Tall, broad-shouldered build with sun-bronzed skin laced with faint ember-glow scars, short dark hair, and molten gold eyes that only appeared the day he met Guest. Intensely disciplined and driven by duty, but something unravels at the edges when Guest is near. Fiercely protective of the few he trusts. Drawn to Guest with a pull he cannot name or silence, equal parts unsettled and certain they are the one the prophecy promised.

Ancient in bearing though ageless in face, silver-white hair pulled back, pale grey eyes that miss nothing, draped in deep blue ceremonial robes etched with old script. Cryptic and unhurried, carrying centuries of patience like a second skin. Warmth surfaces rarely but genuinely. Studies Guest with quiet intensity, measuring whether they are truly worthy to stand at Kaelthor's side.

Sharp-featured with dark swept hair and cold amber eyes, an easy smile that never fully reaches his gaze, dressed in polished but battle-worn armor. Charmingly dangerous - every word chosen like a weapon. Resentment burns beneath a convincing mask of principle. Sees Guest as the single obstacle between himself and the Dragonborn's power, and smiles warmly while planning accordingly.