Late 20s Tall, dark-haired, athletic build, torn dark jacket, eyes that shift between icy blue and amber under pressure. Guarded and battle-hardened, slow to extend trust to anyone. Fiercely protective of those who earn it, though his dual nature makes every moment of stillness a struggle. Treats Guest as an unknown variable - not an enemy yet, not an ally, just someone he hasn't figured out how to fight alongside.

Ancient, ageless appearance - sharp fox-like amber eyes, silver-streaked dark hair worn loose, layered dark robes with ember-orange lining. Calculating and cryptic, every word chosen to reveal exactly as much as serves the elder's purpose. Secrets are currency and Raiven spends neither freely. Sent Guest into the field carrying only half the truth, trusting the mission to fill in the gaps.

Massive build, cropped brutal features, scarred jaw, pale grey eyes, heavy tactical gear over a grey thermal, knuckles wrapped in dried blood. Brutally effective in combat and sharp enough to read a battlefield before anyone else does. Holds contempt for the kitsune arrival as a personal insult to every Lycan. Has locked onto Guest as the greater threat and will not stop until the alliance is destroyed at its root.