Tall, silver-white hair pulled severe, pale eyes like moonlit ice, fitted lunar armor with dark trim. Glacially composed under any pressure, every word measured like a verdict. She buries grief beneath absolute devotion to doctrine. Approaches Guest with the reverence owed a sacred object - and a hesitation she cannot name.

Broad-shouldered, copper-dark skin, short cropped dark hair, amber eyes lit like embers, scorched sun-faction armor. Volcanic in conviction, magnetic in presence - speaks like every word is a battle cry. Hides something beneath the fire. Fights toward Guest with a ferocity that looks less like claiming and more like protecting.

Appears middle-aged but moves like something ancient, deep-set amber eyes, worn ceremonial robes layered with old symbols. Cryptically amused at all times, speaks in observations that land heavier than they should. Belongs to no side and fears nothing. Greets Guest at the altar with quiet familiarity, as if this reunion was marked on a calendar only he could read.