𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙗𝙖𝙩𝙚 ;

         crew ;

{ sebastian gallagher || mafioso ( hitman ) || 33 ;

tag dump , intro , visage , inspo , connection , thread , task , self , inbox , phone , event , pinterest , playlist .

{ akasha sharda || civilian ( journalist ) || 27 ; 

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FULLNAME . akasha sharda NICKNAMES . kasha or ash BIRTHDAY . 01 / 12 / 1999 ( capricorn ) AGE . twenty - seven BIRTHPLACE . palm springs , california TIME IN RIFT VALLEY . 2 years GENDER . cis female ( she / her ) SEXUALITY . pan romantic / sexual STATUS . single LOYALTY . the people CIVILIAN . she has no loyalty to either side of the fighting , civilian through and through working as a journalist mostly for the paper and some freelance , she also runs orders for favor to make a little extra income LANGUAGES . english & tamil .

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( + ) strong moral compass , determined , well spoken , resourceful , observant ( - ) naive , impulsive , stubborn , blunt , self critical OVERVIEW . a girl wearing rose tinted glasses with no real grasp of whats going on in rift valley , she's trying to get her own real footing and still finding herself coming up short . she hasn't found her real voice when it comes to getting what she really wants out of being in town . tries to use big words and a false bravado of confidence to push into a story but she's still a girl that lacks any real experience FEAR . getting it wrong ALIGNMENT . true neutral MBTI . HOGWARTS HOUSE . hufflepuff HABITS . tapping her pencil , playing with her hair ( which is why it almost always kept up ) , chewing on her fingernails , laughing when nervous VICES . drinking and vaping . will occasionally get a scratcher from the corner store if she's feeling particularly lucky TAROT CARD .

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FC . charithra chandran HAIR . long black hair EYECOLOR . dark brown HEIGHT . 5'2" PIERCINGS . each ear pierced three times TATTOOS . has a one inch simplistic lily on her left shoulder SCARS . a few little scars on her fingers

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Bιoɢrαpнy ;

an only child she never fought for her parents attention and affection . they sat comfortably in middle class in a city that's more an escape for others on the weekend . her father high up in a chain of command at a resort and her mother an artist . despite no need for it and their expressed happiness in her life at school she still tried to one up everyone , tried for the highest grades , tried to compete in tennis , cross country , everything she could think to do she did . she just wanted them to be happy and proud despite them saying she didn't need to push so hard for that achievement . idle hands did bad things anyway , she had a small little group of friends that she kept from elementary school until graduation . even despite that she was never caught at parties or sneaking out . she was mostly at home facetiming a friend as she wrote for the school paper . it was writing for the paper and reading the kind of impact a journalist like walter cronkite and nellie bly had on the world that had her thinking of things in a grander way . she started planning out her life when she was thirteen , knew exactly where she wanted to go to school , who she wanted to write for , everything was a straight line . until it wasn't when college acceptances started going out when she was old enough no penn state , nyu , university of arizona . there were more no's and thanks for your consideration letters than she'd care to admit to . the last school she thought to apply to was what stuck , csulb . just around the corner , an hour from home it wasn't cross country or a far enough to start making a real name for herself like she had hoped but it was something . she went through college , falling off track only a bit to the college party scene and prolonging her duration there but when she finally graduated she was beyond ecstatic . now everything would start falling into place and articles with her name would start appearing in times . but it was another hit when she had to move back to palm springs for a year writing for a local magazine about celebrity golf tournaments . frustration was the best word for that time but she still powered through , it was an overheard conversation about rift valley that had her doing her research and it was by something divine truly that there was an opening at their local paper . now she's been in rift valley for two years in an apartment with a leaking kitchen faucet finally starting to carve her own path and name from stone . she still feels stuck like she hasn't made any real progress , but she's doing the damn thing . the world has a funny way of taking the optimist chewing them up and spitting them out , but it would make for a great story someday living through it all .

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still drives the car her parents got her for graduating high-school insisting there's nothing wrong with it , while she does drive she opts for riding her bike . has a red betta fish named fish . visits her parents at least once a month , she loves them both equally but definitely closer to her father who is more logical driven compared to her mothers free spirited nature . far sighted she has trouble keeping track of her glasses and much prefers wearing contacts . wardrobe screams librarian on a decent day and adam sandler on a bad day , and just like a stereotypical twenty-seven year old on the days between that . has notebooks filled with things she's noticed around town , she hopes she can maybe write a book one day about the tension in rift valley . bad diet for someone whose always trying to stay busy , cooks maybe three times a week the rest are take out days .

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Plαylιѕт ;

EVERYTHING AT ONCE by lenka , DIGITAL SILENCE by peter mcpoland , OH KLAHOMA by jack stauber , COULD'VE BEEN ME by the struts , FINE by lemon demon .

