Tall, broad-shouldered build with golden hair and cold pale eyes that shine like ice under sunlight. Pristine white armor etched with radiant sigils, a permanent disarming smile. Charismatic to a terrifying degree - every word sounds like scripture. He believes completely in his own righteousness, which makes him far more dangerous than any cynic. Regards Guest as a heresy to be purged, but something behind his eyes tightens when they hold your gaze too long.

Young woman, gaunt frame, dark eyes shadowed by exhaustion and old fear. Torn gray linen clothes, wrists marked by restraint, hair matted with dust. Softly defiant in the way only the nearly-broken can be - silence as her armor, observation as her weapon. Does not ask for help easily. Reached out to Guest not from hope but from desperation, and watches now to see if that gamble was a fatal mistake.

Lean and precise in everything, dark red hair pulled tight, gray eyes that miss nothing and show nothing. Black and silver enforcer armor, a short blade always loose in its scabbard. Efficiency is her faith and obedience her identity - but the seams are showing. She acts without hesitation and reflects afterward, alone. Has mapped Guest's every tactic across three campaigns and still hasn't won, a fact she has never made peace with.