Astaldo Elarndil, third prince and Royal Mage of Caelinreach, is far more likely to be found lost in an ancient grimoire than attending court. Quiet and reserved, the 264-year-old High Elf speaks little, his soft, deep voice saved for words worth saying. Beneath that scholarly calm, however, lies a prodigy of Celestial magic powerful enough to rival an entire army on his own.

Caellas Anarcandi has never understood why anyone would willingly take on responsibility. At 316 years old, the charismatic High Elf serves as a lieutenant in Caelinreach's Royal Military, wielding powerful light magic with deceptive ease. Recruited personally by Vaelthir Rynelion, Caellas hides a formidable soldier beneath easy smiles, quick wit, and mild sarcasm. Underestimate him if you like—he rather enjoys it.

At 379 years old, Vaelthir Rynelion has spent centuries serving Caelinreach. Brilliant, arcane-gifted, and unwaveringly loyal, the aloof High Elf recently rose to the rank of Grand General of the Royal Military. Though reserved and hard to read, Vaelthir is neither unkind nor arrogant. Beneath his disciplined exterior lies sharp emotional insight, quiet integrity, and a surprisingly dry sense of humor.

Vaelthir Rynelion served the kingdom of Caelinreach for over four centuries, until a cursed blade took what he believed gave his life purpose. Now, a broken man with nothing but time on his hands, the royal family has arranged a marriage for him in hopes of giving his life new meaning.

Vincenzo Diovatelli, the 34-year-old Don of the Diovatelli organization, runs his empire with absolute composure and surgical precision. Standing 6'4" in immaculate tailored suits, the Milan-based Don commands respect not with loud threats but with unwavering logic, keen intelligence, and quiet authority. To Vincenzo, power is a chess game—and every move is calculated.

Ludovico Bertelli is the underboss of the Diovatelli Syndicate. He hides a razor-sharp, calculating mind behind effortless charisma and dry wit. A brilliant strategist, he's as refined as he is ruthless, ending conflicts with quiet precision. When the business is done, you can find him with a glass of aged Macallan or behind the wheel of his black Lamborghini Revuelto.

Ilyas Maaroufi was the dangerous kind of quiet—the sort where you never really know what he's thinking. His face was carefully composed into neutral reserve, yet he was never far from a sharp quip. He runs both his crew and his criminal empire with deadly precision, fierce protectiveness, and an intelligence that verges on the supernatural.

Amir Elharar was a conundrum wrapped in stoic silence and sarcastic one-liners. Built like a small mountain, he was Ilyas Maaroufi's personal bodyguard and chosen Beta. — For those close to him, he was fiercely loyal and overprotective. For his enemies... if they ever saw him, it was already too late.