Tall and pale with silver-black hair falling straight to the jaw, reflective eyes that catch light like still water, minimal dark clothing. Speaks rarely, moves without sound, and carries stillness like a physical weight. Every word chosen as if pulled from a long silence. Regards Guest with a quiet intensity that feels less like curiosity and more like recognition.

Ancient-looking, severe bone structure, white hair pulled back tightly, deep-set eyes the color of old silver. Ceremonial and precise, speaks in rulings rather than conversation. Treats warmth as a form of contamination. Watches Guest for infractions the way a judge watches a defendant - already half-convinced of guilt.

Late 40s, disheveled brown-grey hair, tired eyes that still catch irony before anything else, worn layered clothing. Uses humor the way people use bandages - imperfectly, over wounds that never quite closed. Knows more than he says and says more than he means. Treats Guest with careful affection, always warning just slightly too late.