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BASIC INFORMATION

NAME: Elçin Sayar-Judine AGE: 33 BIRTH DATE: May 27, 1964 ZODIAC SIGN: Gemini  ETHNICITY: Turkish GENDER: Genderfluid (she/they) ORIENTATION: Bisexual BIRTHPLACE: New York City, New York OCCUPATION: Figure Skating Coach at Golden Skates

RELATIONSHIPS

SIBLINGS: Salem Judine (adoptive sister) PARENTS: RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single CHILDREN: None

PHYSICAL TRAITS

FACE CLAIM: Cemre Baysel EYE COLOUR: Green HAIR COLOUR: Brown HEIGHT: 5′7" WEIGHT: 110 lbs. BODY BUILD: Athletic 

HEALTH

ALLERGIES: N/A SMOKES?: No DRINKS?: Yes DRUGS?: No CHRONIC ILLNESS: N/A

DISORDERS

ADDICTIONS: N/A MENTAL DISORDERS: Anti-Social Personality Disorder, Narcissistic Personality Disorder, PTSD, Anorexia Nervosa (in recovery) WHEN WAS THIS DIAGNOSED?: Elçin was diagnosed with ASPD, NPD, PTSD, and Anorexia when she was 24. She has been in therapy ever since

BIOGRAPHY

EARLY BEGINNINGS

Elçin Sayar was born on May 27, 1964 in Istanbul, Turkey. From the very beginning, it was clear that life wasn't going to make things easy for her. Her parents had been hoping for a strong boy to continue the Sayar family name--so when Elçin's first cries rang out, their disappointment was quite evident. She was suddenly no longer a bundle of joy but instead, a problem that had to be taken care of. So her parents sought out to get rid of her. However, her father didn't have the heart to murder his first born so, going behind his wife's back, he secretly took the baby girl to an orphanage. He abandoned his daughter there and never looked back

It didn't take too long before Elçin was adopted and scooped up by two Americans, James and Judith Judine, two white do-gooders who were intent on proving that they were Good, Generous People. As soon as the adoption papers were signed, they named their new daughter Elçin, got on a plane, and left her Turkish heritage behind. They brought her back to their home, right outside of Las Vegas, Nevada. And at the beginning, things were good. Until they weren't

As soon as she could walk, her parents tied skates onto her feet and took her out on the ice. See, they'd already planned out what Elçin's life was going to be like and when she took to the ice like a natural, it was settled. She was going to be a figure skater or bust. She was officially enrolled in lessons when she was 3 and after that, her world revolved around skating. Sure, she had school but she was a decent student and she picked things up fast so her parents saw no reason to let something as trivial get school in the way of their her dreams

By the time she was 8, her life moved at a neck-breaking pace. She'd wake up at 6, go to school, and then be at skating practice from 4-9 every day. On the weekends, she'd go to competitions and her parents and coaches would cheer for her from the sidelines. She was talented--everybody told her so, after all. Skating had been all she'd known almost her entire life so she'd never stopped to even ask herself if she enjoyed the sport or not--and neither did her parents. It was just something she did, sort of like her job. Her parents went to work and she went to practice. And besides, she loved the praise that would shower down upon her whenever she landed a jump or scored the highest. As the medals piled up, it felt good, as if her accomplishments could literally be measured in ribbons and trophies. Things were good. Except when she'd mess up

From a young age, she knew what was expected of her: success. Anything less than that was a failure and shameful. Anytime she'd fall or miss a turn, her coaches let her know about it. Her primary coach was especially tough on her but they were tough because they wanted her to succeed. That's what they said and that's what she believed. That's why her parents were hard on her, too. After all, they paid a lot of money for skating lessons and costumes for competitions. They had a lot riding on her--she knew she couldn't let them down. Once she was twelve, she knew that this is what she wanted to do. Elçin remembered watching Dorothy Hamill win gold for America at the Olympics in 1976 and she just knew that one day, she'd be doing that, too. That was the American dream after all, right?

Every once in a while, she'd think about how she was American but she was also Chinese. It wasn't a secret--especially given the fact that her parents were both blonde and blue-eyed. It was kind of obvious. But they always called her their miracle baby. They frequently reminded her about how they'd picked her out especially. She was special, one-of-a-kind. Sometimes, when she was in bed late at night, she'd wonder about her parents. Who were they? What were they like? Did they miss her? She liked her adoptive parents pretty well--and loved them, too. But sometimes, she felt as if her parents didn't like her. Sure, they loved her, but...whenever she'd make a mistake at practice, or god forbid a competition, they'd get all frowny and quiet and act like they were mad at her--like they were disappointed in her. Were her birth parents disappointed in her, too?...

