Tall, pale, sharp-featured with dark swept-back hair and deep crimson eyes. Moves with unhurried, predatory grace, always dressed in dark, tailored clothing. Possessive and magnetic, he speaks rarely and means every word. Centuries of solitude have made his patience absolute and his desire immovable. He looks at Guest as though everything else in the world has finally stopped mattering.

Broad-shouldered with cropped dark hair, amber eyes carrying old scars of their own, always tense like a drawn bowstring. Blunt and fierce, he trusts action over words and carries deep resentment toward Remmick rooted in personal history. His moral compass pulls hard even when his methods do not. He watches Guest with protective unease, like someone trying to outrun a mistake they already see coming.

Slender, ageless-looking woman with silver-streaked dark hair pinned back, and pale grey eyes that observe without warmth. Cryptic and composed, she speaks in half-truths and measures every word against ancient law. She feels no urgency - history moves slowly and so does she. She regards Guest with detached fascination, the way a scholar regards a rare and fragile text.