#tb.intro.

𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬.

faceclaim. sophia ali. height. five foot two. build. small and scraggly. hair. brunette, sometimes with golden highlights if she remembers to make a hair appointment. eyes. dark brown. distinguishing features. various small scars from nicks and cuts over the years, chaotic energy. signature scent. dove soap, stale coffee, sometimes a cigarette but she tries her best to hide that one.

𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞.

temperament. sanguine. positive traits. tenacious, sharp, fearless, loyal, independent, professionally reliable. negative traits. self-sabotaging, chaotic, reckless, blunt, avoidant, personally unreliable. virtues. perseverance. vices. self-neglect. moral alignment. chaotic neutral.

𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬.

parents. michael and farah bekhradi. ex-best friend. hollis westbrook. more tbd.

𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲.

for taren, life has been a wild ride since the moment she became conscious of herself while hiding under her mother's bathroom sink at five years old, an only child caught between her mother's clinical coldness and her father's half-hearted warmth. her mother, a clinical psychiatrist who should've never been given a license to prescribe medication, was constantly picking at taren's behavior and trying to figure out what the hell was wrong with her. her childhood was a patchwork of behavioral reports, half-finished hobbies, and rotating prescriptions — always under observation, never quite right. by age seven, farah had taren on adderall, then ritalin when that didn’t work, then she stacked on prozac, switched her to lexapro, then finally had scapped it all and had her on lithium. by middle school, taren was royally fucked up from the whirlwind of medication and her mother's constant analysis, but she'd learned by then to pretend to swallow her pills and spit them out secretly when farah wasn’t looking. by high school, she'd figured out how to play the game: get good grades, keep busy, don't give them a reason to ask too many questions. medicine wasn't a calling — it was an escape plan.

taren honestly had no interest in trying too hard to be a good student in college. she'd fallen in with a bad crowd in high school, would steal wine from her dad's vineyard and get drunk and high with her friends every chance she got just to get the fuck out of her house — but she was smart, and it was her stellar grades that weren't a reflection of the less than stellar effort she put into her academics that got her into purdue. from there, taren had a very typical big ten school experience — beer pong, frat parties, and late nights crying in the library about her chem lab. it was there that she reintroduced herself to adderall, dabbled in cocaine and ketamine and really any recreational drug she could get her hands on, because this time it was under her control, and that felt good.

somehow, despite her absolutely heinous decisions, taren always ended up on her feet. she was the girl her peers hated, because they'd see snapchats of her partying the night before an exam, and then she'd still end up getting an a. her grades got her into medical school at boston university but her lack of extra-curriculars got her rejected from the better med schools on the east coast that she was really gunning for, so she packed her shit up and headed to boston. med school saw an entirely different side of taren because it had to — this one studied hard, and stopped fucking around. her cocaine and adderall use didn't cease, but instead of keeping her out at the bar, it kept her awake all hours of the night so she could study. that continued until she read a publication outlining the cardiovascular effects of cocaine and other stimulant drugs on the body — and then she flushed her entire supply.

match day for taren came quickly and without much excitement. her grades were decent but not good enough to get her into any of the top surgical residencies in the country, but matching at harbourview was pretty high on her list considering the fact that she was still itching to get away from the west coast, and so far her residency is the best thing that ever happened to her. still totally neurotic and slightly unhinged, taren thrives in an environment where the pressure is just enough to keep her heart pumping but not too much that she feels like spiraling. cardio sort of fell into her lap just like everything else in taren's life, but she'd known from the moment she held her first live heart that it was the specialty she wanted to focus on. she no longer needs stimulants to keep her blood pumping, the rush of a cardio case is more than enough to make her feel alive.

𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬.

the mentor ( can be found @theharbourwc ) — this person is taren's saving grace at harbourview. she puts on a good act, but they were able to see past the bloodshot eyes and the tardiness and the chaotic energy, and realize she's a talented surgeon when she puts her mind to it. they're likely the sole reason she's done well at harbourview so far because they're the one person who believes in her — preferably, they're an attending surgeon, most likely a cardiothoracic surgeon as that is her specialty! arabella fairchild.

the intern she kind of accidentally adopted — they were terrified of her during their first rotation, but now she buys them coffee and occasionally yells at anyone who’s mean to them. she doesn’t know why she cares and they don’t know why she’s being nice. christopher santiago.

the one who knows too much — this person has seen her at her worst — blackout in the locker room, crying in the stairwell, making ethically questionable decisions in the OR. they keep her secrets, but it’s only a matter of time before one of them gets too big to ignore. sloane shepherd.

the rival resident — they came in around the same time and taren thinks they’re annoyingly competent. they think taren’s a disaster with a god complex. still, there’s mutual respect there.

the one who calls her out — someone who doesn’t buy her bullshit. maybe another doctor or a seasoned nurse who’s been around too long to be intimidated by her. they’re not afraid to tell her when she’s out of line — and they’ve earned her respect for it.