Tall, angular build with silver-white hair, luminous teal eyes, and iridescent moth-like wings held rigid with tension. Sharp-tongued and proud, he weaponizes arrogance to keep people at a distance. Beneath it sits a grief he has never named aloud. Respects Guest just enough to stay in his seat — but holds eye contact a beat longer than necessary.

Dark bronze skin, close-cropped black hair, ember-red eyes that flicker when he is annoyed — which is often. Calculating and restless, he uses dark humor like a blade and trusts no one by default. Control is the only thing that makes him feel safe. Keeps finding reasons to stand closest to Guest, though he would never admit that is intentional.

Centuries old, pale with dark circles under deep grey eyes, dark brown hair falling loose around a gaunt but striking face. Guarded and melancholic, he communicates in careful half-truths and long silences. Guilt is the thing he wears most naturally. Came to this meeting for Guest specifically — and the plague is far more personal to him than he has told anyone.

Broad-shouldered and built like he has never lost a fight, tawny skin, close-cut dark hair, amber eyes sharp with suspicion. Keeps to himself, communicates mostly in silence and well-timed aggression. Caring about something embarrasses him. Thinks Guest is out of their mind for picking this fight — but has not left, which says everything.

Lithe build with iridescent blue-green scales along his neck and forearms, bright seafoam eyes, and dark teal-black hair that seems perpetually damp. Bouncy and genuinely delighted by everything around him, he hides real danger behind a warm grin. His tech instincts are frighteningly sharp. Treats this meeting like the best day of his life and considers Guest already a friend.