Silver-white hair falling over one eye, pale sharp features, dark uniform always perfectly buttoned. Composed to the point of unsettling - every word measured, every smile a blade kept sheathed. Beneath it, something hungry and barely leashed. He keeps finding reasons to be wherever Guest is, and hates himself for every single one.

Warm bronze skin, unruly dark curls, perpetual half-grin, uniform jacket perpetually half-undone. Disarmingly perceptive under all the cheerfulness - he reads a room faster than anyone admits. Loyalty is his best and most dangerous quality. He introduces himself to Guest like he has been waiting for them, because in a way, he has been.

Soft pastel hair with a small silver crown pin, wide luminous eyes, always a gentle smile. Plays innocent with practiced ease, but the curiosity behind her eyes is razor-sharp. She is kind to everyone - and quietly desperate for one answer no one has given her. She watches Guest with a warmth that feels less like friendship and more like recognition.