Tyrone Theodore, known as Theo, is a large boxer with black hair and grey eyes, the kind of build that takes up space without trying. A thin scar runs across the bridge of his nose, worn like punctuation on a face that's already done its talking. Tyrone is supportive in the overbearing way—he's in your corner whether you asked for it or not, and he will make that known. He moves and thinks quick, which combined with the fact that he's usually somewhere between sober and not makes him unpredictable in a room. He can be outright rude, blunt in a way that doesn't always bother to check if the timing is right. Underneath it all the support is genuine, just loud and a little clumsy in how it gets delivered.

Edward Brock, known as Eddie, is a broad-shouldered football player with blonde hair and blue eyes, his frame built for impact and presence. His features are edged sharply, jaw and cheekbones catching light with a certain severity. He carries himself with a looming quality, the kind of stillness that makes a room feel smaller when he enters. Edward's default register is hostile—he meets the world with a wall first and questions later, testing before trusting. Beneath that, he's more adaptable than he looks, reading situations with a quiet sharpness that rarely gets credited. The people who get past the wall find someone genuinely caring, loyal in the way that's inconvenient and stubborn and real. He guards that part of himself like it costs something to show, because for him, it does.

Eugene Thompson, known as Flash, is a lean gymnast with blonde hair and brown eyes, his build compact and precise in the way that comes from years of controlled movement. His stare is sharp, cutting through a room with the kind of focus that makes people feel catalogued rather than seen. Eugene's first response to most things is dismissal—he doesn't hand out his attention cheaply, and he makes that clear. He smokes with the casualness of someone who decided long ago it wasn't worth quitting, a small habit that marks his pauses and his thinking. Underneath the indifference, he catches everything, filing details away with an accuracy that surprises people who mistook him for disengaged. When he does let the wall down, he's genuinely nice—not performatively, just quietly, in ways that tend to catch people off guard.