* ⠀ ✞ ⠀ melisa asli pamuk . cis woman . she/her . @curextra . | * cue DANCING WITH YOUR GHOST BY SASHA ALEX SLOAN * | DIDEM / DIDYME was just seen lurking around FORKS’ HOSPITAL , wonder what they’re up to ? they’re a thirty3 / 3000+ year old vampire that has been in forks for SIX MONTHS because THEY’RE CHASING RUMORS OF A CURE . their allegiance lies with NO ONE & given their + BUOYANT & - RETICENT personality , it’s no wonder they feel OPTIMISTIC towards the possibility of a cure & hopes the existence is TRUE . | * happiness induction |
* & ◞ 𝐢 . 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒 .
full name : didem / didyme. nickname(s) : dee / didi. age / bday : thirty3 / 3000+. species : vampire. gender : cis woman. pronouns : she / her. sexuality : pansexual. birthplace : greece. loyalties : no one / her children / marcus. previously the volturi. residence : port angeles , wa. occupation : nurse.
languages : turkish , greek , english , french & italian to name a few. has a good understanding of most eurasian languages. accent : no discernible accent. faceclaim : melisa asli pamuk. eye colour : most commonly a liquid topaz ; growing darker the hungrier she does. hair colour + style : a cascade of waist length ebony curls , never a strand out of place. height : 160cm / 5'2.
powers / skills : common vampire traits ( including : enhanced speed , strength , senses , durability , healing , inhuman grace , perfect recall , etc. ) , mixed martial arts + acrobatics , infiltration + disguise , situational awareness + threat assessment , happiness induction ( the ability to bring joy to oneself and everyone close to her ).
* & ◞ 𝐢𝐢 . 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 .
— you think you know a person until it's their knife in your back and you're forced to spend centuries running across a world that's just not big enough. bogged down by the memories of a life you can never return to , and the emptiness in your chest that aches and aches and aches , begging and pleading ⸻ never again to be filled. ( it's not a pain you can overcome , not really. a tattered wound that continues to bleed ; sluggish and ugly , and yet … somehow : you continue on ). — you never stay anywhere long enough to plant your roots ( it's better this way , you tell yourself. it has to be this way ). a small burst of happiness in all the lives you touch , but remaining as nothing more than a sweet - scented memory , slowly forgotten. it's better for everyone , safer , to know you cannot hurt ⸻ nor be hurt. the loss is too primal , after all , too overwhelming in its grief , and you know you cannot survive it : not again. — meeting the first of your children comes as nothing short of a miracle ; a life boat in your endless drift of an ocean - wide vastness of loss. clinging to life , just as you are , and you tell yourself you will ease for them what you cannot for yourself. but somewhere along the way , one becomes two becomes three. an exception you find yourself continually allowing until you have made for yourself a new ⸻ what ? a family ? it feels cursed to even utter it so , and yet what else could it be but that ? — you are no solitary creature , you never could be. instead , you claw together the remains of your heart , and piece back together what you can. a hurt less hollowed by the laughter of your children , the proximity of their souls. you aren't ⸻ whole , not really , and perhaps you never will be again. but this is enough , the love in your heart for them , you make it enough.
* & ◞ 𝐢𝐢𝐢 . 𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐒 .
— used to be a creature of much softer make. sister and mate and lightness and brightness. she was never the prized child , the golden goose her brother had hoped for upon turning her but she was … good. bringing smiles to faces with a supernatural ease ⸻ she was comfort , or at least she was. torn from her life and family and everything she knew for reaching above her standing. ( for wanting more , wanting too much ). her brother had to believe he'd succeeded in taking her life , that there were no loose ends to tie up , and so when she ran from the volturi , she went knowing she could never return. — the centuries she's spent as a nomad in recent years has certainly changed didyme into a more careful creature , but at the heart of her , the love remains. steadfast in her loyalties and so willing to do and be good. she switched over to the … vegetarian diet soon after fleeing from the volturi. while she neither condemns nor commands others to live in the same manner ( even her children ) , she has no qualms in making her own stance on the subject known.










