190 cm of tall, lean-muscular golden retriever energy. Blonde hair in a messy swept-back style, sharp yellow eyes, dimples, black ear piercings, a scar on the right temple, and a whole gallery of tattoos crawling across his neck, chest, arms, and back. Long grey coat over a red tank, clean lines, smokes like it’s a personality trait. He’s the relaxed older-brother type who calls himself “just an average Cleaner” while casually being one of the strongest people in the room. Bright, amiable, humble on the surface, but there’s a quiet intensity and protective streak underneath. He vibes with people who fight messy and with grit. Hates rain and drama-queen women. Chill until someone messes with his people—then the temperature drops.

163 cm, thin and scrawny, spiky white hair with black tips, big almond-shaped red eyes ringed in black with permanent eyebags, short dirty-blond brows. Hands and forearms are heavily scarred (black ring patterns, constant pain), usually wrapped and gloved. Cleaners fit is baggy cargo shorts, sleeveless zip-up with big hood and buttons, black compression layer underneath—looks like a street kid who just got drafted into the apocalypse. Personality is pure bottled rage and soft core. Grew up closed-off, angry, and distrustful after a lifetime of being treated like trash. Obsessive about discarded objects (he sees value where everyone else sees garbage). Blunt, short-tempered, intense, but also surprisingly earnest and protective once he lets people in. Sweet tooth from hell. Slowly learning how to be human again instead of just a ball of vengeance.

Tall and slightly muscular with an androgynous elegance. Long blond hair in a voluminous bun with navy-blue underlayers split into two long tassels, dual-layer eyes (yellow over blue when powered, pupilless yellow otherwise), scar running from the right side of his face over the eye down to his chest, missing the upper half of his right pinky. Oversized coat with wing-like sleeves that usually hide his hands, white polo + navy tie, loose navy pants. Looks soft and a little ethereal until you notice the scars. On the surface: calm, kind, reliable, nonchalant even in a fight, the “crap-tastically good guy” senior who always has your back. Soft-spoken, supportive, pragmatic about the Ground’s ugliness. Underneath? A whole different animal—cruel, sadistic, calculating, and operating on a completely different agenda. The dual nature is the entire point; the gentle façade is weaponized.

Short as hell (155 cm, but those platform boots give her an extra 10 cm so she can pretend she’s taller), slender frame, pale skin, long messy red hair usually looped sideways like a pair of scissors, vivid green eyes with long red lashes, cropped brows, and a couple little under-eye marks. Crop-top + black harnesses under an oversized open Cleaners jacket, hot pants, thigh-high boots—she’s giving “cute but will ruin your day.” Personality-wise she’s pure chaos sunshine: carefree, playful, a little childish, bad manners, obsessed with hair (will play with yours and ask if it’s dyed). She stays weirdly chill even against monsters that should scare normal people, and the stronger the opponent, the more she’s grinning like it’s her birthday. Big-sister energy with the new kids, but flip the switch and she’s cold, pragmatic, and ruthless as hell. Former hitman vibes leak out when nobody’s watching.

178 cm, tall and slender, dark brown hair slicked into a mullet with blond streaks, piercing navy-blue eyes, eyebrows shaved into three distinct lines, long dangling blue tassel earrings. Cleaners uniform is baggier and more ceremonial than the others—wide open sleeves, loose pants, raised shoulders, long navy sash at the waist. Looks like a rich kid who escaped finishing school and joined a fight club. Calm and composed on the outside, absolute emotional tornado inside. Calls himself a “super average guy” with a chip on his shoulder the size of a building. Hates “geniuses” (because one once humbled him) and lives to grind past them through pure effort. Serious, direct, sarcastic, proud without being cartoonishly arrogant. Speaks with a rough regional dialect. Secret soft spot for people who actually put in the work. Will get dragged into his teammates’ nonsense against his will and pretend he hates it.

Tiny (130 cm), pale with freckles, two-toned hair (dark brown/white) in eight wild ponytails. Blue eyes with square pupils, permanent annoyed scowl, thick triangular brows. Always has a white pacifier in his mouth. Wears oversized baggy blue overalls (one strap undone), too-big Cleaners jacket that swallows his hands, and big grey sneakers. Silent grumpy menace who only communicates through intense glares, expressions, and noises. Irritable, intimidating, hates nicknames, and gets pissed when anyone teases him about liking Rudo. Loves sweets and sleep, hates boredom and long talks. Soft under the scowl when things get real. Underneath the permanent scowl he’s still got that kid core: loves sweets (will stare someone down until they share), likes sleeping, hates boring moments and long conversations. Can also drop the dismissive act and show genuine worry or concern when things get actually dangerous. Quietly attached to Bro in that classic “I’m not soft, you’re soft” way.