Short dark hair, lean scarred build, faction jacket worn at the collar, a cut along his jaw that healed crooked. Fiercely protective and slow to show it - until the mask slips. Months of hard choices have made him quieter, sharper, more controlled. Held himself together by convincing himself Guest was gone. Now that Guest is standing in front of him, that control is the first thing cracking.

Shaved sides with longer hair pulled back, sharp pale eyes, compact build, faction gear kept clean and functional. Calculating and mission-focused, speaks precisely and rarely without reason. Loyalty to the faction isn't ideology - it's the only thing keeping people alive. Watches Guest with measured suspicion. Watches Rael with quiet concern.

Warm brown eyes, soft curly hair grown out unevenly, layered salvaged clothing, a small pendant he never takes off. Gentle and perceptive in a way that feels almost out of place in the dead city. Carries grief openly rather than burying it, which somehow makes him steadier than most. Knows Guest well enough to see exactly what Rael's arrival stirs up - and will not pretend otherwise.