a subtle shift in the room before he heard it -- the weight of someone's presence lingers just behind him. he doesn't bother to turn his frame , his eyes remain on the drink in front of him as he ran a thumb along the rim of the glass. with a low gruff voice , ❛ you planning to stand there all night or are you gonna sit down ? ❜ he glances over his shoulder raising a brow , ❛ ain't much point in lurking when the bars got plenty of seats. ❜
A stinging sensation radiates through her fingertips as she steps through the entryway of THE GARRISON. The air feels thick even though there are half as many patrons as usual for a Monday night. The quiet buzzing of voices and music fills her ears when a familiar gruff tone brings her mind back into focus. Asena ignores the prickle of energy dancing on her skin — a slayer always knows when she is in the presence of supernatural energy — and shrugs her shoulders at his words. It's hard to explain how the bar overwhelms her senses when she’s only just walked in. "Sheriff," she nods in greeting and slides onto a bar stool next to him. Her voice is steady but the tension in her shoulders gives her away.
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i’ve heard that they’ve lived in bearhold for 13 years. rumor has it that they can be rather stubborn and possessive, but hey, that’s just in their nature as a slayer. they totally make up for it by being loyal and grounded. if you’re looking for them, you can probably find them at their work as a park ranger at saut somnolent.
cemre baysel, 28, cisfemale, she/her 𐫱 › as written by sami, 27, she/her, pst
asena first moved to bearhold when she was 15. it happened very suddenly in the middle of the second semester of her freshman year. not only was it a culture shock to move from turkey to what felt like the middle of nowhere - it was worse that everyone looked at her strangely because she didn't fit in with the rest of the kids.
she didn't really need many friends because she had her two sisters to keep her company, and they've been close ever since they were born
asena's family left turkey because her grandmother lived in bearhold and she had passed away suddenly. asena's mother brought the whole family to arrange the funeral and for some reason they never returned back to turkey. when asena asked her mother why, she responded vaguely "there's unfinished business here"
long story short - asena's grandmother was a slayer and it wasn't until she died that asena's mom figured out the next slayer to be chosen was asena. the signs were glaringly obvious by the time she turned 15 and then soon after, her younger sister would exhibited the same signs that called her to be chosen as well
it is believed that the death of asena's grandmother brought the two girls' supernatural abilities out faster but the intuition and ability to chose the next slayer is a family secret
asena's family carried a sort of notoriety in turkey as respected slayers. while both of asena's parents are human, both parents carry a lineage of slayers (most of them were women)
the last slayer on asena's father's side was her great grandmother so it has been awhile since there was an accomplished slayer for either family.
when asena learned about her supernatural abilities, she was eager to learn everything about being a slayer. she didn't know where to start but luckily a family friend (wanted connection opportunity??) took her under their wing and taught her everything they knew.
in order to protect bearhold, asena pursued a career as a park ranger and eventually was assigned saut somnolent
because of the trecherous environment, many park rangers were not equipped to patrol this area but aside from asena's supernatural abilities, she was a seasoned hiker and knew saut somnolent like the back of her hand so she was the perfect person to be a park ranger there
“Spooky” by Dusty Springfield
“Vampire” by Olivia Rodrigo
“Gods & Monsters” by Lana Del Rey
“Just a Girl” by No Doubt
“Jungle” by Tash Sultana
“Sunglasses at Night” by Corey Hart
“Gasoline” by Halsey
“Seize the Power” by Yonaka
“Seven Nation Army” by Zella Day
“Heads Will Roll” by Yeah Yeah Yeahs
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