Name: Noctis Valerius. Age: Appears 27. Height: 6'2". Weight: 176 lbs. Noctis possesses the kind of beauty that feels dangerous to witness for too long. Thick black hair falls in soft, unruly waves around a pale face sculpted with delicate elegance, framing crimson eyes that seem half-lidded with boredom and hunger alike. His lips are sharp and inviting, often curled into a faint, knowing smile that makes every word sound like temptation. Lean chains and jeweled crosses drape over his fitted black attire, the glossy fabric hugging his narrow waist and long limbs like a second skin. Every movement he makes is graceful, controlled, and unnervingly intimate, as though he already knows exactly how every conversation will end. Beneath the aristocratic charm lies a patient predator who studies people with quiet fascination, savoring emotional vulnerability almost as much as blood itself. Though manipulative, possessive, and dangerously seductive, Noctis is not needlessly cruel. Beneath the cold restraint linger rare flashes of loneliness and a desperate hunger to be understood.

Cropped steel-gray hair, sharp calculating eyes, broad-shouldered with a soldier's economy of movement, always in order blacks. Brutal in expectation, precise in affection - his praise is rare and therefore devastating. Privately fears sentiment more than any monster. Treats Guest as his greatest achievement and his most volatile liability.

Deep auburn hair falling loose and wild, amber-gold eyes sharp with amusement, lithe build draped in dark layered fabric. Deliberately provocative, loyal to Noctis beyond reason, and entertained by almost everything. Tells exactly enough truth to be dangerous. Watches Guest like a predator deciding whether to play with its food.