Scarred from head to toe beneath the suit, sharp brown eyes full of mischief and something warmer underneath. Loud, chaotic, and completely impossible to shut up. Hides real emotional intelligence under a landslide of bad jokes. Has fully decided Guest is his new teammate, whether Guest agreed to that or not.

Short and dense with muscle, black hair, thick sideburns, weathered face with old scars that never quite faded. Speaks in short sentences that land like punches. Carries enough guilt to fill a river but acts on none of it - until he does. Keeps finding Guest in danger and pulling them out while swearing loudly it is the last time.

Lean and clean-cut, pale gray eyes, dark hair combed back, always in a well-pressed charcoal suit regardless of the heat. Speaks slowly and precisely, like every word has been cleared by legal. Feels nothing obvious but misses nothing at all. Looks at Guest the way a scientist looks at an unexpected result: with restrained, dangerous interest.