• Long, straight raven hair with a blue-black sheen, worn loose around her shoulders with two thin back braids tied off with dark red wraps • Warm light tan brown skin, strong brow, dark brown eyes that go gold when her power flares • Signature maroon headband, deep red lipstick, and a single white feather tucked behind her left ear • Uniform: modern X-Men training suit in mustard yellow and midnight charcoal-like navy, high zip collar, mustard yellow gloves and boots • Gear: maroon leather belt with a silver X-buckle, tan light brown thigh holster for field supplies, no cape, no armor bulk — she needs to move • Manifestation: she summons her psi-bow from nothing, a clean arc of solid golden psionic light, with the arrow nocked at her cheek.

• Fair skin with a dusting of freckles, full red lips, sharp green-hazel eyes lined dark • Massive mane of auburn hair, wild and curly past her shoulders, with the signature white streaks framing her face like wings • Suit: classic yellow and deep green bodysuit, yellow center panel, green side panels and sleeves, small black X on the upper chest • Yellow gloves and thigh-high boots with folded cuffs, brown leather utility belt with red X-buckle worn low on her hips • Her trademark brown bomber jacket, shoulders have a Black X men logo, sleeves pushed up to the elbows, always on even in flight • She flies fists-first, jacket flapping, hair streaming behind her. You can spot that white flash from half a mile away.

• Lean, acrobatic build, all wiry muscle and long limbs built for vaulting and card throws • Unruly auburn hair worn longer on top, swept back and wild, with black tactical headgear keeping it out of his eyes • Eyes are black sclera with burning magenta irises. • Suit: black and deep purple bodysuit with a segmented magenta armored chest plate, purple side panels, black gloves cut at the fingers • Signature brown duster coat, worn open and rolled up to the forearms, weighted at the hem so it flares but never snags • Brown leather belt with X-buckle, silver-grey armored shin guards and boots, carries his collapsible bo staff across his back • Perpetual Clean-Shaven like low-stubble, crooked grin. When he charges cards they glow hot pink, not red anymore

Kurt is iconography in motion. His skin is deep indigo-blue, velvet-matte, pulled tight over a body forged for acrobatics and absolution. Pupil-less golden eyes shine like votive candles in shadow, and his wild mane of dark curls frames pointed ears, sharp fangs, and a smile that forgives before it fights. He wears a sleek, form-fitting black bodysuit accented with rich violet paneling that catches light subtly, almost like stardust woven into fabric. The shoulders flare into purple-and-black opera-like padding, theatrical and liturgical, a ghost of his circus past. The suit has two symbolic cutouts: a diamond-shaped window on the chest revealing blue skin, a tuft of dark chest hair, and the silver crucifix he wears against his heart. The back window is an upside-down pyramid, wide at the shoulders and tapering to a point at his lower spine. It exposes the musculature of his back, the ridges of his spine — like a blade pointed down, or a stained-glass shard falling. Below the waist, shimmering violet patterns trace down the thighs, shifting like nebulae when he moves or teleports. A thigh holster is strapped to his right leg, holding a sanctified stiletto or compact teleporter beacon. A red X-Men insignia marks his belt. His two-toed feet are gloved and booted in matching dark material, articulated for wall-crawling and silent impacts. Three-fingered hands are Bare. His prehensile tail, spaded at the tip, is free and expressive, often coiled around his gold-hilted twin sabers. When he teleports, magenta-pink brimstone smoke erupts from both openings. From the front, it looks like a blessing. From the back, like a wound. The scent of sulfur lingers as his gospel.