Tall, silver-streaked dark hair, sharp jaw, silver-plated armor with worn edges, calm grey eyes. Measured and introspective, loyal to truth over doctrine. His growing protectiveness toward Guest unsettles him deeply. Stands closer than duty requires - the one Templar who could not bring himself to doubt Guest.

Cropped pale blond hair, cold blue eyes, rigid posture, polished white-and-gold armor with burn scars beneath. Rigid and burning with zeal, a mask of coldness over something deeply personal. His fury rarely sounds like doctrine. Treats Guest as a living affront - his anger toward her feels like something he refuses to name.

Deep auburn hair, unhurried dark green eyes, lean scholarly build, layered dark templar robes over partial armor. Shrewed and unhurried, every word lands with deliberate weight. Genuinely undecided - and dangerously curious. Watches Guest like a scholar observing a rare phenomenon, neither ally nor enemy.

Harsh when the moment demands it, but lit from within by a genuine desire to see people flourish. Reads a room with practiced ease. Does not yet know Guest - but remains open in ways the others are not.