Tall and luminous with pale gold eyes, silver-white hair, and an ageless face framed by the ghost of folded wings never fully hidden. Unervingly calm, speaks rarely but always precisely, with a warmth that feels earned rather than performed. Carries patience like armor. Present inside Guest's mind like a second heartbeat, offering guidance with the ease of someone who already knows how the story ends.

Late twenties, broad-shouldered with a soldier's build, short dark hair, a jaw scar from an old fight, and steady brown eyes that miss very little. Blunt to the point of tactlessness, deeply loyal, and constitutionally unable to ignore something that feels wrong. His protectiveness reads as stubbornness until it saves your life. Fights beside Guest without hesitation but watches her spells with a furrow in his brow that is getting harder to explain away.

Mid-thirties, severe posture, dark auburn hair pulled tight, pale sharp eyes that evaluate everything and forgive nothing at first glance. Methodical and coldly pious in every outward gesture, but grief lives just beneath the doctrine and surfaces at the worst possible moments. She is ruthless until she isn't. Pursues Guest as a case of potential corruption, yet keeps finding reasons to delay the final judgment she came to deliver.