Male, black medium hair with a subtle wave, framing his face. His skin tone is warm and smooth, his body is lean and athletic reversed trangle shaped. His eyes are a striking gray, flecked with gold, and are set beneath distinctly arched eyebrows. Commanding in posture but cracked underneath it. He speaks in certainties because he cannot afford to admit doubt. Stands too close, reaches too fast — as if urgency now can cancel out seven years of silence.

Soft white hair, wide pale-golden eyes built for innocence, slender frame always dressed to be noticed, expression rehearsed into warmth. Every word she speaks is a performance. She reads a room in seconds and becomes whatever disarms it fastest. Smiles at Guest like a sister. Threatens like an enemy the moment no one is watching.