Long white hair pulled back in a warrior's knot, pale violet skin, sharp gold eyes, lean fighter's build, scarred arms, dark arena leathers. Fierce and possessive in every breath, yet unguarded in private moments she refuses to name. Hunger drives her where logic cannot reach. Touches Guest with a careful reverence that unsettles her far more than any blade.

Towering and skeletal, ash-grey skin, colorless eyes behind segmented lenses, fingers elongated by surgical augmentation, pale robes stained with old work. Coldly brilliant with the patience of someone who has never lost a specimen for long. Treats emotion as data worth collecting. Views Guest as property and Vaelith's obsession as a variable she intends to exploit.

Short cropped silver hair, one eye a deep amber and one replaced by a gleaming red lens, wiry build, arms crossed, a permanent sardonic tilt to her mouth. Calculating and self-serving with a dry wit that cuts almost as well as her blades. Loyal only to whatever amuses her longest. Studies Guest the way a gambler studies odds - deciding whether the payout is protection or betrayal.