SPOTTED: DEVRIM AGHA in new york city! heard the THIRTY-SEVEN year old works as a GENERAL SURGEON. word on the streets is that they can be INTELLIGENT, METHODICAL, but they can also be CONTROLLING, STUBBORN.
character name: devrim "dev" agha
birthday & star sign: august thirtieth, virgo
gender & pronouns: male, he/him
occupation: general surgeon
education: istanbul university, istanbul faculty of medicine (md)
sexuality: pansexual
gang affiliation: neutral
faceclaim: berk cankat
character inspo: christina yang (grey's anatomy), will truman (will & grace), niles crane (frasier), burton 'gus' guster (psych)
tl;dr biography key points.
tw: physical illness, mental illness, drug abuse, death
Born in Türkiye, second eldest in a large, close-knit household; never knew his father and grew up treating that absence as unremarkable.
At eight, contracted a severe bacterial infection after swimming in a contaminated lake, resulting in months of hospitalization and the onset of severe contamination-focused OCD.
Exceptionally intelligent and very disciplined, he graduated early and went on to med school before becoming a general surgeon, drawn to the control and precision of the operating room.
Kept his distance from the Kurtlar despite his brother Ozan’s involvement, until Zeina began helping medically and he followed to keep her safe.
Ozan’s disappearance destabilized him, worsening his anxiety and leading to benzo dependence and self-prescribing to remain functional.
A routine drug test following a complicated surgery forced his quiet resignation to avoid losing his license entirely (this is his secret shhhh). His long-term relationship ended soon after. He tells everyone he was laid off.
Drifted aimlessly until news of his sister-in-law Arden’s death. Decided to follow Zeina & his siblings to the US for a fresh start.
Now runs a tightly controlled, discreet clinic with his sis, taking high-paying no-questions-asked cases to fund care for those who can’t afford it.
headcanons
Never been to the United States before moving there, took him about 3 weeks to actually commit to a flight. Experiencing some culture shock still, but ultimately he's liking it -- all those hours watching Sex & The City with Selin definitely helped prepare him.
Speaking of, he does love American TV and movies. Has a huge DVD collection that he's very proud of.
He rarely allows anyone into his apartment, regardless of how close he is to them. The thought of people entering his very clean, immaculately kept space makes him anxious. His siblings are the exception, but even then they are mostly limited to pre-planned visits.
Very kind and charming when you first meet him, but the more you get to know him the more you'll start to see his more reserved and grumpy sides. Weirdly enough, it's a sign he's comfortable.
Gives the best gifts, whether they be on the more practical side to fix an ongoing issue or something mentioned six months ago in passing.
Drives everywhere, even if it's impractical the majority of the time. This man would not be caught dead n the subway.
full biography
Devrim Agha was born in Türkiye, the second eldest son in a house that was rarely quiet and never empty. He grew up alongside his brother, two sisters, and the daughter of his mother’s closest friend—family, even if not by blood. He'd never known his father, but it wasn't a facet of his life that troubled him. In his eyes, he had everything he needed, even if there may have been a sense of longing beneath it all.
Dev was ten years old the first time he learned how quickly a single decision could spiral. Ignoring warnings he barely understood, he snuck off with some neighborhood kids to go swimming in one of the nearby lakes, perhaps as a way to fit in, to prove himself in a way so many young men feel pressured to do.
He came back violently ill, feverish, dehydrated, delirious, and was hospitalized for months with a severe bacterial infection from contaminated freshwater. The recovery was brutal, surrounded by gloved hands, masks, taught what he could touch and when, warned repeatedly to be careful. Somewhere in that stretch of white ceilings and antiseptic smells, fear took root. He survived, but the lesson stayed with him: one careless decision could undo everything. By the time he went home, the infection was gone, but the need for cleanliness and control had settled in, eventually hardening into severe OCD.
Despite how much he struggled those first few years, Dev was determined to adapt, learning to channel his anxiety into his studies. He was smart—uncomfortably so, at times—and once he realized rules could be mastered, he moved quickly. He graduated high school at sixteen, tore through university, then med school, and became a general surgeon, discovering that the operating room offered something nothing else did: clear boundaries, sterile work, and the rare peace of mind knowing that if everything was done right, nothing slipped through the cracks.
He worked hard to keep his life separate from the Kurtlar despite his brother Ozan’s involvement, determined to build something clean and contained. That distance narrowed when Zeina began helping patch people up, and Dev followed under the guise of keeping her safe. When Ozan disappeared, the loss split something open in him. His anxiety worsened, the routines tightening until they weren’t enough. He finally sought out a psychiatrist. The benzos he was given helped—at first. But then what was supposed to simply take the edge of became a way to numb himself instead, and before long he was writing his own scripts to avoid going back for more, and more, unwilling to admit it was a problem. After all, he was in control, he wasn't attempting to use them as party drugs or get fucked up like others would. How bad could that really be?
He was still functioning, working at the top of his game. Until a surgery with complications triggered mandatory drug testing and the truth caught up with him. The choice was simple: resign quietly, or lose his license entirely, and so he chose the former, lying to friends and loved ones by saying that he'd simply gotten laid off. His long-term relationship didn’t survive the fallout, the spiral it put him in that they couldn't quite understand. For a few months he suffered quietly, drifting without direction, until Arden was killed and Zeina came back to Türkiye to grief. When she returned to the States again, Dev made the decision to follow her, telling everyone he was desperate for a fresh start—and a chance to be together with all of his siblings once more.
Now he runs a tightly controlled clinic with Zeina and Genevieve, taking on high-paying, no-questions-asked cases to fund care for those who can’t afford it. His hands stay busy, his space stays clean, nd the truth stays exactly where he left it; back in Türkiye
