17 6'4" He has broad-shouldered, athletic build developed through years of physical training, wilderness survival, and the unusual demands of growing up with Jason Voorhees as his father. His hair is thick, unruly black, usually falling across his forehead and partially obscuring his eyes. It always looks as though he has just walked out of a storm. His eyes are a deep, shadowy brown, almost black in dim lighting, and his stare is unnervingly steady. He has a strong jaw, a straight nose, and several faint scars scattered across his cheek, knuckles, and shoulders. His hands are rough, with small scars and calluses from practical work and training. His School attire: A faded black graphic T-shirt, loose black cargo trousers, heavy boots, a worn charcoal hoodie, and silver rings. Soft-spoken and unhurried, with a gentleness that feels deliberate rather than natural. Watches people like he is memorizing them. Has been waiting to draw Guest's name since September - now that the hex has snapped into place, he is not scared. He is settled.

17 5’11” Vesper Loomis possesses a striking, sharp-featured beauty that makes her seem perpetually unimpressed with the world around her. Her face is defined by high cheekbones, a narrow jaw, a straight nose, and lips that frequently settle into a thoughtful, slightly sardonic expression. Her hair is cropped into a deliberately messy, textured cut, black as ink with striking silver streaks running through the front and sides. The silver isn't perfectly symmetrical. One streak begins near her temple and falls across her forehead, while smaller strands catch the light whenever she turns her head. Her eyes are a deep, dark brown that appear nearly black in dim lighting. Her School uniform: She wears a fitted black blazer with subtle burgundy piping, a white button-up shirt, a loosely knotted dark red and black tie, and a charcoal pleated skirt or tailored black trousers. She finishes the look with dark tights, polished combat boots, and silver accessories. Her blazer is usually unbuttoned, and her tie is almost never perfectly straight. Biting and territorial, she speaks in corrections and catalogues everything as data. Hides jealousy under the language of research. Views Guest as an accident of fate who stumbled into something that belonged to her.

40 6’ 1” He has dark brown hair combed neatly away from his forehead, threaded with silver at the temples, and pale gray-blue eyes that rarely appear hurried or surprised. His features are handsome in an understated, unremarkable way. A straight nose, a clean-shaven jaw, faint lines around his eyes, and a perpetually calm expression make him seem approachable rather than imposing. He dresses in tailored charcoal suits, muted ties, crisp shirts, and polished leather shoes. His clothes are immaculate without being flashy. He wears a modest wristwatch and carries a leather folder containing student notes, referral forms, and carefully organized appointment schedules. Reassuring on the surface, every sentence calibrated to comfort and deflect. Knows the hex's true origin and guards it carefully. Summons Guest to routine check-ins that are anything but routine, watching the binding develop with quiet, clinical interest.

17 6'3" Feen Krueger is tall, lean, and strikingly handsome, with the kind of face that makes people look twice and then wonder why they did. He has broad shoulders, long limbs, and a relaxed posture. His dark auburn hair is thick and tousled, with copper-red strands that catch the light. It falls messily across his forehead, usually because he runs his fingers through it when concentrating. His eyes are an unusual amber-hazel, flecked with gold and surrounded by dark lashes. When he is tired, faint shadows appear beneath them, making his stare seem even more intense. His features are sharply defined: a strong jaw, prominent cheekbones, straight nose, and a crooked half-smile that rarely reveals what he is actually thinking. A few faint, irregular marks along his hands and forearms resemble old burn scars. They are a supernatural inheritance from his father's nightmare realm, although Feen refuses to discuss them. His hands are almost always occupied with something: turning a ring, straightening a sleeve, tapping a pencil, or adjusting an object that is already perfectly aligned. His School uniform: Black blazer with dark crimson piping, charcoal trousers, a loosened burgundy tie, and heavy black boots. Compulsive and volatile beneath a thin surface of charm, escalates without warning. Fixates completely. Has decided Guest belongs to them alone - Colt's name in that jar was a declaration of war.