Post by Leyla Sevgici on Apr 16, 2013 21:11:56 GMT
Leylagül Ceylin Sevgici
Hey, my name is... Leylagül Ceylin Sevgici
But most call me... Leyla
If you want to, you can label me... asexual, perhaps. Sex is a tool for me, not an emotional act.
I've been on this earth for... 443 years
Which means I was born... November 3, 1569
I'm a... teacher
And only a... gardener and darkness element professor
I have power over... darkness
My eyes are... brown
And my hair is... brown
One could say... I'm very attractive - on the slender side but athletic and with enough muscle to handle myself. I carry myself tall and always have a sharp, dangerous look on my face. I have two tattoos on the insides of my forearms. On my right, it says "كارانليك" and on my left, "темнота", Ottoman Turkish and Russian for "darkness." I have a stab wound scar on my right shoulder and I'm missing my left pinkie finger.
I'm normally seen wearing... something simple, but very sleek and fashionable. I show off my body and keep to European styles with mini-dresses and rarely wearing denims. I like gloves to cover up my missing finger.
And I supposedly look like... Basak Köklükaya
All round, I'm... a sociopath, though I blend into society quite well. I've been a sociopath since before I could legally be identified as one. I have no moral code whatsoever except for getting what I want and advancing myself. I don't go out of my way to make people suffer unless I truly dislike them, but I won't hesitate to hurt someone if there's something in it for me. I have no problem destroying those around me to get what I want, but as almost nothing makes me truly happy, what I 'want' is always changing, so I'm always hurting people. I have no close friends, although I have plenty of connections. For me, people are no more than tools at my disposal, and I'm very good at both manipulation and terrorizing. My own unhappiness only pushes me further into using my own powers against those around me. Generally, I seem emotionless and icy, but I am also prone to extreme rage.
I'm in love with... power, expensive clothing, fine wines, fear, admiration
Though I detest... optimism, faeries, vampires, wolves, sirens, sorcerers, humans, crudeness, poor people, ugly people, people who get in my way
But my best assets are... I'm an experienced con woman, very good at cards, and I speak Russian and Turkish fluently and English and Arabic semi-fluently.
However my worst... my English is weak, my short temper, my vanity
And I dream of... living in luxury at the expense of others for millenia
My life story... My father was a darkness borea and a soldier in one of the first war between Russia and the Ottoman Empire. While he was in Russia, he raped a young faerie there, and she gave birth to me. The war went on for several years, and during that time, I was abused by other passing soldiers as they ravaged my mother's village. My father came back for me when he left Russia, and brought me to Constantinople with him.
My father had won significant favor during the war, so I grew up in luxury and wealth. I lived with my family, mostly dark boreai, for nearly a century before political turmoil forced us to move. I traveled the Middle East, Russia and Europe with my brother, terrorizing and pillaging small villages when we felt like it. It was a lazy life for a long time.
The race wars sent most of the boreai back to their family groups for safety. We wanted nothing to do with the struggles of the other races. In my absence, my family had become deeply involved in the opium trade to preserve our fortune. I took up a role as one of the negotiators because of my ferocity and skill with the Russian language.
It was during one of these negotiations when things, as they often do, went wrong. I was kidnapped and held ransom by a group of sorcerers. They cut off my pinkie finger and sent it to my brother. What they did not understand was that dark boreai held no deep mutual affection, even for family. I knew they would not come for me. I drove my guard insane with my powers until he stabbed me. I used the opportunity to take the knife and free myself.
After the war ended, many different clans of boreai started speaking to one another, discussing our exclusion in the treaties. I was among one of the strongest advocates that this was a deliberate snub, trying to deny our status as a legitimate race. And so, though a series of unpleasant diplomatic struggles, we managed to push our way into their little school. Our children had just as much right to it as those pathetic cretins. There aren't many dark boreai at the school, so a job as an instructor could only be part time. I took up gardening at the academy, a sometimes hobby of mine, as a side job.
I was born to... Mercan Sevgici and Peredeslava Golovkin
And also live with... Suleman Sevgici and Mehmet Sevgici
My ooc name is... Joohlia[/color][/blockquote]
And I've been roleplaying... since Leyla was born
The Secret Word is... PASSWORD ACCEPTED
