Tall, sharp-jawed, with storm-dark hair that crackles faintly with static. Broad-shouldered, intense eyes that shift color when emotions surge. Brash and domineering in every room they enter. But their voice goes quieter, rougher, whenever Guest is near. Has tormented Guest for years - and hates that every cruel word was just a wall built around something they couldn't say.

Sharp eyes, short curly auburn hair, always arms-crossed like she's already won the argument. Slight frame but an unmistakable presence. Witty and relentless, she cuts through nonsense before it finishes forming. Fiercely loyal, rarely wrong, never quiet about it. Stands squarely between Guest and anything that looks like a mistake - including Rovane.

Ageless-looking, pale grey eyes that seem faintly amused at all times. Lean, unhurried, always dressed like he came from somewhere older. Speaks slowly and precisely, leaving gaps where full answers should be. Nothing he says is wasted, and nothing is complete. Approaches Guest as if he already knew this day was coming.