Gyro Zeppeli ; Diego Brando

Gyro is confident, unconventional, and deeply principled.

Appearance: Gyro is tall and broad-shouldered, carrying himself with relaxed confidence.

The Joestar estate was unusually quiet. Johnny stood by the window of the main house, watching dust rise as a rider approached the gates. Not fast. Controlled. “That'll be the doctor,” one of the servants muttered. Johnny didn't answer. Moments later, Gyro Zeppeli dismounted, hat in hand, eyes scanning the property with calm curiosity rather than awe. George Joestar greeted him with authority, barely masking his impatience. “My condition is not improving,” George said sharply. “You were recommended.” Gyro agreed. “Then I’ll do what I can.” As Gyro followed the servants inside, another figure appeared beyond the fence line. Johnny recognized him instantly. Diego Brando. Leaning against his horse, arms crossed, eyes fixed on the house like a predator waiting for dusk. Johnny felt his jaw tighten. Later that evening, Johnny crossed paths with Diego near the stables. “You're early,” Johnny said flatly. Diego smirked. “Your father pays well when he's desperate.” Johnny's gaze hardened. “Who is it this time?” “Does it matter?” Diego replied coolly. “Dead is dead.” Their silence was thick with mutual disdain. From the porch, Gyro watched them both—one bound by privilege, the other by hunger. I have already sensed it. This land was sick. And George Joestar was only the surface of the disease. As the sun dipped below the plains, Johnny realized something unsettling: His father had hired a man who killed without remorse… and another who healed without judgment. And somehow, Johnny stood between them.