[yaren avci] is [an omega-level] mutant with the ability of [super strength]. they’ve been in new york for [two weeks] where they spend most of their time as [an omega / government agent]. when i think of them, i think of [a winter breeze whispering through a hole in the wall, storm clouds heavy with the threat of thunder, and a pearly smile for the cameras biting down on a bloody tongue]. they are affiliated with [the seven deadly sins]. || (su kutlu, twenty-five, cis woman, she/her) —
trigger warnings: car crash, parental death, evil scientific experiments on children, abusive relationship (brief mention)
tl;dr: aspiring child star yaren lost both her parents when they were driving her back from a commercial shoot. left alone in the world, she was taken in by a government agency and trained as an obedient agent, where she was experimented on and obtained a mutation. now she’s a loyal attack dog to linda mccall, and the seven sins <3 feral little sister energy
QUICK FACTS
full name: yaren hiranur avci age: 25 gender: cis woman mutation: super strength personality: apathetic god complex, loyal to a fault, the puppet master and the puppet both at once height: 5′5 fc: su kutlu star sign: aries
FULL STORY
> yaren was going to be a big star some day. alright, rexburg, idaho, wasn’t known for turning out big stars, but yaren was sure she was going to be one of them and not just another cliche. her parents were devoted, and made sure she got tap lessons, and always participated in school plays.
> ever keen to pose for the camera with a pout and a twirl, she managed to land a commercial for Baby Alive Dolls. yaren was THRILLED, and became insufferable at school. in the weeks preceding the commercial shoot, all she talked about was herself and how her acting career was going to take off.
> and the shoot was everything she dreamed of. the adults cooed over how adorable she was, with her big dark eyes and her long red curls, and her mom said she’d put the money into a bank account to keep it safe for when yaren was old enough. yaren was babbling away about all the plans she had, strapped safely into the back of the car as her parents drove her back to idaho after. it seemed like everything was going right, until it wasn’t: a drunk driver collided with their car, and both yaren’s parents died on impact.
> there was no family left to take her in. the avci’s had emigrated to the states from turkey after the rest of their family had passed away due to various infirmities and accidents; so she was taken to a special school run by the government. yaren’s love of theatricality and acting made them think she would be a natural for spy work, and as a precocious, aspiring star she wasn’t going to question going to a special school. she was special, after all.
> she didn’t understand where her family were. the trauma of the crash meant she didn’t remember it at all, and she concluded that her parents would be around to pick her up at the end of the semester. yaren particularly excelled at any espionage skills, and as she grew older and began to understand better that her parents wouldn’t come back, she got angry, too. combat became an outlet; an essential one. the once bubbly and vivacious child turned dour and short tempered.
> that temper didn’t extend to the agents in charge of her training. yaren imprinted upon them as the only parental figures she has left, and it turned her into something of a perfect warrior. she didn’t ask questions, she didn’t care about anything, and she didn’t hesitate to pull the trigger. by twelve she was a robot for them. she had nothing else.
> linda mccall wasn’t looking for children of yaren’s age for her experiments, but yaren caught wind of something new happening, some new program, and she marched her child-sized self to the office and demanded they include her. her compliance and her excellent track record meant that in spite of her age, they agreed it was worth a go. a younger lab rat meant broader data. they said she might die; she didn’t care.
> even when the experiments hurt, far beyond the scope of anything she’d experienced before, yaren did not care. all she knew was that when she ripped herself from the chains holding her to the table and instinctively threw one of the scientists clean through a wall, linda mccall looked proud. the violence wasn’t so much born of rage as being ferally overwhelmed by the strength and power coursing through her. yaren felt like a god, and linda mccall worshipped at her feet. and like a good deity, yaren would do anything for her worshippers. linda asks, and she jumps.
> after the experiments wound down, yaren still had six years left at the academy. much of her tutelage would go on to take place privately, one-on-one, as her strength made her a wildly uneven match to her peers, but she continued working relentlessly on her skills.
> at 18 she graduated and was turned loose; yaren had never been so unhappy. she felt incomplete without linda’s guidance, and without the structure of the academy. in the end, she decided to lay low and mind her own business while she awaited orders. yaren returned to idaho, and got a job as a lumberjack. her colleagues thought she was a freak because of her mutation, but they never said a word about it -- when yaren was on duty, the others could kick back with their coffee and she would pick the trees up far more easily and quickly than the heavy machinery.
> so, she waited. she tried a relationship, but when the guy lifted a hand to her she removed the hand as easily as snapping a carrot stick, and decided romance wasn’t for her. yaren’s evenings were filled with whittling and scrimshaw, and visits to the drive-through. though her movie star dreams are dead in the water, she still loves the glamour of hollywood and is totally enraptured by grace kelly, marilyn monroe, and elizabeth taylor.
> and then after years and years passed and yaren was beginning to wonder if she ought to give up hope, she heard from linda. yaren was going to new york, and she was being given the role of a lifetime...
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