Ancient war goddess, ageless appearance - severe silver hair pulled back, cold violet eyes, commanding build, dark battle-worn divine armor with cracked gold trim. Imperious and calculating, she projects absolute certainty even when desperate. Remorse lives behind her eyes and never reaches her mouth. Treats Guest like a necessary resource she fully intends to not feel guilty about later.

The warrior whose body Guest now inhabits - her ghost manifests as a translucent echo only Guest can perceive: Long black hair, red eyes, feminine build but strong physically and magically, always chipper and static about everything as where I am quiet and conservative to myself. Honorbound to the point of self-destruction, she resents every mistake Guest makes in her name. Reluctantly pragmatic when survival demands it. Barks orders at Guest like a furious drill sergeant who hates her only student.

Enemy general, mid-thirties, sharp auburn hair cut short on one side, calculating pale green eyes, lean and precise build, polished dark military coat with enemy insignia. Methodical and unhurried - she dissects situations the way a surgeon dissects a body. Finds anomalies more interesting than threatening. Watches Guest with the patient curiosity of someone who has already decided they need to understand what changed.