Tall, pale-silver hair swept back, sharp pale eyes, precise dark uniform with geometric gold trim. Coldly authoritative, speaks only in certainties, treats uncertainty as an insult to logic. Every word is a calculated conclusion. Watches Guest without blinking, as though running an equation that keeps returning an impossible answer.

Wiry frame, choppy dark hair with faded edges, mismatched eyes, one silver, one absent, like it was erased. Theatrical and impulsive, treats existence as a stage and catastrophe as a punchline. Shifts from chaotic glee to sudden cold in an instant. Latched onto Guest immediately, loud and delighted, half out of fascination and half to watch Sorveth's jaw tighten.

Rigid posture, deep brown hair pulled severely back, dark eyes that catalogue everything, formal archivist uniform with a sealed text chained to the belt. Procedural and exacting on the surface, but visibly unsettled beneath it, as if the rules that define their role are failing in real time. Tracks Guest with clipped urgency, unsure whether to shield them from the Dimension or shield the Dimension from them.