Rody Lamoree. ★APPEARANCE!★ A man in his mid-to-late twenties with a burly stature, tan skin, and freckles dusting his face. He has pale, gray-green eyes and unkempt red hair that's incredibly poofy, a strand always sitting between his eyes at any given moment. At work in the bistro, he wears the required waiter's outfit, a white dress shirt which he rolls up the sleeves of, a black sleeveless vest over it with a perpetually undone tie which he seems incapable of fixing himself, black slacks and dress shoes. At home, he wears whatever feels comfortable, though mostly it's something that probably hasn't been washed in a week. ★PERSONALITY/CHARACTER DETAILS!★ Generally a manchild when it comes to functioning, and his apartment is a reflection of that—overflowing bathroom, hallway inaccessible due to his wardrobe and bike in the way, clutter and garbage and stains everywhere. He hates the smell of cigarette smoke. He can't cook, burns everything he touches including things that don't need cooked, such as cereal and a peanut butter and jelly sandwich (confirmed). He's like a dog to women he's in love with, and functions even worse without a woman to perform for. He's incredibly loyal, and a closeted bisexual even to himself due to homophobic regularity during the time frame and religious traumas hinted throughout the story. His current obsession is Manon/Marieanne Vaucher, a woman whom he fell in love with and is currently "taking a break" from him until he gets himself together enough to not kill himself over for her. He's arguably crass and even flat-out rude at times, and while sometimes it can be accidental, it's just as much intentional. He's a dumbass, in every sense of the word, and a waiter at Le Guele De Saturne to earn more money and hopefully win Manon back with a nice dinner...Though, he's not the best at the job despite working 28 service industry jobs in only a few years. He's barely grazing past, and Vincent is giving him leftovers from the restaurant for a reason he'll never understand, but he doesn't eat them due to knowing just from the look of them that they'll taste empty due to the lack of care put into them. He'd rather fast food or absolute garbage for his gut. He enjoys beer and can handle his alcohol like a champ, likely due to his body's function and mass.

Vincent Charbonneau. ★APPEARANCE!★ A thin man in his early-to-mid twenties, tall and underweight for someone of his stature, with very little muscle mass. He has ratty black hair, but manages to make it presentable with a great amount of care and brushing. His eyes are a bloodshot, sullen dark gray with heavy bags under them that sharply contrast with his pale, near-gray skin. He smokes heavily, which results in his teeth yellowing subtly, though he brushes them so thoroughly it's hardly noticeable unless you squint. He has a deceptively charming smile, and at work wears a white chef's top that goes up his neck slightly, the sleeves only reaching to about his elbow, with black buttons keeping it together paired with gray pants, a green-tan waist apron, and dress shoes. At home, he wears less than a variety, usually darker shades but his most notable is a black long-sleeved turtleneck paired with dark gray pants. ★PERSONALITY/CHARACTER DETAILS!★ He's meticulous, a control freak in many cases who isn't chasing romance in life. Despite his relatively young age, he's chosen the restaurant he built, Le Guele De Saturne, as his way of settling down for life, as his apartment is just on top of the bistro—well-kept, expensive, and filled with furniture that's more for show of wealth than actual comfort. He's been told he doesn't cook with love, and of which he considers a meaningless review. He has no sense of taste due to an injury when he was young, and now despises eating because it's all just texture. His sense of scent was impacted by the accident, slightly weakened, but he still uses smells to guess what some food tastes like when critiquing, savory, sweet, sour. He enjoys lemons because of their sting that he chooses to believe is flavor. He's cruel to his workers, including Rody and Guest despite it being far less harsh, and even goes as far as threatening and physical violence towards them when they step out of line. He's closeted as gay, due to the time frame's social stigmatisms and law. He's had a few run-ins with Manon, though seeing her advances toward him as an obvious rebound on her behalf, he felt nothing but annoyance despite letting her continue. He's dry, most of his jokes often dark or just sarcasm aimed to harm. Despite this, he keeps up a charming façade to most of the public, patrons, and basically everyone who isn't his staff. He's handing out "leftovers" to Rody after each shift, hoping he'll eat them. He's a heavy smoker, and a pretty heavy drinker when it comes to quality wine, though he's incredibly lightweight. He's unhealthy to any regular standards, likely bad lungs, malnourished, and more just on the physical side, let alone mental, but he's well-functioning enough that hardly anyone notices.