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FULLNAME . sebastian oliver gallagher NICKNAMES . ( picky with who can us nicknames ) seb or bash BIRTHDAY . 11 / 20 / 1992 ( scorpio ) AGE . thirty - three BIRTHPLACE . boulder city , nevada TIME IN RIFT VALLEY . 10 years GENDER . cis male ( he / him ) SEXUALITY . demi romantic / sexual STATUS . single LOYALTY . X CIVILIAN . sometimes he says he’s a stock broker most the time he says he’s an auditor LANGUAGES . english , some russian and italian ( understands more than he speaks ) .

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( + ) loyal , observant , resilient , ambitious ( - ) standoffish , annoyingly protective , holds grudges , can be sarcastic , quiet OVERVIEW . stubborn and prideful not always asking for help . he yearns to be close to someone but hates sharing all aspects of himself , doesn’t in all actuality have that good of an opinion of himself , he’s a killer and he doesn’t know what else he could be good at if anything . keeps to himself most of the time . acquaintance to a lot of different people but friends to only a few . can be a stick in the mud sometimes . doesn’t know how to cope with certain things . FEAR . someone in his life getting hurt because he messed up somewhere along the way . ALIGNMENT . rides a fine line between chaotic neutral and neutral evil MBTI . istj ( logistician ) HOGWARTS HOUSE . slytherin HABITS . foot tapping , rubbing the back of his neck , clenching his jaw VICES . thinks gambling is ridiculous, drinks sometimes , smokes more than he drinks , and doesn’t mess with much more that could alter his state of mind TAROT CARD . the hermit .

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Pнyѕιcαl ;

FC . jack o'connell HAIR . mousy brown hair usually kept short and sometimes messy . will sometimes sport facial hair but for the most part keeps it at a stubble never completely clean cut . EYECOLOR . blue HEIGHT . 5'10" TATTOOS . a cross on the left side of his torso SCARS . several small ones on his hands and fingers , one on his right side from where he was stabbed , nick on his right collar bone .

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he came into the world screaming to a father already six feet under and a birth giver so uninterested in being a mother she had to be made to sign the birth certificate . it was his father’s mother that stepped up , a woman still in mourning wanting another chance . they weren’t the wealthiest a thing the kids in school were quick to make fun of when he was old enough to attend , but he felt rich with the love of his grandmother and excelled from elementary school until the end of middle school . his grandmother passed in between eighth and ninth grade and he was sent into the foster care system where he started acting out , getting into trouble skipping school shuffling around different places as foster parents citied him as too much after a month or two . he lacked a proper place to belong , started selling drugs to start saving for when he aged out and couldn’t depend on others like that anymore . the strip in vegas was ripe with people to sell to . it was by luck that his birth giver actually found him and reached out , by then ( when sebastian was sixteen ) she had a new family . a set of girl twins and a man that had been in the army . sebastian didn’t have to ask the door was opened as she tried to atone for leaving him to begin with . they weren’t spared from his behavioral difficulties but her husband shut it down rather quickly , sebastian managed his ged at nineteen . then there was a little push and shove and he was on his way through basics for the marines , something he didn’t complete much to everyone’s disappointment . he left the house out of shame and out of not wanting to hear something smart from his step dad . he still left with a skill set that came in handy and maybe knew the right kind of people that had stepped up their game from when he was in high school . no more small pond stuff but bigger picture things . at twenty-two sebastian was put into contact with someone in the santoro family interested in what he could do , so he made the move to california . the first kill was nauseating and maybe not executed in the most professional of ways but he learned quickly , the smells he associates from the first kill is bleach from the clean up , iron , and something sickly sweet he can’t remember . he began to detach from what he was doing made things easier to swallow when you detached yourself , act without thinking too much . he cut off what he had left of his family though he does still send his half sisters gifts on their birthdays and at christmas never marking it as being from him . the lone wolf bullshit without a trace of collateral just made the most sense . it still amazes him that he can wash his hands and the blood just goes down the drain .

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Eхтrαѕ ;

as far as ANYONE is concerned he doesn’t have a family . likes cooking . his houseplants are fake after trying to keep several alive through the years . favorite smell is coffee . doesn’t like nicknames , or so that’s what he says , secretly enjoys them . happy when people think they’re close enough to him to use them , quick to correct people he doesn’t like . the type that would probably melt if you played with his hair , just a teddy bear with the right people . loyal dog with affection . will quote eighties movies all day long . has a picture of himself and grandmother when he was a kid as well as a picture of his sisters in his wallet . doesn’t really date , has been on maybe seven dates in the last ten years trying very poorly to have a proper life but chickens out also slight disconnection with people . keeps postcards from everywhere he goes . coffee fiend . loves cooking . likes to read , even with funds he still thrifts books . knows some russian from who he ran with in high school . holds grudges . if someone he’s close to says [ insert name here ] did them wrong will treat [ insert name here ] as if they did him wrong .

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Plαylιѕт ;

RIPTIDE by grandson . CAN'T GO TO HELL by sin shake sin . BAD MOON RISING by creedence clear water revival . DON'T SING THE BLUES by bohnes . TOO SWEET by hozier .

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