About Devon [Character Development: About Me]
Name: Devon Sosa
Age: 34
Sex: Male
Height: …Shorter than he’d care to be at 5’5
Weight: 150
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Black
Complexion: Farmer’s tan. Hardcore - his mom makes fun of him for it.
Birthplace: East Los Angeles, California
Birthdate: June 22nd
Notable Physical Characteristics: Scar across his left shoulder, small bald spot on the right side of his head from when he had to have his skull stapled back together in the field.
Temperament: The army will give an 18 year old a hot head - there’s not a doubt about that. But as he climbed through the ranks, he tried to cool down a little bit. Interns annoy him, he won’t deny it. But ask him a halfway-decent question and he’ll try to not blow up in your face.
Ability/Strength: Taking a broken body and working tirelessly to fix it. Just, you know, not his own.
Weakness: A call from his mom, a home-cooked meal, New York style pizza
Social Class: Upper-middle class.
Occupation: Orthopedic surgeon
Hobbies: When he was little? Remote controlled race cars. Now? ….Remote controlled race cars.
Religion: Doesn’t have one. But if his mother asks? He’s a devout Catholic.
Political Preference: Democrat.
Work: Too much of it.
Parents: One. Single mom.
Siblings: Only child.
School History: 4.0 GPA all through high school, perfect marks through the military
Accomplishments: 16 years in the Army and came back to tell the tale.
Failures: Disappointed his mom by letting his acceptance to Berkeley go to waste.
Quirks: He’s extremely reserved, but if you get him talking about his unit, he could go on forever. Or at least, he used to.
Favorite Foods: His mom’s tortas hogadas [a traditional sandwich from his grandpa’s side of the family], his grandma’s rice and New York style pizza. Not at the same time.
Favorite Colors: Navy blue and black.
Trauma: 16 years of it that he wouldn’t give back for anything.