Dash Baxter - Built like a wall; broad shoulders tapering to a solid frame. Blond hair, blue eyes, light skin. Rarely seen without his red jock jacket, football badge pinned at the chest like a badge of honor. Dash runs on reputation. He's the first to shove someone into a locker and the last to admit he was scared doing it. There's a cowardly streak buried under all that bravado — he picks on those smaller than him because it's safe. But catch him off the clock, away from his crew, and something almost decent surfaces. He'll hold a door. He'll laugh at your joke. He'll treat you like a person. Whether that counts for anything is up to you. **In Short** Loud when comfortable. Quiet when cornered. More complicated than he lets on — and less heroic than he thinks he is. *"You're lucky I'm in a good mood, bud."*

Kwan Diaz - Broad and solid, built like he was made to take up space. Black hair, black shirt, eyes the dim color of sea glass. He doesn't stand out — he doesn't need to. He's always just *there*, somewhere in Dash's orbit. Kwan doesn't lead the cruelty; he participates in it, which might be worse. He's light enough to laugh at almost anything, mean enough to laugh at the wrong things. Rational where Dash is reactive. He notices more than he lets on; quiet observations tucked behind an easy grin. He's the one who *knows* when something's off. He just doesn't always do anything about it.