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evermorehqs · 1 year

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CATCHING MY BREATH, STARING OUT AN OPEN WINDOW

Eugene Fitzherbert is based on Flynn Rider from Tangled. He is a 35 year old human, pawn shop owner, and uses he/him pronouns. He has no powers. Eugene is portrayed by Berk Cankat and he is taken.

CATCHING MY DEATH, AND I COULDN’T BE SURE

Life on the run wasn’t what Eugene had pictured for himself as a little boy reading adventure books, waiting for the day his parents would return from all of their world traveling and take him home from the orphanage. Not knowing who his mother and father were, this was something he had convinced himself to be true. Unfortunately they never came for him, and no one else did, either. It was easy to fall in with the wrong crowd when there wasn’t another option. It was thrilling, but lonely, making an enemy of himself everywhere that he went. Taking on the name Flynn Rider, ready to kiss his past goodbye, he was good at what he did. He was cunning and charming and when he lost one partner in crime, he never had issues finding the next. It was quite the life, stealing and tearing his own wanted posters down every chance he’d get. It was all that he thought he’d ever have... until he stumbled upon Rapunzel. It was complete accident, a heist gone wrong, but he should’ve known she’d have him wrapped around her finger when the sweet innocent blonde knocked him out with a frying pan and tied him up. They struck a deal, he would take her to see the floating lanterns if she would release him. Nothing was holding him to his side of the bargain, except the fact that he grew to care about her. For the first time, he felt guilty doing the wrong thing. He was in too deep before he really knew it. Flynn never expected to be involved with a girl who had glowing, magical hair and an evil, immortal lady that wanted to harness that power for herself, but once he was able to accept what was going on, he couldn’t let Rapunzel suffer. Even if it almost cost him his head. Literally. It was a miracle he didn’t die after he chopped her hair off, the only thing they believed could heal him after Maude stabbed him, but from that moment on he was certain he’d found his new dream. Rapunzel had made him a better person, the one he’d always wanted to be, and even after their short time together he knew that he wouldn’t be able to let her go. Neither of them expected to get stuck in Evermore shortly after finding Rapunzel’s parents, but she was more torn up over it than he was. Wherever he went he would be turning over a fresh leaf. So he bought a building, opened a pawn store, and swore he’d be there for her throughout it all. In a way he was excited, and felt like his life had truly just began.

I HAD A FEELING SO PECULIAR

❀ Mary Gibbs: The honorary little sister he never had, Flynn would do anything for Boo. She’s such a sweet girl, he found himself feeling protective over her after their first meeting, and he is more than willing to beat up anyone who tries to break her heart. ❀ Jack Skellington: He found out he was a novelist by complete accident, but after reading a little of his writing and hearing all of his plot ideas, Flynn felt like a kid again. He can’t wait until the story is published, or at the very least finished, so he can read it... whatever it turns into. ❀ Zarina Zarate: A regular seller at the shop, he has a feeling she doesn’t just happen to have all of these goods lying around, but he knows better than to ask questions. As long as he isn’t told, he can’t be held accountable.

THAT THIS PAIN WOULD BE FOR EVERMORE

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mobscene-london · 2 years

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BASIC INFORMATION:

NAME: Hasan Demir. AGE: 38. PLACE OF BIRTH: London, United Kingdom. AFFILIATION: The Haringey Resistance. OCCUPATION: Gang Leader. FACE CLAIM: Berk Cankat. AVAILABILITY: TAKEN.

BIOGRAPHY:

Having a father like his always meant carrying the heavy burden of expectation.

Funnily enough, though, it never came from him.

Mehmet Demir: the best friend and most trusted confidant of their gang’s once beloved leader, Mustafa Doğulu. Naturally, the borough of Haringey had its fair share of rival gangs fighting for dominance over the years, but there was always one which managed to remain on top. That was as much his family’s achievement as it was Doğulu’s—no matter how quick his humble father was to shrug the credit off—and Hasan had always been so proud of him for it.

Still was.

There had never been a single doubt or hesitation in Hasan’s mind that he would follow in his footsteps. Unlike some of his friends who didn’t learn until much later what their families were caught up in, Mehmet never hid his work from his children. The reality was filtered, of course, and he protected them—Ayda, in particular— from the harsher side until they were old enough to fully understand. But he never lied. Never pretended to live a normal life. Mehmet was the kind of man that Haringey needed more of, and had he been at the helm instead of propping up the man who was, Hasan wonders how differently things might’ve looked for them today. Whether they would’ve caved to the Rutherford family so readily.

The man had picked up on his son’s eagerness to become involved quickly because Hasan had never made a secret of it. It probably seemed dysfunctional to those on the outside; that any father would embrace their child’s interest instead of discouraging it. That was where his and Kerem’s father differed most, he supposed. Whilst Kerem was always pushed to be better—as if the way they led their lives was something to be ashamed of—Hasan had been encouraged to excel in whatever he chose. And he chose Haringey.

Looking back on his childhood now, he realises it was a privilege. The young boy was invited into places that others worked their whole lives to be accepted into; sat on the knees of men he saw as uncles, instead of some of the most dangerous men to roam the city.

They all saw his potential, and Hasan would not disappoint them.

Until the Rutherford family, the wars they fought had mostly been petty territorial disputes with the Indian gangs who rivalled their presence in the drug market. Things had changed in his mid-teenage years, though, and as the British swept in and violently demanded the compliance of both sides, tensions between the Turkish and Indian gangs reached breaking point. The Rutherfords were playing them; supporting the uprising of one over the other so that they could regulate product income. If only one gang ruled, they’d stop undercutting each other’s prices to try and keep the bigger share of the market, and that ultimately meant that the profits they were forced to pay up to their overlords would be higher.

