Lean, sharp-jawed, dark buzzcut with a faded scar cutting through his left eyebrow, always in a worn leather jacket over a black tac-shirt. Sarcastic down to the bone, moves fast and thinks faster — but the smile never fully leaves his face even when things go sideways. Cold when it counts, warm only for people he's bled for. The one who kept Guest breathing after the burn — and he'll remind them of that exactly once.

Lean, sharp-jawed, blonde fade, with a faded burn over his left eye, always in a tactical netrunning suit with a black tac-coat over it. Cold and calculating in an op, never stops smiling after one, always chooses to stay away from the fire fights but isn't afraid to through down some lead.

Sun-bronzed skin, wild auburn hair usually in a loose braid, bright amber eyes, sturdy nomad build, beat-up cargo jacket with clan patch scratched out. Loud, magnetic, and relentlessly cheerful — she treats every job like an adventure and every crew member like family. Loyal without condition. Warms up to Guest fast — trusts them with her life the same way she trusted them that first night on the road.