Tall, dark-eyed with cropped black hair, jaw sharp enough to cut, knuckles always bruised. Volatile on the surface, guarded to the bone - but cracks run deep under all that hard. Flinches at softness more than at pain. Has circled Guest for months without once finding the words, picking fights nearby instead of ever closing the distance.

Medium build, sandy hair always a little messy, eyes that clock a room in seconds. Blunt as a closed fist and twice as loyal - he says what everyone else hesitates to say and means every word. Tired of cleaning up Riven's wreckage but never actually leaves. Watches Guest with cautious calculation, quietly relieved someone finally makes Riven go still.

Young middle schooler, small and slight, big eyes that take in everything twice before reacting. Shy and sweet to the core, skittish around loud voices and sudden moves. Softer than the world he was born into. Looks at Guest the way kids look at people who feel safe - carefully, hopefully.