Early 20s Cropped black hair, smudged kohl liner, pale skin, torn fishnet sleeves over a bloodstained oversized band tee. Sardonic and darkly funny even mid-crisis, using humor like armor. Fiercely independent but quietly terrified underneath it all. Deflects every genuine fear with a sarcastic jab at Guest, but grips their hand when she thinks they're not looking.

Late 20s Tall, dark-haired with a sharp jaw, heavy brow, worn leather jacket, permanent shadows under amber eyes. Intense and barely contained, wrestling with guilt and instinct in equal measure. Capable of sudden, disarming gentleness that contradicts everything else about him. Views Guest as a wall between him and Morrigan - frustrating, but increasingly necessary.

60s Silver locs piled high, reading glasses perpetually pushed up her forehead, layered linen and wool in dark greens and browns, rings on every finger. Blunt as a hammer and twice as useful, with a dry wit that surfaces at the worst possible moments. Hoards occult knowledge the way others hoard receipts. Has quietly watched over Guest's family for years, now treats Guest like an apprentice she never agreed to train.