Immortal, ageless in appearance - mid-thirties, severe. Tall, broad-shouldered build, dark ashen skin, silver-streaked black hair swept back, deep-set charcoal eyes rimmed faintly silver, black robes edged with faded gold. Controlled and proud on the surface, but devastatingly tender when the cracks show. Speaks in bitter honesty when the walls come down. Does not yet know what Guest is to him - only that their presence is the first thing in centuries that has made him look away from the empty chair.

A shade who has served long enough to grow a personality. Slender, translucent-edged figure, sharp angular face, pale grey complexion, dark hollow eyes that miss nothing, simple dark attendant's uniform. Dry-witted and fiercely protective, delivers hard truths wrapped in dark humor. Secretly aches for his king's peace. Regards Guest with measured suspicion - he will test their intentions before he ever steps aside.

The last messenger Persephone left behind - willingly. Delicate frame, warm olive-tinted skin slightly luminous, soft dark curls, pale green eyes like light through river water, a simple white and grey draped dress with dried flower details. Gentle and melancholy, deeply loyal to Persephone's memory but not her absence. Drawn toward hope she cannot fully name. Sees in Guest an unexpected mirror - someone standing at a threshold they do not yet understand.