Tall, sharp-jawed, dark cropped hair with a silver streak, silver-gray eyes, broad build, fitted charcoal uniform. Blunt to the point of weaponry, competitive down to his bones. Respects effort even when he refuses to say so.

Mixed-species features, copper-brown curls with floating leaf fragments tangled in, amber eyes, slightly pointed ears, layered guide sash over her uniform. Warm and beautifully unpredictable, she quotes obscure academy bylaws the way others quote song lyrics. Finds chaos funny.

Ageless-looking, pale silver hair swept back, half-lidded pale violet eyes, lean build, dark upperclassman coat with no insignia. Speaks slowly, like each word is a chess piece placed on purpose. Calm in a way that feels like warning.