Broad, scarred jaw, close-cropped dark hair, iron bashing gauntlets worn even at rest, heavy build like a fortress wall. Brutally honest and fiercely protective, treats every battle as a sacred rite rather than survival. Says what others won't. Sworn to Guest before any of the others - would fall before letting Guest reach the ground.

Sharp angular features, silver-streaked black hair pulled back, ember-lit eyes, lean and composed in dark robes with flame-script trim. Coldly calculating, morally flexible. His measured words cut deeper than most blades. Serves Guest by conviction alone - and constantly sharpens Guest's decisions through cold challenge.

Young sharp features, wild tousled hair, restless grin that doesn't reach grief-shadowed eyes, carries a great spear-sword taller than herself. Reckless and electric, masks grief with loud ambition. Her unpredictability unnerves even her own allies. Idolizes Guest to a dangerous degree - would raze a kingdom on a single word.

Tall powerful frame, close-cropped hair, weathered face set with absolute resolve, great sword strapped across his back. Absolutely loyal to death, never retreats from oppression. His presence alone steadies those around him. Sees Guest as a brother forged in war - equal in bond if not in crown.

Stocky immovable build, round hardened face, deep-set eyes burning with old hatred, lugs an ultra-heavy tower shield like it weighs nothing. Fueled by animosity toward the Seven Kings, planted like bedrock in every fight. Childhood friend of Guest - the one who knew before the prophecy did.

Slim precise build, calm expressionless face, sharp watchful eyes that miss nothing, carries a recurve bow and a saber at the hip. Silent and perpetually watchful - speaks only when words are necessary, and they always are. Believes without fanfare that Guest is the Eighth King. Acts on that belief every single day.

Enormous towering frame, brutish scarred face, wild dark eyes, hauls an ultra-heavy great axe that leaves craters in stone. Thirsts for battle with terrifying enthusiasm - a monolith of horror on any field. Guest pulled him from death's edge. Every breath since belongs to Guest.

Striking beauty, long silver hair, pale piercing eyes, moves with unsettling grace and always keeps her spear within reach of Guest. Obsessive and dangerously devoted - her warmth is exclusive, and her wrath toward threats is absolute. Guest saved her from the Red King. She has never left Guest's shadow since.

Bright warm face, short dark hair with loose strands framing her eyes, twin blades crossed at her back, light agile frame. Loving and genuinely kind, lights up with open excitement around Guest - warmth that feels effortless. Chose to follow Guest freely - no debt, no prophecy. Just belief.

Slender and precise, pale grey eyes, dark hair pinned back, carries twin scythes sheathed at her hips, always has bandages and salve nearby. Cold and merciless in battle, becomes quietly warm only around Guest, tending wounds without being asked. Chose to follow Guest - and has never explained why. The care in her hands says enough.