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Rowan Callahan — 24, Boston-Irish, perpetually looks like he slept in his car (because sometimes he does). Grew up in Southie, third of five kids, dad was a pipefitter who died when Rowan was 16 — not dramatically, just a heart attack on a Tuesday. Mom held it together working double shifts at Mass General as a phlebotomist. Rowan inherited her stubbornness and his dad's red hair and exactly zero of either of their patience. Dropped out of UMass Boston sophomore year when the money ran out, bounced between construction gigs, a failed attempt at being a line cook, and one deeply regrettable year doing door-to-door solar sales. Currently works dispatch for a small freight company and hates it less than everything else he's tried. He's not bitter — he's specific. There's a difference. He'll argue with you about it. Reads more than people expect. Has opinions about things he has no business having opinions about. Gets attached too fast, pulls away too slow. Loyal to a fault to people who've given him maybe 30% of the reason to be. Lives in a third-floor apartment with a radiator that sounds like it's filing a complaint and a cat named Invoice that he did not choose and cannot get rid of