civilian

Sofia had pulled herself into a corner booth so she could keep an eye on the bar and still shift through paperwork to figure out how much her ex screwed her. “Best way to reach me if you can’t get a hold of me on my cell is callin’ the bar and you know it,” she mused playfully as she glanced towards her cellphone, moving her hand up towards the power button to click it on to see how many times he tried to get a hold of it, a soft grimace crossing her features. “God, sorry.” She turned her head to look over at him, putting her pen down as she cleared her throat. “Would you mind just sitting down across from me? I just… I have a few more things to touch up on. It shouldn’t take me long… Please, Al… You’d be doin’ me the biggest favor.”

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“Then why didn’t you answer?” He waited for her to check all of her missed calls and text messages to nod, giving her a silent I-told-you-so. While Altan would usually stay away from such a tacky habit with someone he was pursuing, Sofia was off the table as his friend so he didn’t care about blowing up her phone. Altan gave a bit of a sigh but obliged. He undid the button of his suit jacker before taking a seat across from her. “But I’m not getting any younger, Sof, so let’s make it quick, yeah?” He caught sight of a bartender and tipped his thumb back to let him know he wanted a drink, knowing he was there enough for the staff to know his usual. “What’s this?” He asked about the paperwork she was looking over. 

It should’ve been obvious to anyone who ever met Altan that he lived in a luxury penthouse on top of one of Chicago’s best high-rises. Not because politicians made an excess amount of wealth but because he was riding on mommy and daddy’s fortune until he inherited it one day. He had a busy day going from city hall to a couple of different projects around his area of expertise, and all he wanted to do when he got home was to take a shower, have a nice meal, and head to bed. As someone born with a golden spoon in his mouth he also understood that relaxing wasn’t an easy task. There would always be pushback from people who didn’t agree with his life, who hated his surname, and who did things like this... ransack his belongings to instill fear in him, take what they couldn’t have, or whatever reason they chose from the variety pack. He’d walked in through a cracked door twenty minutes earlier, phone in hand as he called the police, and checked the safe first. It was opened and the contents gone. That alone made him mad enough to find these pricks when he would’ve let the entire incident go on a good day. He heard the cops call for him by the front door. They introduced themselves and then introduced the detective on scene. “Make yourself at home, Officers.” His hand stayed on the door as he saw her step through the threshold, following behind the other two. “My my my. What has it been, Melinda? Four or five years?”

Altan walked into Violet Hour, moving past the crowds without needed to bump shoulders as people moved out of his way the moment they saw him walking near. It was in the way he held himself with such high regard that tended to make others want to be on his good side, resulting in favors even as small as clearing a path when he looked busy. “Ah, yup.” He slowed when he found her. “When I couldn’t reach you on the phone I figured you’d still be here.” Hard working as always. That was good, useful. However, to be frank, Sofia was one of the few people that Altan truly considered a friend. “Come on, Sof. You’re the boss and it’s past your bedtime. Let’s head out, I have something to run by you. Where’s your coat? It’s getting cold out there.” 

name: Altan Karsli age: 30 gender/pronouns: Cis man, He/Him occupation: Politician — Democratic Party affiliation: Unaffiliated civilian, for now hehe

Biography in bullet points bc I said so

Altan Karsli grew up in a wealthy family from Ankara, Turkey. He was the oldest of two siblings and only son which meant that some degree of nepotism would follow him throughout his life.

His parents' company expanded to the United States and they eventually decided to move the family, relocating to Chicago when he was eight years old. That meant the majority of his formative years and on were spent mixed into American “culture”. However, despite this, Altan has always claimed his own ethnicity and culture, never letting it get washed out.

He grew up going to all kinds of high society events. Even though his parents were busy and raised them with the help of an au pair, they still tried to make sure their kids knew they were there for them when they needed them even if expectations for their future were always astronomical. 

His relationship with his sister is questionable, as in, are they even related? The girl is very different than himself but that might’ve been due to the way they were both raised to mirror the other parent. He is her brother by blood, but the bond that usually wraps around siblings has never been there. It’s not something he has ever thought about working on, but they are yet to realize the circumstances this city and it’s dark secrets will put on them.

Altan attended Yale University where he studied Political Science before getting a Master’s in Political Statistics. That was when he worked on a research project that got him published and launched his political career.

He has served on Chicago’s city council for the last two years and this year, with the reelections, he has started to consider running for a major position in the city. 

Altan is unaware of and unaffiliated with the mafias that run Chicago. However, his fortune is going to run short the higher up he climbs this social ladder. He won’t like finding out who his father is behind closed doors. Maintaining that kind of wealth comes with consequences and Altan, as their first born will have to follow in his father’s steps one day. He has no idea about the kind of man he is bound to become when all of the wrong connections come into play.

Personality

Entitled 

Cocky 

Competitive

Observant 

Intelligent

Responsible

Movie aficionado 

Connections 

Met Dom Vronsky at university and while they started out as friends, their competitive nature eventually got the best of them and they’ve ended up butting heads since. 

His and Leyla’s mothers, as friends, always wanted them to end up together but their personalities could not have made things more impossible. Regardless, he knows the woman pretty well.

Dated Melinda Harris for six months about five years ago. He broke up with her because she was too busy being a girlboss and Altan was like “why aren’t you waiting on me day and night?” because he’s a man and all men are pigs thank you, I hate him, we’ll work on tearing down his toxic ego together 

Friends with Theo.