* 𝙉𝙊𝙒𝙃𝙀𝙍𝙀 𝙂𝙄𝙍𝙇 .

—APPLICATION.

( leyla  tanlar  .  cis woman  .  she/her)       —       blasting  no surprises  by  radiohead  down  main  street  we’ve  spotted  ASLIHAN  SORAL  sporting  their  noise cancelling headphones.  the  twenty  six  year  old  ORACLE  who’s  been  in  town  for  three  months  often  can  be  seen  avoiding the cracks on the sidewalk , researching her family lineage as if her life depended on it , asking the stars for guidance at the observatory ,  or  working  as  a  PHOTOGRAPHER  at  THE PORTUM TIMES.  people  say  they  display  resilient  and  hapless  traits,  but  we  rather  trust  their  vibes:  a dark shadow looming over a kind soul , a cracked pocket watch set five minutes ahead , television static echoing in the middle of the night.  also,  we’ve  heard  they  love  BLACK CATS !   aren’t  they  fascinating ?   

—STATISTICS.

name : aslihan bahar soral nickname(s) : responds and prefers asli age & d.o.b. : twenty - six, november 11th zodiac : scorpio gender & pronouns : cis woman, she & her orientation : bisexual marital status : single place of birth : concord, new hampshire height : 170cm build : small & thin, feminine hair : naturally blonde, dyed brown; long and kept in loose curls eyes : green, with light brown specks in the irises distinguishing features : a cracked pocket watch that used to belong to her brother, a small scar beneath her bottom lip

—BIOGRAPHY.

ON THE OUTSIDE, THERE ISN'T REALLY ANYTHING "WRONG" WITH THE SORAL FAMILY. maybe they're a little different, but who isn't? you come across all kinds of folk in small, rural towns. if anything, even with their morbid quirks, the soral’s are definitely NORMAL. they own and operate THREE SPICE, a turkish restaurant with four stars on Yelp! and one best eatery award from the early 2000's. they go camping, attend local events, and drive all-american made trucks. they live the dollhouse dream with a father, a mother, one girl, two boys, and a cat. and if you like only looking at the surface, that's all there is to know.

BUT IF YOU PEEL BACK A LAYER, YOU DISCOVER EVREN SORAL. evren was due to go to college a few years earlier than the average student on a football scholarship. he was known for winning at least three local scratch-off lotteries. he collected four-leaf clovers. he was an incredibly lucky man protected by both the spirits and the gods alike. and one day, a month before he was slated to leave for school, evren soral was found dead, hanging from a tree in the forest behind his home, with a strange symbol carved into his left palm. the sorals don't like to talk about this. for all intents and purposes, it's better to act like evren never existed at all. so that's exactly what the sorals do.

ASLIHAN IS TECHNICALLY, NOW, THE ELDEST SORAL CHILD. still, if you ask her, she's the second eldest, just a few minutes younger than her big brother. even though she takes evren’s job serving tables at three spice, even though she inherits the mustang he used to do donuts in, she'll always be the second eldest. and still, there's one thing that keeps asli distinct from her twin brother: after he dies, she becomes an extremely unlucky woman. fractured visions more frequent than in her childhood wrangle her awake. things seem to repel from her touch, breaking in an instant. and worse of all, she can't get those ghastly old voices muttering in her ears to just shut the fuck up ——— deep down, asli can't help but feel like all of these strange occurrences have something to do with evren’s death.

SO, THERE ISN'T TECHNICALLY ANYTHING "WRONG" WITH THE SORAL FAMILY. . . but there's definitely something wrong with aslihan. she begins to feel it the more she thinks about evren's death, a dark cloud looming over her body, coming closer and closer as the days pass her by. the less-than-ideal occurrences in her life go from merely hearing voices to almost getting hit by a semi crossing after something pushes her. whatever or whoever it is that killed evren... well, she becomes convinced that it's trying to kill her too, one sidewalk-crack at a time. it's stalking its way down the bloodline, coming for her next. all the town can do is shake their heads and send up a prayer for poor, bad luck aslihan. and all the sorals can do is turn their heads and will it away.

( ONE NIGHT, AS HER FAMILY SLEEPS SOUNDLY, MOTHER BAHAR SORAL VENTURES DEEP INTO THE WOODS WITH A VISION. it is a teaching from a false god. she leaves behind countless failed get-rich-quick schemes. an entire binder of losing lottery tickets. a lifetime of not good luck, not bad luck, but... regular, small-town luck. and she decides that if she ever wants to succeed, she has to kill her eldest child. then and only then will she be granted the winning streak that has evidently skipped a generation from her own father, to evren. and in sealing her son's fate, she curses her daughter's. )

one day, aslihan soral decides that if she ever wants to survive, if she wants to find answers, she has to escape to someplace else. she has to chase her luck elsewhere. SHE HAS TO OUTRUN THE CURSE HERSELF.

—OTHER.

ORACLE: how is it that at 26 years old she's barely finding out she's an oracle?? well... considering she was gaslit into believing her experience with ghosts and visions was all just a figment of her imagination, aslihan learned to just.. not ask about it. after her brother's untimely death, she's more certain than ever that her mother is hiding something, that something is unequivocally wrong with her.

SLEEPING HABITS: what can i say? they're fucking awful! aslihan gets 3-4 hours of sleep if she's lucky. this is due to the wailing of the undead keeping her up at night. this causes her to be extremely fatigued throughout the day— which, coincidentally, happens to be the state when she's most susceptible to having visions. to say aslihan is fed up with the nosebleeds and the headaches is a complete understatement <3

JIJI: aslihan's most beloved pet. he's a short haired black cat that has been around the soral family for ages. even though jiji's supposed to be this massive symbol of back luck, he is ironically the complete opposite for aslihan and brings a semblance of peace to her life. if you ever stumble across her instagram, you'll quickly notice he's the star of her page.

PHOTOGRAPHY: is the one thing she's extremely good at and the one thing that has validated the idea that she is, in fact, seeing things that aren't tangible in this world. she went to community college in concord and managed to get herself an associates degree in photography. six months before moving to portum, she applied and landed a job at the portum times, officiating her move there.