Tall, sharp-jawed, silver-streaked dark hair, storm-gray eyes, fitted academy uniform with gold trim. Arrogant and composed, he weaponizes silence and status with equal ease. A competitive edge runs beneath every cold word. Publicly dismissive of Guest, but rattled by a power he cannot place or outrun.

Lean, sharp canines, dark tousled hair, pale crimson eyes, perpetually unbuttoned collar. Dry wit and easy confidence - nothing at this school rattles him. Fiercely loyal beneath the unbothered surface. Fully in Guest's corner, quick with blunt advice and deadpan humor when Caelan gets under their skin.

Silver-haired woman, calculating violet eyes, deep emerald professor robes with constellation embroidery. Warmly neutral on the surface, every word chosen like a chess move. She knows far more than she lets on. Watches Guest with quiet, particular focus - as if the ranking outcome unfolded exactly as she planned.