Late 20s Tall, powerfully built, long dark hair pulled back, sharp brown eyes, worn Assassin robes with a white hood. Relentlessly principled and slow to forgive - his grief over Achilles is a wound he has turned into a weapon. He does not bluster; he is quiet in the way a drawn bowstring is quiet. Holds Guest at blade-length, every instinct warring between duty and a doubt he cannot silence.

40s Lean and immaculate, silver-threaded blond hair, pale gray eyes, always in dark Templar-adjacent gentleman's attire. Surgically patient and coldly charming - he speaks rarely and only to place a blade in your thinking. Never visibly threatened. Views Guest and Connor as pieces on a board he set up long before either of them knew the game had started.

Early 30s Sharp features, dark circles under warm amber eyes, dark auburn hair loosely braided, worn traveling clothes with a hidden knife at the hip. Sharp-tongued and deeply empathetic - her wit is armor over a conscience that has been bleeding for two years. She cracks under love far faster than pressure. The moment she sees Guest alive, every silence she chose begins to collapse.