[That one dude behind me is] Templar of Sloth [Officially, I'm] Ayşe || Ulrike || Toluk
[But you can call me] Aisha, Aya-and whatever you can come up with. [As for cruel nicknames...]I couldn't care less-words don't hurt me.
[People view me as,] Athletic, outgoing, boyish and cheerful.. [but I know I'm] Nah...that just about sums it up.
[I be's a] Girl [And I like] Boys((for now...Mua-haa-ha!)).
[The talking hat-thingy put me in] There's a talking hat? Sweet!
[Mommy let me out on] 6/15 [Which makes me a] Gemini [For a good] 11 years
[I've been here for] No years-I'm psyched!
[Meet the parents.] Serdal Toluk and Sharai Araya [That makes me a] Muggle-born.
[My mega stick is] 12 inches [long, made of] Redwood [wood, with a core of] Dragon Heartstring
[To protect me from the Kiss, out comes a] Phoenix
[Ayşe's best friend] Daddy says when I turn 13...
[Quidditch?] Ooh, what's that?
[Look at me!] Ayşe is a little on the shortish side, due to the fact that she hasn't hit her growth spurt yet. She stands at about 4' tall, and weighs an easy 100 pounds. Her hair is long, because she hasn't cut it once in all her life-quite simply, she still wants to look like a girl...and her father wouldn't let her even if she wanted it cut. Her long hair is a simple brown...like, dark brown-just recently highlighted. Her overtraditional father just caved in and reluctantly let his daughter mangle her 'gorgeous brown hair.' Ayşe's cheeks are a little...fluffy-'cause she still has some baby fat. Her eyes are a dark forest green-courtesy of her Spanish mother. While she lacks curves on her upper body-however, she's getting the typical Spanish butt.As far as clothes go, Ayşe's attire usually includes shirts that are way too big for her-because shr doesn't like what they write on shirts for girls her age. Ironically enough, her favorite shirt and the one she wears most often is an Iron Maiden shirt. It was originally her brother Isa's but she managed to get it by bribing him with candy-he doesn't really like Maiden, so the trade was easy. For what she usually wears on her lower half, it's mostly black pants-or the occasional skirt if she's feeling especially girly(a.k.a. NOT OFTEN). As for...accessories, she doesn't even have her ears pierced yet-her father says when she turns thirteen-like everything else.
[The Toluk story] In the land of Turkey in August of 1935, after six hours of labor, out came the heir to the family name of Toluk. Serdal was a healthy baby, and father Toluk could not be happier. He shouted his happiness all over the village. When he barged into his closest friend's home, he was met with cheers. The entire village went to the midwife's hut to see the baby. Upon seeing how strong the baby looked, Josef Mualim, who was to be married in six years, promised his first-born daughter to Serdal-who was not even two hours old. The Toluks could not be happier, and the marriage was arranged. Six years later, while on their pilgrimage to Mecca, Josef's wife went into contractions at the ruins of Masyaf, near Jerusalem. The birth of Melek was celebrated vigorously. Melek Mualim began her education in the arts of housewifing as soon as she could walk-since she was to be a wife as soon as she came of age. The glorious day eventually came-and on Melek's 16th birthday, she and the 23 year old Serdal were married, and soon gave birth to Josef and Ulrike, fraternal twins, in 1957.
While Josef learned to run the family's souvenir shop, Ulrike basically didn't have to do anything except look pretty. Josef felt sorry for his twin sister and eventually suggested the idea of schooling to his sister on her thirteenth birthday. Little did he know, but her definition of "schooling" involved a post-War Germany. When Ulrike presented her request, the Toluk parents agreed and sent her off to Munich, Germany. While Ulrike spent her time learning in West Germany, Josef continued to man the store. Day after day, the Turkish boy missed his sister more and more. He often cried as he laid in his bed late at night, staring at the empty bed where his sister used to sleep. Every night he would worry about what his sister was doing and where she was until the night when he turned fourteen. As Josef laid in bed that night, a voice spoke. "Do not fear for your sister. She is in my care." After hearing this soothing comment, Josef slept contentedly, and never feared for his sister again-then Ulrike came home.
