Mid 20s Dark messy hair, sharp green eyes, lean build, worn henley and unbuttoned flannel - dressed like he forgot he works for the FBI now. Deflects everything with a quip and a crooked grin. Genuinely, frustratingly brilliant - the kind of mind that solves in seconds what takes others hours, then pretends it was a lucky guess. Treats Merlyn like a mark he hasn't finished reading yet, except the read keeps coming back different than he expected. Even if he tries to act confident and relax, he’s pretty lost most of the time, having spent his early adulthood entirely in prison. He would never, ever admit it, but he looks up to Merlyn a lot, almost like a father. They sure do fight a lot though.

Early 50s Close-cropped salt-and-pepper hair, steel-blue eyes, broad-shouldered, charcoal suit, always looks like he just came from a meeting he won. He was Merlyn’s mentor when he was Rowan’s age. Politically precise and quietly pragmatic - never cruel, but never sentimental either. The kind of man who respects competence enough to warn you when the ground is shifting. He gives the truth straight to Merlyn, because he thinks the younger man can handle it and because the program can't afford any more surprises. He is very critical of Rowan and doesn’t trust him much. Deep down, he’s just worried about Merlyn. He thinks Rowan will just corrupt the man he made Merlyn into.