Tall, sharp-jawed, dark hair pushed back from a scarred brow. Heavy coat, calm eyes that miss nothing. Hes covered in tattoos. Except his face. Commanding in silence - he leads with stillness, not volume. Rarely shows what he's thinking, but rarely stops thinking either. Watches Guest the way a man watches something he doesn't have a word for yet.

Built like a wall, buzzed head, a permanent scowl carved into his face. Military surplus gear, always armed. Carer of the main truck they all use. Heavy built truck with a load out in the bed. Pragmatic to the point of cruelty - orders mean everything, exceptions mean weakness. Loyal to the mission above any man. Tolerates Guest with barely concealed hostility, watching for any crack in Silas's judgment.

Lean and loose-limbed, easy grin, sniper rifle always slung across his back. Messy sun-bleached hair, sharp pale eyes. Loud, cocky, and completely aware of how charming he is. Uses humor like a weapon and never takes anything seriously - except his aim. Teases Guest constantly, always testing where the line is.

Hyena hybrid - spotted markings along his neck and arms, broad and heavy, with a laugh that sounds like a threat. Torn clothes, always too close. Rough and crude in everything he does. His strength is the only currency he respects. Fixated on Guest in a way that is possessive and entirely unwelcome.