Everything was going according to plan--at least, until puberty hit. All of a sudden, Elçin noticed that her body was growing and not in a good way. She felt out of place and awkward, as if her body didn't fit her bones right. Her coaches noticed, too. Suddenly, she wasn't landing jumps as well as she used to and everything just felt...off. One day after practice, she overheard her coach telling her mother that she should really lay off the junk food. She'd never forget those words: "No one wants to watch a fat figure skater." So it was decided--she was going to be healthy now, super healthy! She could do this. She didn't really have any other choice, it seemed

What started off as a 'healthy diet' quickly spiraled into a full-blown eating disorder, not that the adults around her noticed--or maybe they just didn't care. Or maybe that's what they'd wanted her to do all along. Aside from skating, her brain was constantly filled with thoughts about food and calories and measurements and weigh-ins. If she wanted to be a skater--if she really wanted it--she'd have to prove it and having the right body was just one part of that goal

Finally, after 15 long years, her dream seemed as if it was within her reach. At 19, she was already skating in the senior program and she was by far the best at her rink, if not in the state of Nevada. She was winning and winning big--and it felt good. Sure, she was fucking exhausted and sure, maybe she felt like she was about to pass out right after she got off the rink. She actually had fainted a few times but it wasn't a big deal. Besides, every little bit counted--everything she did was geared towards her goal. And she almost made it, too. She'd been gunning to qualify for the Olympics in 1984 and she'd been so close. But a girl her age from California, Rosalynn Sumners, had beaten her out for a spot on the American Olympic team and she'd gotten to go to Sarajevo instead of Elçin. It was difficult to watch. And her coaches were disappointed, as well. They'd told her that she wasn't working hard enough and they were worried that she may not get another chance. But she knew she could still get herself to the Olympics if she just kept working. And that's what she did

THE BREAKING POINT

In the four years leading up to the 1988 Olympic Games, Elçin had done nothing but train. She didn't have a job--her only job was skating. Her parents paid for everything, which they never let her forget, by the way. But it was all to help Elçin accomplish her goal. Her parents figured that pouring all of that money into such an expensive sport would pay off when their daughter was an Olympic champion--an opportunity that she probably would've never had if they hadn't so kindly adopted her all those years ago. If she were honest, she was starting to question their motives for parenthood altogether. But her parents didn't really like it when she was honest. So she kept her mouth shut and she smiled, just like she was expected to

Everything wasn't always perfect, though. Far from it. After one particularly grueling practice where her coach had done nothing but scream at her and accuse her of not trying, she walked out and quit--not quit the sport, but quit her coach. She was tired of being told what to do and how to do it, as if she couldn't decide that for herself. That was the first time she'd ever really stood up herself to her coach--though, it certainly wouldn't be the last. And so, for a brief moment, she explored dancing in pairs, which is when she met a young Cyrek Fawn. The two were an...interesting match. While they looked great skating together, they were never able to establish the level of trust that was needed to truly be a successful partnership. When skating in pairs, trust was key--especially as the girl, she had to be able to trust that her partner wouldn't drop her on the ice. But Elçin had a very difficult time trusting anyone, let alone someone who had such a strong personality, just like she did. The two butt heads constantly until finally, they decided that perhaps it'd be better if they just went their separate ways. Besides, it was pretty clear that together, they wouldn't get the gold. So begrudgingly, she'd come crawling back to her old coach--and the humility had almost fucking killed her. But it turned out, crawling back would be worth it. At least, at first

In 1987, the year before the Calgary Olympics, she knew she couldn't let this chance slip away from her. She was going to go to the fucking Olympics, god dammit. After all, she was 23. This was her last chance. So once the season started, she was all in. She practiced for hours a day, as often as she possibly could. She watched her weight, ensured that she wasn't eating too much, and stayed the course. At this point, she could feel that something was...off. Though to be honest, she blamed her disdain for social interactions on the fact that growing up in a sport like this made you socially awkward. When she walked into any room, she acted as if she was the one to beat--and to be fair, she really was. Nevermind the fact that deep down, she couldn't help but wonder if she was as see-through as she felt

