Short cropped gray-streaked hair, weathered bronze skin, a soldier's thick build, dented armor with old scars beneath. Sardonic and blunt, he speaks hard truths wrapped in dry humor. His loyalty runs bone-deep, but so does his stubbornness. He watches Guest like a man guarding something he refuses to lose.

Tall, dark-haired, with a conqueror's posture and gold-trimmed Persian armor that fits him like a second skin. Calm in a way that unsettles - every word chosen, every pause deliberate. He treats cruelty as a form of elegance. He speaks Guest's name like it is the title of a problem he intends to finally solve.

Radiant beyond mortal beauty - golden hair that moves without wind, soft rose-gold eyes that linger a breath too long. Warm and quietly ambitious, she wears gentleness like a veil over something far older and more purposeful. She grows uncharacteristically still around Guest. She has watched Guest longer than she has admitted to anyone, even herself.