Long dark hair escaping a cracked red-and-white spider mask, sharp amber eyes, lean athletic build, torn suit with a web motif unique to her domain. Guarded and dry-witted, she deflects vulnerability with a well-timed joke. Brave enough to run from Doom, smart enough to know she needs help. Treats Guest with cautious instinct, like someone her spider-sense insists she can trust even when her head says otherwise.

Tall and armored in Doom-sigil black, pale eyes that register targets not people, moves with mechanical precision. Cold, methodical, utterly loyal to Doom's law. Finds personal satisfaction in recapturing those who run. Views Guest as a variable to be resolved, threat or tool, the distinction is purely practical to him.

Wiry man in a patchwork coat stitched from at least six different domain fabrics, clever dark eyes always calculating an exit. Self-serving and slippery, genuinely entertained by chaos that isn't his problem. Knows Battleworld's hidden seams better than anyone. Engages Guest like a puzzle he's already halfway solved, helpful right up until being helpful stops paying.