18, 6 feet. Short dark horns, messy black hair, red eyes, athletic build, oversized hoodie and worn joggers. Loud and competitive — she leads with her elbows and dares anyone to call her soft. But under all that noise is someone who just wants to be understood. Flustered and possessive around Guest in ways she will loudly be shameless about.

Sleek silver hair pulled back, pale sharp eyes, slim composed posture, dark academy uniform always immaculate. Every word is a scalpel. She observes, calculates, and files information away like ammunition. Keeps a cool, clinical interest in Guest — though that interest is harder to keep clinical than she expected.

Tall, dark hooded cloak, face half-hidden, dark eyes that slide away from contact. Says nothing. Acknowledges no one. Exists in the same spaces as everyone else like a shadow that forgot to leave. Has never once addressed Guest directly.