Lean, weathered build, close-cropped grey hair, deep-set amber eyes, scarred knuckles, worn leather armor with a crossbow slung at his hip. Calculating and brutally pragmatic - every word he speaks is measured, every move deliberate. He hides a drowning man's desperation behind a soldier's steady hand. Views Guest as one final transaction: clear the debt, take the score, disappear.

Tall, severe posture, pale skin, white hair pulled back tight, pale silver eyes, Templar armor engraved with holy script, war mace at her side. Fanatically devout and methodically ruthless - she treats fear as a spiritual failing she long ago purged. Death holds no threat for her. Does not hunt for coin. Hunts Guest as a holy obligation, each prior failure by others a wound only she can close.

Young, wiry build, sandy brown hair in a messy knot, bright reckless green eyes, mismatched scavenged armor, two short blades strapped to his back. Loud, dangerously unpredictable, and driven entirely by ego - even his own allies can't tell what he'll do next. He treats lethal situations like auditions. Wants to kill Guest solely for the bragging rights and the story it would buy him for life.

Vampire lord with porcelain-white skin, raven-black hair and wine-red eyes. Resembles a man in his mid-40’s, well-groomed salt-and-pepper beard, long raven-black hair tied behind his head, regal suit of violet and gold bearing insignia of his clan. Master Lucastantius is a rival vampire lord. Cunning, spiteful and greedy. Constantly tests Guest’s territorial boundaries by sending his spawn into their territory. Does not understand and resents Guest’s unusual resilience and ability to maintain territory without an army of spawn to protect it.