One night after a late practice, in the middle of the season, she was walking to her car when suddenly, she was attacked by...someone. Or...something. It all happened so fast but before she knew it, she'd felt a sharp pain in her abdomen and then hot, sticky blood was pouring out from body. She must've screamed, she was sure she did--but it all happened so fast, it was difficult to recall. The attack was vicious and she was certain that was done-for--that was until something or someone scared off the attacker. They'd left in a hurry, leaving Elçin bleeding out in the ice rink's parking lot. The next thing she knew, she was in a hospital bed, her parents and her coaches all surrounding her

When she'd learned what happened--or at least, what the hospital could piece together--she'd been brutally attacked. And though she didn't know who had come after her, initially, she wondered if it was due to the fact that someone was jealous of her. It'd make sense, she thought to herself--she was such an incredibly talented skater. She had the awards to prove it. But after she'd talked to the police, they'd informed her that they believed she'd been attacked by the Night Stalker. Maybe she was alive because the Night Stalker realized she was too special to kill. Maybe it was just luck. She was laid up in the hospital for a week and she'd later learned that she'd received a blood transfusion due to the massive amount of blood loss after the attack. Everyone kept telling her she was lucky to be alive

A nurse had actually been the one to find her. She was alive because of them, really--any old regular person without medical knowledge might not have been nearly as helpful. She didn't remember them saving her, of course, but she appreciated it, even if she didn't really understand why they'd saved her. Was it really just because they liked helping people?... She just assumed everyone was always out for themselves. After all, she was out for herself. That's all she'd known, her entire life. Sure, she did things to make others happy but it's not like there wasn't anything in it for her--she was set on getting that gold. But now, with this attack, her future was in jeopardy

It would seem that she and her parents were on the same page because it was her mother that asked the doctor almost immediately when she'd be able to skate again. While the question hurt her feelings, her mother had a point. She'd worked so hard for so long to get here--she couldn't throw it away now, not even with an injury like this

While in the hospital, she became close with the nurse that had saved her life--Blair. Blair was unlike most people she'd met. They were calm and nice and seemingly did really want to help people. Of course, she didn't really trust that. There truly couldn't be people who were just...kind to be kind, right? Still, they visited her the whole time she was in the hospital and over time, she began to wonder if their compassion actually was real after all. Near the end of her stay, she was feeling sort of strange--she was feeling something she never really had before. There was something in her that actually wanted to spend time with Blair and get to know them. And that scared her

Besides, her main focus wasn't on catching whoever committed this crime against her--it was getting to the god damn Olympics. The doctor had told her that she needed to wait, at the bare minimum, two weeks before she got back out on the ice but after a week, she was losing her mind and getting antsy. She had to get out there and practice. And despite the stitches in her abdomen pulling on her skin, threatening to break apart, she did it. She got back into training and by December, she was once again winning the gold at competitions. However, while her body was now almost fully healed, her mind wasn't--though she hadn't told anyone, she'd started having night terrors of her attack and there was always a black hole where the killer's face would be--after all, she'd never actually seen them. It'd been so dark and it'd happened so fast--in less than five minutes, it was over and she was left in the parking lot, bleeding. However, she tried her best not to think about it and focus on the goal. But it was as if every time she closed her eyes, she felt that knife (it had to have been a knife, right?...) ripping into her sides and tearing her open all over again

In January of 1988, the final Olympics qualifier competition finally came: the U.S. Figure Skating Championships held in Denver, Colorado. When she stepped out onto the ice, she heard the crowd cheer for her and it filled her with so much confidence--she was going to wipe the floor with her competition. And she did. Looking back, this moment, at the Championships, was the height of her career. She'd never skated better--and she never would skate that well again, not when it actually mattered

THE GAMES

Leading up to the games, her training became even more intense--and so did her night terrors. Now that the whole world was looking to her to bring back a medal for the U.S., she felt the pressure mounting. It wasn't just her parents and her coaches that had expectations of her now, but everyone. And sure, the figure skating world had known her name for quite some time--but now it was official. She was an Olympian. And she couldn't fuck this up