Four years after Ulrike's departure, Josef felt as though he had been punched in the gut. The steel chain he had been given on his and Urike's thirteenth birthday suddenly went cold on his chest as a foul air wound it's way through the town. Paranoia set into poor Josef's heart-he feared his village would be attacked by bandits. Three days later, the wayward sister returned. She was recieved with cheers and happiness from all except Josef. Something had gone horribly wrong in Munich-that was what Josef had felt before. Ulrike wore a fake smile until she walked back into her ancestral home. Once inside the small house, Ulrike broke down in tears.
Ulrike told her family of her attack and rape once her sobs stopped coming. All of the family wept, save young Josef-his tears were spent. Instead of sobs, the young man simply stated, "Perhaps some good will come of this; I see some of it already. My dear sister has returned home-after all, this is the will of Allah." Though he said the words, Josef did not believe them for a second. His beloved sister was gone-this was a completely different girl who smiled at him. Once the family was in bed, Josef walked out into the rainy night and screamed. He clutched at the necklace around his neck and fell to his knees, screaming at the lord that had taken his sister into His care. Once his fit was complete, he returned to his bed and slept fitfully.
The family continued their lives, overlooking the rape and instead focusing on the return of Ulrike-until the pregnancy began to show. The villagers feigned joy, as if it was a regular baby, concieved of pure means-although whispers were heard in the village about the b*****d child. Josef often came home bruised and bloody from fights he would get in with people who insulted his sister's offspring. Life continued like this until one day Josef awoke and Ulrike wasn't there. He raged about the city, asking everyone where his sister had gone-and no one could answer. His mother and father tried to calm him down, throwing his own pious words back at him-to which the boy laughed. One anti-religious rant later, Josef had a backpack full of clothes and began his search to find his sister. After not finding any clues, Josef's instinct told him that his sister, ever the seeker of opportunity, would have gone to America. After several months of working, he had saved up enough for a ship to America.
Once in America, Josef realized he had no home. No connections. He was truly alone. After several weeks in the homeless shelter and working a simple job at a shoe factory, Josef picked up English quite quickly-and worked his a** off, soon becoming a manager of the factory. Within two years, his accent was gone, and he could buy his own small apartment. Of course, he promised he'd come back for the spanish girl he fell in love with at the homeless shelter-Sharai Araya.
Three years later, the now 22-year old Josef made good on his promise and came to marry his one true love. While she would not learn English just to work, she worked hard to learn it so she could speak to the Turkish man who had swept her off her feet-so his glorious was met with hugs, kisses and English words of love. The two married in January of 1979, and were blessed with fraternal twins, Ayşe and Isa. On Ayşe and Isa's eleventh birthday, a stranger came to call. The strangely dressed man told the family of their daughter's magical blood, alerting them to the many schooling options. Always one for adventure, Ayşe begged to be able to go out of the country. Originally, she begged for Durmstrang, but her father wasn't about to have his precious daughter that far from him, so they compromised with Hogwarts-where she is going for her first year now.
[This is me...deal with it.] Ayşe is a total tomboy. She loves sports-back home she plays Football(AMERICAN STYLE, BABY!) Soccer(yeah, that's right. Saw-ker.), and the occasional game of baseball. She's not a big fan of the 'Great American Pastime' though. Ayşe is just a very active person, really-she can't sit down for too long without doing something to get her blood pumping.Ayşe's considered outgoing by most-but really it's just that she couldn't care less about your opinion unless you're really close to her. Do not give her your opinion on anything she does or worse yet, what she looks like-she hates labels. What matters to her is that she likes who she is and her outer appearance-so that's what matters to her. But as long as you accept her for who she is, you'll most likely get along.
[I enjoy]Sports, the Cowboys, Iron Maiden, Pearl Jam, Sabbath, The Doors, cheese, chocolate, having fun, meeting new people, grape soda and Mike and Ike's.
[Not too hot on] Sitting still, classrooms, girl stuff(i.e. Make-up, barbies), and jugemental people.
[In case i didn't 'member...] Ayşe speaks a little bit of both Turkish and Spanish.
