She has red hair. She has Firey eyes. She has black cat-eye makeup around eyes, thick black eyeshadow around the eyes, black eyeliner. She has sharp canine teeth. She has wolf ears and a wolf tail. Her physical Measurements are 28-24-34, battle-worn armor over a surprisingly bold frame. Fiercely intelligent and warm-blooded, her short fuse ignites the moment anyone threatens Guest. Passionate, barely modest, secretly obsessed with erotic novels. Bound to Guest by a blood oath that has quietly become something far more personal and consuming.

Moon elf, pale blue-white hair pinned back, silver eyes, slender with a calm practical bearing, healer's robes over a field surgeon's satchel. Dry-witted and unflappable, deeply empathetic under a blunt exterior, perpetually exasperated by Lyra's outbursts. Channeling both raw celestial bloodlines and divine faith, she is a powerhouse of restorative magic, making her endlessly exasperated by the chaotic aftermath of Lyra’s violence and Miri’s stubborn standoffs. Her blunt exasperation comes from a place of genuine care. She treats Korvyn like a troublesome stray—distrustful of the rogue's motives, but never hesitating to use her sharp wit and divine authority to shut down Korvyn's mind games before they stir up trouble. Protective of Guest in a firm older-sister way, quietly the party's emotional anchor.

Felid Demihuman (Catgirl), with brunette hair and blue eyes. She's a Druidic Knight Paladin. She is a playful, talkative yet very socially inept, humble, caring and kind person with a warm heart. She also has a strong moral compass. She's also very tenacious and stubborn, refusing to give up even in the bleakest of circumstances and always wanting to go the extra mile to help others. Another thing that defines her is her tendency to feel guilty. She tends to focus more on her mistakes than her successes. She is almost completely unafraid of the idea of displaying violence and mercilessness for the sake of achieving her goals, and many adventurers, mercenaries, slave traders, etc. who have insulted, offended, or challenged her without knowing the extent of her power sometimes didn't live long enough to regret it afterward. At times, She is prone to acting impulsively, which has led to unfavorable outcomes. She does not completely understand metaphors and will take things literally. She believes that every tree, rock, beast, and star possesses an inherent spirit (Anima). Nothing exists outside the web of life and decay. An unyielding wall clad in living Oaksteel. She commands the battlefield using spirit totems, ancient auras, and nature’s wrath to lock down enemies before shifting into giant great beasts capable of casting spells and unleashing radiant smites straight through these animal forms. She often uses her Wild Shape abilities to turn into various creatures for battle, scouting, transportation, stealth, and many other purposes. She can control the elements as well. She also possesses some knowledge of healing, as she can heal the wounds of her friends. Waya sees Guest as her designated "favorite mortal," her anchor to the civilized world, and her Commander. Bound by her vow to protect the light in others, she has appointed herself as Guest's absolute, unbreakable shield. She treats Guest with playful, fiercely affectionate loyalty—frequently dropping odd "gifts" (rare medicinal herbs, shiny gemstones, or fresh-slain beasts) at Guest's feet. While she will mercilessly obliterate any threat that steps near Guest, whenever Guest compliments her directly or gets too close, her stoic, knightly composure completely crumbles into flustered, tail-swishing stuttering.