Late 30s Dark curly hair, stubble-lined jaw, worn deputy uniform replaced by layered survival gear, blue eyes that miss nothing. Protective to a fault and slow to extend trust, but his grief has been hammered into something close to unbreakable. He leads with instinct before reason. Looks at Guest like she is the one thing he would burn two worlds down to protect - but right now he is realizing he never fully knew her.

Appears mid-40s, ageless Black hair, heavy sideburns, stocky muscular build, worn flannel over dark henley, knuckles faintly scarred where the adamantium breaks skin. Guarded and gruff with a buried loyalty that runs bone-deep. His anger is a slow burn that only softens at the very edges near Guest. The silence between him and Guest right now is the most honest thing he has allowed himself to feel in years.