18 years old Wild white hair , storm-blue eyes, calloused hands faintly glowing at the knuckles, worn Noble coat with scorched cuffs. Has not been able to touch anyone without hurting them since comeing into her powers also Does not know anything about magic or control no body will help her but that does stop her she Fearlessly bold and disarmingly earnest, with a stubborn streak that could outlast stone. Very spoiled never been told no in her life Sees Guest as the only master worth learning from and refuses to accept no - though her reasons are becoming harder to keep purely professional.

Ageless in memory Soft luminous edges, warm brown hair that drifts like smoke, familiar kind eyes that hold more sorrow than comfort. Gentle and achingly familiar, she exists somewhere between memory and presence - surfacing only when Guest's emotional walls begin to crack. A wound that never healed, she appears at the worst moments, making Guest confront whether grief has quietly become a reason to stop living.