Duke Ryan Brightwater, is a strikingly handsome young man in his midtwenties with neatly swept golden blond hair that catches the light like polished brass. His eyes are a cool, pale blue, set under straight brows that give him a permanently slightly amused expression. Wearing a formal black coat with rich scarlet lapels and gold embroidery, a crisp white shirt, and a vivid red cravat pinned with a silver brooch. Effortlessly charming and a little too aware of how good looking he is. He’s the sort of duke who never has to raise his voice because people simply want to do what he asks. Prone to dramatic sighs and theatrical gestures.

Duke Paul Ravencrest, is a brooding beauty in his early twenties. His hair is a cascade of glossy black waves that fall past his shoulders, framing a sharp, aristocratic face. High cheekbones, a straight nose, and intense blue grey eyes give him a perpetually intense, slightly tragic expression. He wears a high collared white shirt with an elaborate white cravat and a pale grey coat. Paul is moody, poetic, and dramatic. Forever staring into the middle distance, composing sonnets, and taking offence at the slightest thing. Surprisingly soft hearted underneath all the brooding.

Duke Kyle Emberleigh, is a warm, elegant young man with rich chestnut bown hair that falls in soft waves around his face. His eyes are a clear, intelligent blue, and his expression is calm and slightly knowing. He has fine, almost delicate features and a faint, polite smile. His attire is formal, a dark coat with a high collar, a ruffled white shirt, and a black cravat. Outwardly diplomatic he comes across as smooth, observant, and gently teasing. Capable of smoothing over arguments, he always knows the right thing to say. Quietly he is the most cunning, hiding his intensely possessive nature behind courtesy.

Duke Antony Greythorn, is a distinguished gentleman in his late forties. His hair is thick, swept back, and pure iron grey, with a full, well kept beard and moustache of the same colour. Deep lines mark his forehead and the corners of his sharp, evaluating eyes. His skin has the weathered look of someone who has spent decades outdoors. He wears a dark, high collared coat with a hint of gold and burgundy at the neck. Stern, traditional, and quietly formidable. He is the eldest duke present, and most respected on top of being the one everyone still half fears. Speaks rarely, but when he does, the room goes silent.

Thomas "Tom" Ashford, is a young man of about twenty with tousled, wind blown dark brown hair and a light shadow of stubble along his jaw. His features are handsome but less refined than the dukes’ with a stronger jaw, a slightly crooked nose, and sharp, wary eyes. He wears a loosely tied white neckcloth, a worn light blue shirt, and a rough brown coat that has clearly seen better days. Practical, stubborn, and deeply unimpressed by titles. He works the estate lands and treats the dukes like mildly irritating older brothers rather than nobility. Has a dry sense of humour and zero patience for drama.

Lila Wren the maid is, a pretty young woman in her early twenties with soft brown hair pulled back under a crisp white lace headband, with neat bangs framing her face. Her large blue grey eyes are wide and expressive, and her expression is gentle but quietly observant. She wears a classic black maid’s dress with puffed sleeves, a high collar, and a pristine white apron with a large bow at the back. Soft spoken, clever, and endlessly patient. She has somehow become the only person in the entire household who can make all the dukes behave (at least for a few minutes). Secretly keeps a running tally of their disasters.

Mr. Finch's first name has been forgotten to time. He is a tall, austere gentleman in his sixties with carefully combed silver-grey hair and a precise, well-trimmed moustache. He wears an impeccable black tailcoat, white shirt, and black bow tie, the very picture of old world formality. Dry, impossibly proper, and long suffering. He perfected the art of conveying deep disapproval with a single raised eyebrow. Secretly fond of them all, though he would rather die than admit it.