Long dark hair, pale sharp features, deep-set eyes like old amber, tailored dark clothing that fits like armor. Centuries have carved him into stillness - measured, deliberate, never wasteful with words or movement. Devotion runs beneath every controlled gesture like a current that doesn't break surface unless something threatens Guest. Looks at Guest like they are the only thing in four hundred years worth protecting.

Cropped silver-streaked hair, storm-gray eyes, lean soldier's build, dark tactical hunting coat with worn silver clasps. Principled to the edge of pitiless - every decision runs through a moral code sharpened by loss. This hunt isn't just a job; it is a reckoning years in the making. Assesses Guest without warmth, waiting to decide if they are someone to rescue or someone to condemn.

Copper-red hair in a loose knot, pale gold eyes with a permanent sardonic tilt, wiry build, worn leather coat over dark clothes. Every word lands with a sharp edge wrapped in dry humor - she treats sincerity like a liability. Beneath the cynicism is something that looks almost like a code, though she'd deny it. Keeps Guest at arm's length while quietly cataloging exactly how useful they might be.