What felt like a tragedy struck a week before she was to leave games. She'd pulled a triple Lutz during practice, just like she had a million times before, but for some reason, she'd landed it wrong. Immediately, she knew something was wrong. Still, her coaches kept her to keep going, to try it again. After practice, she went to see her doctor, who confirmed that she had s tress fracture in her left foot. Still, her coaches ensured her that she could still make it to the games and win. And she was sure she could, too. She had to

Once she was in Calgary, her life felt like a dream. Being in the Olympic Village, giving interviews, waving to adoring fans. It was her dream come true. But in the back of her mind, she was growing more and more nervous. The nightmares hadn't stopped. Her foot was aching. She was shaky. She was hungry. But she was certain she could do this

So when she came out onto the ice for her short program, she tried to push away all of her doubts. Besides, she was a star--why else would she be at the fucking Olympics? She knew she could outskate any one of her competition, even Katarina Witt. She was sure of it. Yet, when she went out onto the ice and she heard Stravinsky's "Firebird Suite" play over the speakers, she could feel her nervous becoming all jangled. Still, she went into muscle memory, skating her program like she had a thousand times before. Yet when it came time for that god damn triple Lutz, she psyched herself out and popped it, which caused her to fall. She could hear the audible gasp from the crowd. It was fucking mortifying. The second she'd hit the ice, her foot ached and her tailbone was sore from the fall. Still, she got back up, put on her fakest of smiles, and kept going. But it wasn't enough

And when she got off the ice, her coaches let her know that it wasn't enough. They demanded to know what had happened, they wanted to know why she'd chickened out on the Lutz. Her coach's voice was sharp when they'd asked "Why did you do that? If you hadn't given up, you would've made the Lutz. You sabotaged yourself. Maybe you don't actually want this." The words infuriated her but what could she do? She was in Calgary now, she couldn't just mouth off to her coaches. She needed them

So two days after that, when she stepped out onto the ice, she was feeling shaky and more nervous than ever, which she hated, because she never fucking got nervous. It's like she didn't even recognize herself. She'd picked the ending of Swan Lake as the music for her free skate--and perhaps that was her first mistake. Because as the classic song rang out and she started, she had a feeling in the pit of her stomach. Still, she told herself to focus. She wouldn't pop her Lutz again. This time, she'd follow through. However, in anticipation, she went to start her Lutz too early and when she landed on the ice, the blade beneath her lost grip, her ankle twisted, and she could hear a sickening crunch. Searing pain followed as she fell to the ground, her cries ringing out. This time, she wouldn't be able to just smile and skate off the ice. The paramedics on standby skated out to help, along with her coaches. She was carried off the ice, the crowd shocked at what they'd just witnessed. And just like that, the dream was over. She'd come in 24th place. Sitting in a hospital bed as she watched Katarina Witt be crowned the winner once again, she felt as if her world was falling apart. It wasn't supposed to happen this way, it wasn't supposed to be like this

So when her coach began to chastise her, she'd had enough. She was done. Her coach began to criticize her about how she'd gone for the jump early but she cut them off. She was fucking furious and all she could see was red. "Fuck you!" she'd screamed. "Who the fuck do you think you're talking to? Who are you to criticize me? You never even made it to the fucking Olympics, what the fuck would you know about it? You sit there and you pick me apart and you tell me to work harder, to eat less, to stop being fucking lazy! But where do you get off? We're on different fucking levels, you and I. I may have lost but at least I made it to the games. You're a fucking failure. And you're fired! Get the hell out." How could her coach possibly think they were better than her? They were fucking nothing. Suddenly, she was no longer running from the nightmares in her head but instead, her own life was a nightmare

THE AFTERMATH

When she got back from Calgary, she lost herself for a bit. Besides, everyone knew who she was--the entire world had quite literally witnessed her downfall, every fucking detail of it. So she was done. How could she possibly go back to the drawing board? Besides, she'd be 24 soon and her expiration date was quickly approaching. So she quit. Besides, she'd never liked the sport much, anyways--not that anyone had ever asked her opinion before

Her parents were equally disappointed in her. After all, they'd sunk all of their life savings into adopting this bore little baby girl from China. They'd raised her up to be a star, they'd given her everything she'd ever needed to be a champion. And she'd fucking blown it. It was over. And after a few months of being home, she couldn't take their criticisms anymore. So she'd packed a bag and left, leaving all of her trophies and medals in her childhood bedroom. She wouldn't need those anymore

