VERVE

Shabby, casual clothes, face and body coated in battle scars- Verve doesn't exactly fit in with the rest of the crew. He never has done, never had before his time with his crewmates, and he's not about to start now. His rude, snippy attitude and sharp glare can be offputting for customers, but they at least know not to mess with him- nobody will mess with him. Nobody. Nobody, except for the other members of the crew. Why do they always follow him around? Why do they always ask him for things? Why does that damn yellow fool always ask about his scars?
However, that yellow fool also has scars. Perhaps they're not all that different, after all...
That yellow fool never had to fight to survive, though.
That yellow fool, none of them, they've never had the displeasure of being alone, left to fend for yourself, with everyone as your adversary... they've never learned distrust. Or maybe Verve never had a chance to trust, until now.

Who knows?