#thalia.dos

general

name: thalia brooke . nicknames: thali, ali . face claim: samantha logan. pronouns: she / her . gender: cis female . sexuality: bisexual . age: 28 . birth date: november 30 . role: pogue . profession: emergency medicine intern .

physical

height: five foot seven . build: lean, skinny . hair: dark, curly hair, usually braided but prefers to keep it natural . eyes: deep brown .

demeanor: careful. always quiet, lingering a step behind with her head down . smile: wide, warm, and absolutely rare . voice: gentle, soft, patient .

mental

positives: dedicated, intelligent, respectful, kind . negatives: closed-off, insecure, resentful . likes: helping others, studying, nice stationary, meeting new people . dislikes: her past, shifts that run too long, cold nights .

birthplace: dallas, texas . education: pre-med (undergrad), med school . career: first year emergency medicine intern . family:

biographical

medicine had never been something anticipated for thalia.

she'd spent her early life playing soccer- competitive as anything, pushing herself hard for the sport, but it's because she loved it. as a kid and young teen, her whole world was soccer- almost all of her friends came from playing on the team, and there was nothing better than an after school game.

soccer wasn't just a sport. her parents fought at home, her dad drank, and money was tight. any soccer equipment she bought was saved for over a year. but it was worth it, because soccer also brought her a community. friends on the team. a coach who mentored her. the support she didn't have.

by high school, thalia was looking at going pro. her coach had become a figure she could look up to, who helped her when things got difficult. soccer was everything to her, and passion had been turning into success. at games, she'd start to notice scouts, get emails from schools with good programs...

she'd assumed that she'd have a future in soccer.

but during junior year, things changed. the money ran out (or, really, her mother finally left her father and took everything but her daughter). she had to quit soccer suddenly, started working somewhere small downtown just to keep herself afloat.

rumors started up quick. the split was her fault. she was caught stealing. she was doping and got caught. sleeping with the coach and admin found out. she was-

she kept her head down, because trying to keep herself going while her family fell apart was difficult enough without her reputation falling into pieces. people whispered when she walked by, and defending herself felt like too much when her friends and her mentor distanced themselves in order to not get caught in the crossfire.

her only goal was to get out of texas.

she found herself at a small college in the northeast. knew she had to find a way to support herself, and medicine seemed like it'd pay off well. and more that, she found herself enjoying it.

the er is busy. the rush is exhilarating, and she doesn't need to be the best- just needs to be capable and competent. she'd found friends up at college, hoped she'd placed roots down during med school.

and then their residency matches came in. every program she'd hoped to land in was close, or at least in nearby states. instead, she'd opened the envelope and saw the words she'd dreaded the most: dallas, texas.

she's been back in dallas for eight months.

people who remember her are still distant. she still keeps her head down, works hard and avoids most people who she used to know. coming back has brought back most of her high school anxieties and insecurities back. she's quieter and just hoping that the time will pass by quick.