SPOTTED: 𝐀𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐍 𝐃𝐔𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐙 in new york city! heard the 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 year old belongs to 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐑𝐘 as a 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑. word on the streets is that they can be 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 & 𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒, but they can also be 𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 & 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐈𝐃.
𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒.
name. aslan durmaz gender & pronouns. male. he/him age &. dob. thirty-eight & january 6 siblings. esra & miray durmaz occupation. leader of the cavalry & ceo of blade inc.
𝐓𝐋𝐃𝐑.
Aslan Durmaz grew up in a volatile, debt-ridden household. He’d spent his life as protector and provider to his younger sisters, even if it came at the expense of himself. He was fourteen when the soldiers of the Turkish crime syndicate arrived to collect their father’s long-overdue debt. Tired of the excuses for never having their financial repayment, money wasn't a choice anymore, his parents had offered their only son to work off their debt. Isolation and discipline reshaped him into a weapon, and when he finally returned home years later, he found the house burned and his sisters missing. Spending years chasing leads, he eventually found Esra and Miray alive and hiding in Europe. He couldn’t stay without endangering them, so he built them new identities, hidden money, and a covert way to reach him—fragile threads of connection, but all he could safely give.
Staying in the syndicate not out of loyalty, but because he deemed he had nothing left outside of it. Call it a kid brainwashed or an organization that had nearly succeeded in breaking him. Over the years, Aslan became one of the most efficient operatives. Upon expansion into America, he was slotted into second in command. It all shifted the moment he crossed paths with his sisters again. This time, with one standing on the opposite playing field, the other trapped within an organization that deemed death the only exit. Extracting Miray made one truth undeniable: the only way out was to collapse the syndicate from within.
So the wheels were set in motion to annihilate an empire. He had memorized every weakness, every alliance, every flaw in the machine. Each head who believed themselves untouchable met an irreversible destruction. From the ashes, he built The Cavalry: a weapons syndicate rooted in order, discipline, and a loyalty that could not be bought or broken. He built the leadership structure to ensure he could never be overthrown - no repeat of other leaders' mistakes.
𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒.
Apart from the Cavalry, he's the CEO and owner of Blade Inc. a private jet and helicopter charter that offers discreet travel for elite clients (or what they're attempting to transport). Fast and impossible to trace.
He knows the black market like a living map, tracking every route, shipment, and trade obsessively.
The connections and contacts he's built form a global web. Years of international heists and smuggling in the art and jewel industry have forged him anchors in both upper society and the underworld. Whatever he needs, wherever he needs it - he knows a guy for it.
Extensive car, watch, and gun collection. Always wears a Patek Phillipe.
Will fight to the bitter end, no matter what.
Has every exit of a room mapped as soon as he's stepped foot in it.
Threatening his sisters or his girlfriend will be the last thing you ever do.
Cavalry has 4 rules: don't bother him, don't be stupid, do the job efficiently, if you fuck him over you pay for it.
Has hidden, built in compartments everywhere (homes, offices, cars, planes, etc.) that open with fingerprint recognition for weapons.
Felt like his life returned when he fell in love with Cami.
Speaks 9 languages: English, Turkish, Italian, French, Russian, Greek, Spanish, German, Arabic.
Very into his oud colognes and cigars.
Picky about coffee and only drinks espressos or Turkish coffee & tea.
𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘.
Sacrifice was the defining factor of Aslan Durmaz’s story. The cruelest architect of his fate landed in the hands of his own parents, who had forged their first born child as a sacrifice for themselves. Over and over. The Durmaz household had always been thin on warmth - stretched across overdue bills, their fathers volatile temper, and a constant undercurrent of tension. In the chaos of that home, he became both protector and provider - he shielded his younger sisters from the emptiness that engulfed him, of parents who loved in theory but not in practice, of warmth they craved but never received. He ensured they were fed, clothed, and prepared for school, even when doing so came at the expense of himself.
When the soldiers from the Turkish crime syndicate arrived to collect their long-overdue repayment, Aslan was fourteen. It was the same looped explanation they had always heard: nothing to hand over, nothing saved, just another plea for another week, another month. But this time, it ended differently. They accepted a different form of payment, one that didn’t require cash. The explanation was the last he remembered of his parents. Words wrapped in lies meant to soften a blow no child could survive: “good for the family,” “temporary work.” The truth was far harsher. Survival demanded sacrifice. His parents gave up their eldest son as living payment for a debt they could never repay.
Isolation stripped away the boy he had been; obedience carved structure where fear used to live; purpose sharpened him into something useful, something lethal. By sixteen, he’d become a weapon shaped by discipline. He completed missions with mechanical precision, watched the higher ups constantly and trusted never. The letters he sent home arrived hollow, censored, nearly as unfamiliar as he had become.
Years passed before he was able to return home. Though the word home had lost all meaning. Where he expected to find at least a shadow of the life he’d left behind, he found only the ashes of a burnt house and an empty street. A neighbor whispered the sentence that would carve itself permanently into him: “Only the parents were found.”
Esra and Miray were gone. Lost, taken, vanished, no one knew. Aslan swallowed his grief like poison and returned to the syndicate with a fracture running through him, evidently destroying the remaining traces of the boy he once was into nothing. They had taken his life once. This time, they had taken its reason.
He spent years silently collecting leads, trading favors, enduring situations meant to break him. But he kept going. And as his loyalty led him into gaining assignments ventured into Europe, eventually, a thin thread of information did as well. To a bakery in a coastal town. Inside, he finally found Esra and Miray. The reunion was jagged and overwhelming, and though they begged him to stay, Aslan knew better. Leaving the syndicate meant death for all three.
Instead, he built them a fragile lifeline: forged documents, hidden money, escape contacts, and a coded way to reach him once a year as a means to communicate they were still alive. It wasn’t enough, but it was all he had.
Over the next decade, Aslan became one of the most efficient operatives. They mistook his silence for loyalty, climbing the ranks as the syndicate expanded into America and slotted him into the role of second in command. What they failed to realize was he stayed not out of loyalty, but because he deemed he had nothing left outside of it.
That changed the moment he crossed paths with his sisters again - one standing on the opposite side of the field, the other trapped within an organization that would only lead her to death. Extracting Miray made one truth undeniable: the only way out was to collapse the syndicate entirely from inside.
So the wheels were set in motion to annihilate an empire. He had memorized every weakness, every alliance, every flaw in the machine that tried to break him, each head who believed themselves untouchable met an irreversible destruction. From the ashes, he founded The Cavalry, a weapons syndicate built on strategy to ensure he could never be overthrown, no repeating of other leaders' mistakes.
