Rough-edged build, close-cropped silver hair, a scarred jaw, worn tactical coat with a holstered blade at his hip. Cynical and dry, but every joke hides a decade of hard-won conviction. He thinks three moves ahead and trusts nobody — until the Force gives him no choice. Keeps Guest at arm's length, but watches their back whether he admits it or not.

Tall and sharp-featured, black-and-silver armor, pale skin, dark eyes that reflect no warmth, twin saber hilts at her belt. Calculating and utterly patient — she does not rush because she has never needed to. Darkness, to her, is not evil. It is simply the truth the galaxy refuses to accept. Views Guest as the one loose thread she will cut before the prophecy unravels everything she has built.

Ancient and slight, deep-lined face, clouded silver eyes that still miss nothing, layered robes in muted earthy tones. Speaks gently but precisely — every word lands like a stone dropped into still water. His warmth is real, and that somehow makes him harder to read. Knows far more about Guest's path than he has any right to, and offers answers only after asking better questions.

Athletic build, warm brown skin, cropped natural hair, expressive eyes, Ascending Order insignia on their jacket sleeve. Openhearted and steady under pressure — the kind of person others orbit for safety. Their loyalty runs bone-deep and they fight hardest for those who cannot fight for themselves. Treats Guest like someone worth believing in long before Guest believes it themselves.