Pretty smart, he'd admit, but a devastating outlook for an already struggling borough.

Eventually, it was the Turks who proved victorious, and Hasan had much to do with that in his early twenties, where he cultivated an ultra-violent reputation that sent ripples through Haringey and beyond. Though some remnants of the dysfunctional South Asian gangs remained, the majority of them instead chose to pledge their services to the Rutherford family directly now that no scraps remained to be fought over. Not that it helped tensions much. They were all still wary of bumping into any of their Indian rivals on the streets. Just because they served the same masters these days, didn’t mean that the confrontation was any less bloody. And as long as they were still making the British money, the Rutherford family didn’t care to intervene in their petty disagreements.

Hasan begrudged every fucking penny they passed up to the scum, though, and whilst he wasn’t the only one, he was absolutely the most outspoken about it.

Like the rest, for a while, he complied because he saw no choice in the matter.

But as the years passed, he, and many others, began to notice that the Rutherfords were not as infallible as they would have the city believe. Their then fresh conflict with the French was growing more turbulent as each day passed, and whilst many in the borough saw it as a concern for the future, Hasan looked at it as an opportunity. If they were distracted by such a formidable enemy, it seemed unlikely that the happenings in a part of London they looked at with so much disdain would be at the forefront of their mind. Yes, the money they raked in from the Turkish-dominated heroin trade was huge, but they were losing people—the important kind—left, right, and fucking centre.

If there was ever going to be a time to stand up to them, this their best shot.

Back then, his fellow Turks hadn’t felt the same. Fear, probably.

It was fucking pathetic to see what they’d been reduced to.

Despite mild protest from his father—more out of concern for his son’s welfare than believing it was a bad idea—Hasan decided that enough was enough. Hiding behind the chaos of the French war, he would bring together all those who did agree with him, and set aside a new power in Haringey that would refuse to bow down to the Rutherfords. Or any other family who might’ve wanted a slice of their action, for that matter. This was their home. Their history. Their legacy that’d been stripped from them. Doubters said it was wasted effort—that attempting to go against London’s ruling family was akin to suicide—but Hasan didn’t think so, and refused to be discouraged by people so consumed by their own fear. Confident that he could unify a borough which unequivocally resented British occupation, he used his father’s connections to secure his own product.

Higher risk meant the suppliers demanded more from him, but it was a price he was willing to pay when his gang was going to point-blank refuse to pass any of the profits up to the Rutherfords.

Kerem didn’t deserve, and never would, the title that his father had pledged would be his someday. Azra was an embarrassing fucking sell-out; using what little talent she had to act as a mediator between the pathetic remnants of a gang and their rulers. Berat would’ve been a useful addition to his growing resistance, but even if he’d asked, Hasan knew he was too loyal to his best friend to agree. But he soon realised familial connections no longer mattered. What was happening transcended it all. They weren’t loyal to what the Turks once were, so why the fuck should he be loyal to them? The numbers he’d managed to secure for his gang were significant enough to inspire new confidence—whispers amongst even those who avoided gang life that things might be changing in Haringey—and Hasan was more than ready to be at the forefront of it all.

For almost two and a half decades, he had worked for this.

Learnt from the best. Did what needed to be done to secure their future without question. Bloodied his hands in ways he couldn’t even tell his own father.

Many in Haringey were ruthless—past and present conflict meant you had to be to survive—but few had ever been as brutal as Hasan; hell-bent on taking his home back, no matter the cost.

He knew he was to be feared, and soon, so would his enemies.

Not even God would be able to help those who stood between Haringey and its rightful rulers. And Hasan Demir would be the one to make sure of that.

SOCIAL CONNECTIONS:

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single. FAMILY: Mehmet Demir (father, unplayable), Unnamed mother (unplayable), Ayda Demir (sister), three, as yet unnamed younger brothers. CONNECTIONS:

Ayda Demir: Little sister. Older brothers usually have a protective streak, particularly when their sister is as kind a soul as Ayda, but Haringey made his a mile fucking long. They are incredibly close, and there is nothing he wouldn’t do to keep her, or his other siblings, safe. Whilst he hasn’t been honest about his plans for the gang (partly because he doesn’t want to worry her, partly because he doesn’t want to put her in an uncomfortable situation with her friends) Hasan refuses to let her be caught up in any of the fallout. That is a priority.

Emre Avşar: Best friend. Hasan’s best friend. Closest confidant. Brother. There is nobody else he would trust to be his right-hand-man going forward, and he knows that he’s lucky to have him on board. And, unlike the way his father was treated by Mustafa, Hasan refuses to allow him to feel side-lined. They’re in this together, and their leadership is shared. Just as it will always be.

Elif Ateş: Friend. There is little he values as much as loyalty, and to see that she gave up everything to return home to Haringey proved she had plenty of it. When Elif severed all connections to the Rutherfords, turning her back on her traitor father and brother in the process, Hasan had welcomed her back to the borough with open arms; the sin rested squarely on her father’s shoulders, and he refused to punish her for them. Since then, her opposition to the British has only grown, and he greatly admires her dedication to their gang.

Kerem Doğulu: Dislikes. To see him handed respect on the basis of his father’s achievements instead of what he’s earned through his own work, frustrates Hasan immensely. They can fumble around like idiots, serving their British fucking masters, but when Haringey is returned to the Turks, Kerem will find his place as a subordinate, or not have a place in their borough at all.

Ayaz Ateş: Enemy. Former friend. Fuck the traitor. Anybody who associates with the Rutherfords is a piece of shit in his mind, but a fellow Turk who chose them over his own home? That’s the lowest of the low. Once friend or not, Hasan hopes he gets to be the one to put the bullet between his fucking eyes.

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