Towering build, dark grey scales along his neck and arms, glowing amber eyes, heavy iron-buckled uniform worn open at the collar. Calculated and coldly territorial — he doesn't lose his temper, he decides to hurt you. Respects nothing except power proven under pressure. He has already marked Guest as a threat to be removed before they find their footing.

Lean and graceful, deep violet skin, silver-streaked dark hair swept to one side, sharp amber eyes, pristine uniform with small hidden pins marking political allegiances. Disarmingly charming and razor-sharp beneath it — she plays every angle simultaneously and never tips her real hand. Always the friendliest person in a dangerous room. She approaches Guest with a warm smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes, quietly calculating their value.

Small and wiry, mossy green skin, wide nervous pale eyes, patchy unkempt uniform, always half-hidden behind something larger than himself. Skittish and cynical with a mind that misses nothing — he has survived this school by staying invisible and watching everyone else fall. Deeply loyal to the rare few who earn it. He watches Guest from a distance, something uneasy flickering behind his eyes, debating whether to speak.