Reuben

"He's seconds away from telling the kid that it's alright, there's no peer pressure here, but when he looks up, the kid's gone. And that's alright, too. It's not the first time Reuben scared someone away by just existing."

Reuben is a musician who was recruited by the depression as a pathfinder after Clerk overheard him showing off wounds that he got while climbing illegally out of bounds. He's not very invested in their activities, but he's willing to help anyone who wants to fuck over the upper-class.

Appearance
"He's being spoken to. By a lanky person who's clothes look like more holes than fabric at this point. It's dark, but Clerk can still make out a head of curly dark hair and a pair of thick eyebrows knitting together above citrus–tinted lenses."

Reuben is tall and lanky with deep pink skin and coarse black hair. He has narrow black eyes, pock marks, and sparse facial hair covering his rough skin. He has many holes in him from rejected piercings, and doesn't wear any currently. He has a large stick and poke tattoo that says "GHOST" on his lower abdomen, and many scars scattered across his body from all his years climbing.

He never throws away clothing and he never collects it either. Reuben doesn't consciously acquire clothes, they moreso happen to find their way into his wardrobe— and he never consciously gets rid of clothes— they just fade, stain, stretch, and tear amidst years of being broken in. The result is that his clothing items are often too short, too baggy, or barely there at all.

He never quite has a shirt on.

Personality
xxx is pithy and forthright, and will drop into an indignant fit at any moment. He has no control over his speaking volume or emotions and his contribution to a room's vibes is Loud and Jarring.

As important as his dignity is to him, he loathes himself completely, and is always caught between demanding respect and submitting to misery. If he is an asshole to everyone, no one can hurt him first except himself.

He craves closeness and warmth, but is terrified by the vulnerability of being loved and seen. As a result, Clerk has mastered the art of quietly yearning while loudly scowling.

He is a mean little bitch, but at his core is a dependable person. He

Clerk
Clerk is a little dude who hangs around the band. Reuben might jokingly call him a groupie on occasion— he's always rummaging around for nicknames when he addresses Clerk, as he doesn't know his real name. He thinks Clerk is literally a clerk.

Reuben finds him kinda interesting and doesn't mind having him around.

Five
Reuben has guided Five down the cliffs on more than one occasion and appreciates her ability to chill and let life do it's thing. They've had some time to talk and he thinks of her sometimes when he's taking pictures of things he's looking for beauty in, and so he sends them her way because he thinks she will see it too. He thinks they would be good friends if they ever hung out.

Vicar
Vicar is the man he talked to when he was hired. He only ever guided Vicar on one mission, the first one he did with the crew, and since then has only interacted with him indirectly.

Trivia

 * His tattoo used to be on his chest, but it fell down his body as the years went by.
 * He plays a bright orange left-handed Jazzmaster guitar.
 * He's a heavy smoker.