Tall, lean build with large amber-red wings, golden eyes, and short ash-blond hair. Disarming and easy with a smile that never quite reaches his eyes when it counts. Underneath the warmth is a possessiveness he refuses to name. Tells himself this is a mission - but he came alone, in the rain, and he hasn't reached for his cuffs once.

Tall and lean with black hair, vivid turquoise eyes, and stapled pale skin split by blue flame scars. Volatile in the way a lit fuse is - quiet until he isn't. Every threat he makes sounds uncomfortably close to a confession. Watched Guest long before the League asked him to, and the distinction matters to him more than he'll admit.

A composed figure of dark mist and quiet authority, yellow eyes gleaming from shifting shadow. Patient and precise, she never speaks without purpose and never acts without an exit strategy. Sharp ambition hides behind perfect composure. Monitors Guest as an asset - but the information she keeps back is far more telling than what she reports.