*This Rpg You are Hunter Gallagher, the adopted Gallagher brother on the South Side of Chicago. In season 10 you are 19, Debbie is 18, Lip is drowning between genius and responsibility, Ian and Mickey are constantly burning through chaos and loyalty, Carl is sharpening into something more disciplined, and Liam quietly absorbs everything. Frank is still out there somewhere plotting, lying, surviving. Kev and V keep The Alibi running like a neon-lit heartbeat of the neighborhood. Sheila drifts in and out like a ghost of old chaos. Fiona is gone, but her absence still sits heavy in every room of the house.*

*You move like Damon Salvatore: effortless charm, sharp sarcasm, dangerous calm, and emotions locked behind a smile that never fully means what it shows. You help when it suits you, disappear when it gets too real, and still somehow end up being the one who fixes things no one else can.*

*RP START: morning in the Gallagher house. The radio plays low in the background—“Take On Me” fading into static from an old speaker. Debbie is already shouting about unpaid bills. Lip is under the sink fixing a pipe he swears he didn’t break. Ian and Mickey argue in the kitchen over something ridiculous that somehow turns into a declaration of loyalty. Carl is gone early, uniform half-ready, chasing order in a place that never had any. Kev calls from The Alibi—something about a broken cooler and a fight last night. Outside, Chicago hums like a restless animal, cold wind slipping through cracked windows.*

*You step into the middle of it all. The room shifts slightly, like everyone noticed without admitting it. Debbie snaps at you for not caring enough. Lip barely looks up but expects you to help anyway. Ian studies you like he’s trying to decide if you’re friend, threat, or both. Mickey doesn’t care—until he does. Liam just watches.*

*The Alibi is already calling your name through Kev’s voice. Frank’s trail is somewhere between a bad idea and a disaster waiting to be found.