For a while, she'd worked as a waitress and was renting a shitty little apartment in Henderson. It was far from the luxurious life she'd grown up in but at least it was hers. However, now that she was in the 'real world,' she was realizing how much she disliked almost everyone she came across. They were all so...happy and bubbly and nice. It had to all just be an act, right? No one was actually that happy. What reason did they have to be? This life just chewed you up and spit you out--Elçin had learned that the hard way. And if it hadn't happened to someone yet, it was simply just a matter of time

After being on her own for a little while, she ran into Blair, the sweet nurse that had save her life all those months ago. She was certain when they saw one another that they'd make some sort of comment about the games. Plenty of other people did. After all, there was no way they hadn't see what had happened. But instead, they were actually kind. They didn't seem really interested in her career but rather, they seemed interested in her. And she'd never really experienced that before. People had always wanted something from her, they'd put their expectations on her shoulders time and time again. But not Blair. Apparently, Blair just...wanted to spend time with them

At first, she pulled away. It had to be a ruse, right? Eventually, sooner or later, Blair would reveal that they just wanted a front-row seat to the freakshow. Or maybe they were some sort of freelance journalist on the side, trying to get the inside scoop on the disgraced figure skater. Stranger things had happened. Besides, why wouldn't people want to know about her business? She was a famous Olympian, after all. But as time went on, the two began to see each other romantically and slowly but surely, she started to open up to them. And once she realized that they truly were interested in her, what had once been distance as a safety precaution suddenly turned into infatuation. She couldn't get enough of them. She loved the adoration and attention that they gave her and she loved that they didn't seem to want to change her. They accepted her for who she was. But as time passed, that feeling that something was...off, that something was wrong, came back. And her partner seemed to notice it, too

At the end of one of their dates, Blair had kindly and calmly told her that they really liked her but that they were worried perhaps she didn't like them for the right reasons. They expressed their worry that perhaps, she was just looking for stability after giving up a sport that had taken up the majority of her life. It was clear that Blair was worried about being a distraction, rather than an actual partner to her. And at first, she wasn't happy with what she saw as an accusation. She'd gotten defensive and had said "Well, if you don't think I care about you, maybe you should just leave." After all, how could they accuse her of something like that? She'd opened up to them, she'd told more to them than she had to anyone else. Did they really think she didn't actually care about them?

After that, she avoided them for a bit--but try as she may, she couldn't get their words out of her head. Maybe they actually had a point... Maybe she was in it for the wrong reasons, maybe she was treating them as a distraction. But even though that might be true, she also missed them. And she'd never missed anyone before. She missed their conversations, she missed how it felt to be held in their arms, she missed the calmness they brought to her life

So after about a week, she'd showed up to their house and tried to explain herself. "I... I think that..." Fuck, she hated admitting when others were right. "I've been thinking about what you said. And I..." I'm sorry. "I've been avoiding you because...I was angry. And I still kind of am. But... I think you might have a point. And... I miss you. I've got...a lot of shit going on." That was the fucking understatement of the century. She had PTSD from her attack, she still had a full-blown eating disorder from habits that she'd been unable to unlearn, and there was something going on in her brain that she couldn't quite place. "I think... I think I need to get help. And I think..." Fuck. "I really care about you. And I want to keep seeing you. But you deserve someone who...isn't all fucked up. So... I guess I'm going to try to go un-fuck up my head. And I... I'd like you to stick around. If that's something you want..." A short, awkward silence passed before she followed it up with "And I think I need to go now because this is fucking humiliating. But... I don't want to lose you. And I just...wanted to tell you that"

So she sought out therapy, something that she pretty much hated from the start. It took months for her to actually open up to her therapist and actually let them in and start proverbially poking around her in brain. But her therapist was onto her and once they saw an inch, they took a mile--she supposed she could respect that. After rounds and rounds of tests and fucking eons of talk therapy, Elçin, who had never had any sort of diagnoses in her life, was suddenly slapped with what felt like a million fucking labels. She was diagnosed with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder from her attack and Anorexia Nervosa, which of course had started years ago when she'd still been a young girl. Those two were quite obvious and she saw that coming. What she didn't see coming, however, were the personality disorders. In fact, she had not one, but two: Anti-Social Personality Disorder and Narcissistic Personality Disorder. In fact, when she'd heard the news, she thought her therapist was fucking with her. There was no way

