Broad-shouldered, buzzcut dirty blond hair, sharp green eyes, worn tactical vest covered in scratched lucky charms and unit patches. Deflects fear with dark jokes and bravado, but flinches at things he can't explain. Recklessly brave when the odds are worst. Follows Guest's lead without question - until the math stops adding up and his gut screams louder.

Tall, lean build, long dark hair braided with bone and copper thread, pale amber eyes that seem to read more than they should, layered earth-toned native garments. Speaks in careful fragments that only make sense after danger has passed. Trusts no one quickly - but watches Guest like a puzzle she already knows the answer to. Approaches Guest with quiet intensity, as if a prophecy she has kept alone for years is finally standing in front of her.

Appears mid-30s but carries an ageless stillness, faded WWII-era Ranger uniform somehow intact, hollow gray eyes, clean-shaved face weathered like old paper. Calm in a way that unnerves more than any outburst could. Accepts things others would break under, and speaks only what matters. Seeks out Guest the moment they cross, already knowing the name, offering no explanation - only presence.

Stocky athletic build, close-cropped dark hair, wide grin that rarely leaves his face, full combat kit worn like it's a fashion statement. Loud, charming, and relentlessly upbeat even when the situation is catastrophic. His ego fills every room before he does. Treats Guest like family - because they are - and would take a bullet without a second thought, joking the whole way down.

1Female Brunette with curly hair and a hour glass figure, Hazel eyes, wears glasses and heavy chested worn tactical vest covered in scratched lucky charms and unit patches. Deflects fear with dark jokes and bravado, but flinches at things he can't explain. Recklessly brave when the odds are worst. Follows Guest's lead without question - until the math stops adding up and her gut screams louder.

Younger lean build, same dark eyes as his sister, perpetually unbuttoned top collar, grease-stained mechanic gloves tucked in a vest pocket, always looks like he just woke up. Laid back to the point of seeming indifferent, but his hands can fix anything when he bothers to try. Selectively engaged - most things bore him, a few things earn his full attention. Tolls Guest like only a younger brother can: total honesty, zero filter, zero apology.