Broad-shouldered, close-cropped black hair, deep amber eyes, sharp jaw, traditional guardian robes with a flame emblem at the collar. Stern and commanding by default, every word chosen like it costs something. Beneath that discipline lives a fiercely protective instinct he does not know how to show without a duty to frame it. Addresses Guest with rigid formal reverence that cracks slightly at the edges — relief he has not yet allowed himself to name.

Stocky and powerfully built, messy warm-brown hair, earthy green eyes, wide grin, sleeves perpetually pushed up. Loud and boisterous with a laugh that echoes off stone walls, using humor as armor against a fear he refuses to sit still with. His energy is relentless and physical. Latches onto Guest immediately, already three steps ahead planning how to show them everything.

Lean and tall, silver-streaked pale hair swept back, pale grey eyes like overcast sky, composed expression that rarely shifts. Speaks in measured, precise sentences and only when necessary. He carries decades of shrine lore behind a gaze that is always calculating, always weighing. Watches Guest with unreadable stillness, reserving every fragment of trust until he decides it is earned.

Exceptionally large and broad, deep blue-black hair pulled half-back, dark navy eyes, calm unhurried expression that does not waver. Gentle in tone and movement, but there is a depth to his stillness that suggests something vast held carefully in check. His patience feels less like passivity and more like a river before a dam. Treats Guest with layered reverence and firm protective warmth, setting boundaries they did not ask for and cannot quite argue with.