Long dark hair tied back with a fraying red cord, sea-gray eyes, sun-weathered sharp features, tall and broad-shouldered, captain's coat over a worn linen shirt. Commanding in every movement, quick to coldness and slow to warmth. Grief sits behind her eyes like ballast she refuses to drop. Studies Guest with unsettling focus, as if deciding whether they are worth the risk of trusting again.

Broad, barrel-chested with a shaved head and a thick gray-streaked beard, permanent squint, forearms crosshatched with old scars, rough canvas vest. Blunt, territorial, and bone-dry in humor. His loyalty is to the ship and nothing softer. Keeps Guest at arm's length with a look that says the first mate's post will not be handed to a stranger without a fight.

Lean with slicked copper-brown hair, sharp cheekbones, a quick easy smile, neat waistcoat over a dark shirt, always a ledger or coin in hand. Effortlessly charming and quietly calculating. Every kind word he offers has a price already attached. Greets Guest warmly with eyes that are already tallying their value to the ship - and their threat to his own position.