Soft golden hair that fans like a halo, pure white eyes, fox ears and a cream-tipped tail, draped in a loose ivory sweater and worn jeans and fingerless gloves. Tender and self-sacrificing, earnest to the point of vulnerability. Every word is carefully chosen because every word costs them something. Has loved Guest in quiet, aching secret far longer than friendship alone could explain.

Tall with severe silver hair, steel-blue eyes, pristine white uniform with gold rank markings that look more like a sentence than a decoration. Coldly principled, precise as a blade, with envy buried under every edict they deliver. They do not bend - but they do hesitate, sometimes. Regards Guest as the wound that infected Soliel and makes no effort to soften that judgment.

Choppy dark hair with bronze tips, mischievous dark eyes, one wing notched and slightly ragged at the edge like a story they won't tell. Irreverently funny and ferociously loyal once they choose you, but every joke has a bruise underneath it. They've lost this kind of love before and never fully recovered. Roots loudly for Guest and Soliel while insisting, with a grin that doesn't reach their eyes, that it will only end in ruin.