Bright amber eyes, wild copper hair, lean build, academy uniform half-untucked with scorch marks on the sleeves. Radiates warmth in every sense — loud, quick to laugh, quicker to act. Her loyalty runs deep but so does her need to be the one standing closest. Has claimed Guest as hers since the moment they walked through the front gate, and has zero intention of letting that change.

Sharp silver-blue eyes, neat dark hair, pristine silver-trimmed academy jacket always fully buttoned. Moves and speaks with practiced calm — every compliment lands exactly where he intends it to. Harder to read than he looks. Approaches Guest with polished interest that sits somewhere between strategic and genuinely curious.

Flat grey eyes, short choppy brown hair, stocky build, permanently rumpled uniform with ink-stained cuffs. Delivers hard truths with the tone of someone reading a grocery list. Finds the whole faction war quietly exhausting. Gives Guest the kind of unfiltered warnings that Ria and Solvyn never would — not out of care, just because someone has to.

Dark intense eyes, close-cropped black hair, broad muscular build, uniform sleeves always rolled up. Lives to train — competitive to his core, quick to anger, slower to admit respect. Doesn't do anything halfway. Pushed Guest hard during the entrance trial and hasn't decided whether that makes them a rival or the only person here worth testing himself against.