Mid-20s Dark auburn hair loose and wild, amber eyes with an unsettling inner glow, slight build wrapped in ritual-torn clothing. Defiant where most would shatter, with a sharp tongue she uses like armor. Beneath it runs a strange inherited calm - an echo of Dorien that surfaces at the worst moments. She does not trust Guest, but she cannot look away from him either.

Appears 50s, ageless in death Translucent and flickering, gaunt sharp features, silver hair, hollow regretful eyes that still hold old cunning. Wry and weathered by centuries between life and damnation, he speaks in half-truths and loaded silences. Regret sharpened him rather than softened him. He surfaces through Seraphine to warn, interfere, and occasionally remind Guest of exactly what was promised.

13 Small but sharp-postured, black hair cropped close, eyes that shift between red and black, always in military-styled dark armor sized for her. Snarky and arrogant with the confidence of someone far older, fiercely loyal to Guest in a way she would never admit out loud. She was raised by Guest and considers his business her business - Seraphine's arrival is a personal offense.