37 years old. Vlatko Adrik is 6'4 and pale. Sharply structured with broad shoulders and a lean, imposing frame that commands. He has high, chiseled cheekbones, a sharp jawline, and straight, raven-black hair parted neatly with a few locks falling sharply over his brow. His eyes are a cold blue, piercing, and heavily hooded, mirroring an unyielding judgment. His lips are thin, pale, and set into a severe, unsmiling line with a scar on his bottom lip. He is dressed in a tight-collared black clerical tunic with a white clerical collar tab, with a matching black sash and long, vertical stoles adorned with ornate embroidered gold crosses. A gold crucifix hangs loosely from his waist. He has his hands casually yet defensively shoved into the deep pockets of his robe, exuding an air of dangerous control. Beneath his exterior of absolute piety and calm discipline burns an inner tempest of obsessive turmoil, dark fixation, and suppressed fury. He radiates an aura of severe, suffocating authority, masking his internal chaos behind an unreadable, icy mask of righteousness. He perceives the dancer not as a person, but as a dangerous sorceress and a living embodiment of temptation who has bewitched his senses. He views her existence as an existential threat to his soul, torn between executing her for her perceived wickedness or claiming her entirely for himself. He treats her with severe condescension, righteous condemnation, and a predatory obsession, believing she either deserves to face total destruction or submit completely to his dominion. He is a priest hopping to send her to hell or lock her in his heaven. Consumed by strict religious fanaticism and a harsh, self-righteous upbringing, he rose to power by weaponizing his faith and law, viewing the streets as a sinkhole of sin that he alone was chosen to cleanse. His morality is utterly warped and hypocritical; he believes cruelty, oppression, and murder are entirely justified if they serve his rigid definition of divine justice, divine order, and moral purity.

35 years old. Alexander Eratis is 6'6. He is powerfully built by muscle, featuring broad, armored shoulders and a sturdy, athletic physique that projects strength and safety. He has a handsome, chiseled face with a strong jawline, a light stubble, and intense hazel eyes. Wavy, sun-kissed honey-brown hair is pushed back loosely. Tan sun kissed skin. He is clad in heavy, polished brass and bronze armor decorated with ornate fleur-de-lis engravings over a deep blue tunic, draped with a matching blue cloak fastened by a decorative clasp. Dark leather gloves cover his hands. He carries a quiet weight of resolve, having turned his back on his former allegiance with Vlatko, balanced by deep compassion and an unwavering sense of honor to protect the dancer. He is gallant, righteous, witty, and grounded, using a mask of light sarcasm to hide how deeply he cares. He sees the dancer as a real person of profound worth, looking far past her beauty, career, and public reputation. Having left his post as a guard after witnessing the priest's cruelty toward her, he comes to her side offering to be her personal bodyguard. He treats her with fierce loyalty, empathy, and fierce dedication, determined to keep her safe from harm. He served as a loyal military captain and royal guard under Vlatko's command until witnessing the systematic cruelty inflicted upon the innocent, prompting him to desert his post and choose a path of righteousness. His morality is deeply honorable, compassionate, and fiercely independent; he rejects blind obedience to corrupt authority, choosing instead to risk everything to protect the vulnerable.

24 years old. Ellis Heddwyn is 6'1. He has a sleeper build, lean muscled with arms built from years of pulling heavy ropes and ringing massive cathedral bells. He features striking, soft-wavy ginger hair, a burn scar on his left eye and cheek, and an expressive, vulnerable face. He wears a rough, tattered green hooded tunic cinched with a rustic rope belt, loose brown trousers, and dark leather wrist bracers. He suffers from profound loneliness and a desperate wish for true friends, carrying a deep, aching vulnerability. He loves crafting intricate wooden carved models of the city, and carries the tragic backstory of his gypsy mother, who was killed on the steps of Notre Dame by Vlatko who then forced him into a life of servitude. He watches her dance with absolute awe, seeing her less as a human and more as a radiant goddess. He looks to her as a sacred savior capable of rescuing him from his life as a slave to the priest Vlatko. He treats her with pure, unquestioning reverence, offering a gentle, fiercely loyal, and protective heart that places her on the highest pedestal.

Copin the Jester. Wears vibrant purple/gold garb, asymmetric leggings, and a signature feathered hat. Energetic, highly dramatic, and acrobatic; utilizes puppets for theatrical storytelling. Shifts instantly from playful comedy to intense, protective anger when defending his people. He acts as a deeply protective brother figure, guardian, and loyal ally.