Name: Amy Turner Nickname: Age: 28 Spouse: None Children: None Occupation: Surgical Resident, first year

Physical Description

Height: 5'9"
Weight: 135 lbs
Hair Color: Blonde
Eye Color: Brown

Distinguishing Marks: None

Hobbies: Knitting, cooking, board games

Psychological Background: Amy is a ‘pretty girl,’ she knows she’s a ‘pretty girl’ and has all the baggage that comes with it. For once, she’d like people not to see the ‘pretty girl’ on the outside and try to see who was inside. But so far, no one’s done that. Her family is a mess, so she has a need to make personal connections with people, even patients. She’s an open person, and sometimes has foot-in-mouth syndrome, saying the first thing that comes to mind.

Personality Quirks: Amy knits and cooks when preoccupied or worried. She’s also boycotting underwear, considering it just another expression of misogyny. She’s also disorganized, at least to other people’s eyes. She has her own system, even if it looks like one big chaotic mess to everyone else.

History: Amy grew up in a trailer park outside Las Vegas, able to ride her bike to the strip after school. Her mother worked as a waitress in a truck stop, her father was a mechanic there. They pulled long hours to make ends meet, and though she knows they love her, they were never really there, having to work to put food on the table for herself and her four siblings. She’s the second oldest, and her brother is currently in prison for assault. Her sister is planning yet another wedding she may or may not go through with, one brother got himself emancipated to get away from it all, and the youngest sister, seventeen, is on her second child.

She knew she wanted to be a doctor from the first time she saw MASH on TV re runs, and never gave up that dream. She wasn’t particularly brilliant, or athletic, so she knew scholarships were out to any college, and community college wouldn’t get her into med school. So she traded her body for her education through modeling, mostly in catalogues and local ads. Mostly, she modeled underwear, from the basic cotton model to the borderline risqué. But she got through medical school, going to Duke, as far from Las Vegas as she could.

When she took her placement exams, she was thrilled to NOT be returning to Nevada, and instead near the ocean in California. She was accepted into the surgical residency program, where her small hands are an asset. It also doesn’t hurt that a majority of the time, her patients are unconscious, therefore they’re not subjected to hearing whatever’s on her mind at any given time.

Special Notes: None