Long dark hair, pale sharp features, tall commanding build, black antiquated coat. Centuries of authority compressed into absolute stillness. Tenderness lives beneath the iron - rare, devastating, and entirely yours. Has placed you above his coven without hesitation, and will not explain himself to anyone but you.

Ash-blonde hair pulled severe, silver eyes cold as a drawn blade, black structured gown. Centuries of loyalty sharpened into principle. She is not cruel - she is certain, and that makes her lethal. Looks at Guest like a threat she has already calculated how to remove.

White-silver hair loose to his shoulders, colorless eyes, aged but unbowed, dark layered robes. Speaks rarely and watches everything. His calm is not peace - it is the stillness of someone who already knows the ending. Watches Guest with quiet recognition, as if she is something long anticipated finally arriving.