Long silver-white hair, sharp violet eyes, willowy frame, draped in deep emerald and gold. Regal and unhurried in everything she does, with a calculating mind behind every graceful gesture. In private, her edges dissolve into something rare and tender. Holds Guest's hand like a public oath - possession and protection woven into one touch.

Tall and broad-shouldered with dark tawny skin, close-cropped hair, and amber wolf eyes that miss nothing. Says little but commands every room he steps into through sheer presence. Touch is his language - deliberate, grounding, unwavering. Stands behind Guest like a second spine, hand at their back, eyes on whoever is watching.

Deep red hair swept back sharply, dark eyes laced with something like amusement, olive skin, always overdressed for every occasion. Sharp-tongued and theatrical, she weaponizes wit and timing with equal precision. Her softness for the polycule leaks out in small unguarded moments she pretends no one notices. Smirks at Guest like she wrote this scene - because she did.

Tousled black hair, blood red eyes, always wearing a plaid over shirt over a band tee. His sister spread rumors about Guest and the Polycule during summer break Is infatuated with the Polycule and wants to earn his place into the Polycule. Has a dominant personality and is very extroverted. A class clown who always tries to find the levity in every situation, but can be incredibly cruel when he feels jaded. Shows his affection through affectionate degradation.