SEBASTIAN FIORI / 34 / FIREFIGHTER
[ redford ] ☓ [ playlist ] ☓ [ aesthetic ]
&. BASICS
full name: sebastian mattia fiori
nicknames: seb, fiori
age / D.O.B.: 34 / 18.05.1992
sexuality: heterosexual
place of birth: york, maine
gender: cismale
current location: redford, texas
&. MORE BASIC INFO
languages: english, italian, some spanish
occupation: firefighter, fixer for the morettis
transportation: a blue 2010 ford ranger xlt
tattoos: his mother’s initials on his left wrist
drinks, smokes, & drugs: yes, yes, no
relatives: maria moretti-fiori (mother, deceased), lorenzo moretti (cousin)
&. PERSONALITY
zodiac sign: taurus
mbti: intp
likes: literature, classic rock
dislikes: loud chewing, invasive questions
secret talent: he's a decent cook, and often makes pasta dishes for the firehouse
hobbies: playing instruments (esp. piano and guitar), collecting old vinyls, reading, cooking
prized possession: his father's watch
fears: monotony, indifference
five positive traits: observant, charming, creative, steady, compassionate
five negative traits: evasive, melancholic, jaded, meticulous (bordering on perfectionistic), escapist
&. BACKGROUND
tw: parental death
sebastian grew up by the sea in a small, salt-worn house with his mother. she never spoke about her family —or his father, who had left shortly after learning she was pregnant. instead, she spoke about her childhood on lake como, about how their home reminded her of it. marie was a kind woman, fond of phosphorescent bracelets and naming the squirrels that lived in their yard. she taught him piano, and ensured their home was always filled with music, especially old vinyl records. sometimes, she would talk about texas, saying that one day they would explore the west together.
that day came shortly after he turned sixteen. the sea was traded for rolling pastures, and redford became home. their life settled into a simple rhythm: marie waitressed at the diner during the day, slipping away after dinner to tend to ‘family business’, and sebastian buried himself in music. she kept him at a distance from his cousins where she could, filling his time with guitar lessons and a secondhand motorbike that quickly became his escape.
she died in a barn fire on his eighteenth birthday.
it was an accident —a job gone wrong, the matriarch admitted once the police were gone. after that, something in him shifted. he joined the fire academy the next day, taking to it naturally. there was something about the chaos that suited him, running toward danger rather than away from it. he earned commendations quickly —he was steady under pressure and had a calming presence that set people at ease, his smile crooked but earnest.
eventually, the family took notice. they saw an opportunity, and what better way for him to honor his mother’s loyalty than to put his skills to work?
sebastian became a fixer, covering the family’s tracks as best he could. evidence disposed of in house fires, engine fires burning away fingerprints that could connect the family to illicit shipments; if they wanted it gone, he would make it as though it never existed. he's observant, meticulous, and untethered— and that makes him dangerous. with sebastian in place, the morettis have become nearly untouchable, just how the matriarch likes it.
his feelings about the town’s modernization vs. preservation debate are complicated. there's sentiment there, wrapped in memories of a snuffed-out relationship that places him at odds with his family’s business interests. not that he’ll ever voice dissent; family is all he has now, and he’s fiercely loyal to it. if modernization is the cost, so be it.
bold which habits your muse has
nail biting | throat clearing | lying | interrupting | chewing the ends of pens | smoking | swearing | knuckle cracking | thumb sucking | muttering under their breath | talking to themselves | nose picking | binge drinking | oversleeping | snacking between meals | skipping meals | picking at skin | impulse buying | talking with their mouth full | humming/singing to themselves | chewing gum | leg jiggling | foot tapping | hair twirling | whistling | eye rolling | licking lips | sniffing | squinting | rubbing hands together | jaw clenching | gesturing while talking | putting feet up on tables | tucking hair behind ears | chewing lips | crossing arms over chest | putting hands on hips | rubbing the back of their neck | being late | procrastinating | doodling | shredding paper | peeling off bottle labels | forgetfulness | running hands through hair | overreacting | teeth grinding | nostril flaring | slouching | pacing | drumming fingers | fist clenching | pinching bridge of nose | rubbing temples | rolling shoulders
&. HEADCANNONS
seb has a long surgical scar running the length of his left pinkie up to his elbow from a motorcycle accident. his wrist still aches, especially in the winter, but he'll never admit it.
he keeps a worn journal in his glovebox where he scribbles song fragments and quotes that won't leave him alone.
it’s tortured nights in luxurious hotel rooms, desperate for home but knowing there’s none to return to. it’s a breathy laugh that doesn’t quite reach steely blue-grey eyes, a well-timed quip to deflect, deflect, deflect. it’s waking too early to watch fuchsia rays inject an inky black sky, soft rock filtering onto the streets from an open window. it’s trading glances across a crowded room, feet rooted firmly in place because longing is safer than losing. it's the dull ache of a possibility unrealized, the tick of a hand sweeping across a watch face, the leather band worn smooth by a man you never met. it’s realizing that you’re on a chess board… and choosing to be the bishop.





















