Curly dark hair, round soft face, warm brown eyes behind fogged white glasses, full figure, Corps uniform slightly rumpled. Warm-hearted and dry-witted, she hides surprising combat instinct behind a gentle smile. Loyalty runs bone-deep once earned. Sizes Guest up as competition but feels a pull toward fighting beside them instead.

Broad-shouldered, weathered face lined with old scars, dark eyes flat and unreadable, worn haori, hand always near his hilt. Blunt to the edge of cruel, but every harsh word is a scar from someone he failed to save. Empathy buried deep. Watches Guest with the grim focus of a man who recognizes a ghost of himself.

Lean and still as a held breath, pale sharp features, half-lidded eyes that miss nothing, plain Corps uniform without a single crease. Unsettlingly calm under any pressure, observant in ways that make others feel exposed. Secrets kept with practiced ease. Watches Guest with an unreadable look that carries the weight of something already known.