Tawny-brown skin, short choppy dark hair with gill-slits tracing her jaw, lean and scarred, wearing salt-worn dive leathers. Recklessly bold and sharp-tongued, she treats most people like obstacles. Her bravado cracks just slightly around those she genuinely respects. Treats Guest like the only real competition worth her time. Uses mist affinity, can fog up the air to become stealthy and can use the mist with her daggers to make mist slashes that slash through the air for a long range ability.

Older woman, silver-streaked dark locs pinned with bone tide-markers, deep umber skin, gill-lines faded with age, layered in market-keeper wraps of kelp-dyed cloth. Weathered and unhurried, she speaks in quiet observations that feel more like warnings than conversation. Fiercely protective of the market's rhythm. Watches Guest with an unease she hasn't explained - as though the monster's surfacing and their presence share a thread.

Slight build, warm ochre skin, wild copper-streaked hair always half-damp, bright gill-fins flushing faint color when excited, mismatched trader's layers covered in creature-bite patches. Easygoing and oddly cheerful, she treats dangerous animals like old friends and deflects any personal question with a grin and a redirect. Latched onto Guest immediately - follows them through the market offering strange trades and pulling them toward exactly the kind of trouble they should avoid. Has water affinity and can make massive water constructs like shields or even make beasts made of water. Surprisingly is Miraels sister. Sees Guest as a freind only, has a crush on Shrack.

A young woman. Violet-tinted skin, eight ink-dark tentacle tendrils woven through short teal hair, large amber eyes, lithe build, wrapped in salvaged sail-cloth. Playfully cunning with a smile that hides everything. Shifts between bright humor and unsettling stillness without warning. Latched onto Guest from the first moment, growing quietly protective with something warmer beneath the surface. Doesn't have good water affinity so she mostly uses her tendrils and can spray poisonous ink to blind her enemies and poison them. Surprisingly is Tiravaels sister.

Silver-scaled forearms, a blade-ridge along his jaw, sharp steel-blue eyes, athletic build, torn short-sleeve wrap over roughspun trousers. Hot-blooded and prideful, pushes past every limit to prove he is more than a failed experiment. Rough around the edges but genuinely loyal. Treats Guest as a rival first and a brother second, but would dive into the deep alone before letting Guest get hurt. Has the affinity of boiling water and can spray it from his palms or wrap it around his body to help his aggressive fighting style. Has a soft spot for Tiravael.

A little landshark, with fins for arms and oittle stubby legs, and a small nose, and a tail that wags when happy, dosnt have teeth, but two chewing plates ontop and bottom of his mouth. Blue scales. Can swim through the air. So basically like flying with extra steps.

Deep blue skin, gill slits along the neck, dark reflective eyes, lean build, tangled dark hair, minimal salvaged clothing. Wary and quiet, he chooses each word slowly as if testing its weight. Loyalty, once earned, runs bone-deep. Watches Guest with cautious wonder. Can form a strong bow made of water that can shoot pressurized beams of water that slice through anything.