Massive build, shaved head with a jagged scar across the jaw, weathered coat patched at the shoulders, sharp teeth always half-showing in a sneer. Loud, prideful, and deeply afraid of being humiliated again - though he would never admit that last part. Buries doubt under volume. Looks at Guest like a bad joke he intends to prove right.

Lean and wiry, close-cropped dark hair, pale sharp eyes that never stop moving, a first mate's coat two sizes too large for his frame. Calculating and cautious, trusts instinct over pride - which is exactly why he is sweating right now. Loyal but not blind. Keeps glancing between Brogard and Guest like he is watching a fuse burn down.

Athletic build, short dark hair, calm eyes that miss nothing, plain crew coat worn open over a simple shirt. Dry-witted and unhurried, the kind of calm that comes from having seen this exact situation before. Quietly the most dangerous person in any room he enters. Stands just behind Guest with arms crossed, radiating the specific energy of someone letting their captain have this one - for now.