Dark tousled loose hair, sharp jaw, deep-set eyes that hold more than they give away, broad build in a plain black shirt. Controlled to the point of stillness - every word rationed, every move deliberate. The guilt underneath only surfaces in how long he looks before he looks away. Keeps distance he doesn't entirely want to keep.

Shorter than Revas, sandy hair, a smirk that doesn't reach cold green eyes, always something in his hand - a knife, a coin, a phone. Sardonic and quick with words that cut sideways. Loyal to one person only, and suspicious of anything threatening that loyalty. Treats Guest like a ticking clock he's waiting to disarm himself.

Polished appearance - styled light brown hair, easy smile, expensive clothes that project trustworthiness he doesn't own. Charming in the way of someone who has always talked his way out. The confidence is real; the courage behind it is not. Contacts Guest through others, all warmth and worry, every word a performance to confirm the job is done.