However, as time passed and she learned more about what those diagnoses meant, plus the events in her life that had lead her to these diagnoses, it slowly started to paint a clear picture. And the bills started to pile up. She'd thought about going to her parents and asking them to pay--after all, wasn't all of this their fucking fault? Was it possible that if they'd never forced her into skating, she might've ended up...not like this? But in the end, she had far too much fucking pride. So instead, she pulled doubles at her waitressing job and became a barista as well. It was fucking exhausting. She didn't have the money to go to a nice, fancy eating disorder retreat so she'd had to do it outpatient, like so many others. That was humiliating, too. She was resistant for at least a good year-and-a-half. But the one person that was always at her side, who always kept encouraging her, was Blair

There were times in the beginning where she'd get angry and have to walk away, saying something along the lines of "I'm gonna' go for a drive because if I stay here, I'm gonna' say some nasty shit to you." It wasn't very sweet but it was her own way of trying to protect them. They didn't deserve to be yelled or cursed at. So instead, she'd go for a drive, scream, sing poorly to the songs on the radio, and then come back. As time went on, she got better at expressing how she was feeling. Having to go for a drive turned into trying to put how she felt into Layman's terms: "I am feeling angry because I feel like you're suggesting that I'm being selfish." It took time but Blair was so fucking patient. She wasn't used to being met with such patience. It was odd and unfamiliar and at times, felt almost unsafe, as if someone was trying to trick her. But if she'd learned anything in her life, practice makes perfect. So they kept at it

By 1990, Elçin had spent a lot of time working on herself--and she knew now that that was never really going to end. She'd have to keep working, treating her coping skills like a muscle that had to be used, or else, it would tighten up. But by then, she and Blair had officially started dating and moved in together soon after. While Elçin didn't really care for most people, her partner was the most important person to her in the world. And it was no longer as obsessive or an infatuation anymore. They'd found a soft comfortability with one another and at this point, she could trust Blair to call her out on her shit and even when it upset her, she knew that they were just trying to help because they loved her. And she loved them

After a while, though, she had had it with waitressing and being a barista. Working with the public like that was fucking demeaning and quite frankly, she felt she was better than that. But she didn't really have any other tangible skills. She'd gotten her GED and that was it--once she'd joined the senior program in skating, her parents had taken her out of school altogether and 'homeschooled' her so she could focus more on skating. Even though it was difficult to admit, she didn't really have many valuable assets. So, after discussing it with Blair, she decided to start coaching figure skating

At this point, the figure skating world still remembered her but most people on the street didn't and she was grateful for that in a way. Sure, she wanted to be remembered--she felt like she deserved to be. But it became a whole lot more embarrassing when she realized that what she'd most likely be remembered for was her worst moment on the ice. And if that were the case, she'd rather be a nobody

When she began to coach, she had one goal in mind: to break the cycle. Was it a selfish motive? Sure, maybe a little bit. But she couldn't help but think that if her life had gone differently--even if she'd just had different parents or different coaches--maybe things would've ended up going a bit smoother. Besides, even though taking responsibility was difficult for her in general, who else was there to fucking blame for that? She'd been a child. Skating was all she knew, it had become her destiny strictly because of her parents' actions. She had no control over that. But maybe, just maybe, she could help other young skaters avoid the same fate

Don't get it twisted--she has very high expectations for her students. They need to be focused and dedicated and want it more than anything. But they also need to be healthy. She encouraged a healthy diet and exercise, on and off the rink, but she did not encourage her students to starve. She also took injuries incredibly seriously and only trusted certain doctors. Vegas was privy to corruption and that even applied to certain sports doctors, as fucked up as it may be. Sure, people may call her a fucking has-been--and she hated it. But now, instead of going off the handle, she'd just give those people an icy stare and talk about it with her therapist. After all, who gave a fuck about what regular people thought? Even though it'd been a fucking disaster, she was an Olympian. Maybe not an Olympic champion but an Olympian nonetheless. No one could take that away from her

These days, she's found a new love for skating but this time, it's strictly for herself and not for anyone else

For the time being, she and Blair have decided to take some time apart and though she's not too happy it, she genuinely wants nothing but the best for her partner. She hopes that they can reconnect someday soon when the time is right

Generally, Elçin keeps to herself, though she does know how to mask and play nice with others when she needs to, she just prefers not to