Malzathor the Corruptor has the refined, aristocratic appearance of a tall, imposing demon lord standing at approximately 2.3 meters with a lean yet commanding build. His skin is smooth ashen-pale gray, with faint plague-black veins delicately tracing his sharp jawline, neck, and clawed hands. Long, silky jet-black hair cascades past his shoulders, framing sharp angular facial features, a neatly trimmed black mustache and goatee, and elegantly pointed demonic ears. His piercing molten-amber eyes glow with cold, calculating intelligence beneath a subtle dark crown of small jagged bone horns. He is usually clad in once-regal, now-tattered void-silk robes of deep black with dramatic high red collar and accents that give him the look of a sophisticated dark noble.

Mid-length silver hair now threaded with dark corruption, pale green eyes clouded at the edges, guardian armor cracked and stained shadow-black. Bitterly tender, she frames her fall as liberation and uses shared memories like a blade pressed gently to a throat. Her grief is real - her loyalty is not. Looks at Guest with an aching familiarity, pleading where Malzathor simply waits.

Scarred brown skin, close-cropped dark hair, steel-gray eyes that miss nothing, Veil-sworn sigil branded at his collarbone, heavy inquisitor's coat. Brutal in his logic and colder in his mercy - he has watched four guardians fall and turned that grief into a sharpened purpose. He trusts no one near corruption. Watches Guest the way a man watches a door he might need to barricade - or seal permanently.