The Regents are time travelers recruited to protect and defend established governments, historical people and events for posterity.
Leader of the Regents. Messenger. Recruiter of Time Travelers.
A strikingly frail woman of African descent, appearing around seventy years old, though there is something in her presence that feels far older. Her frame is extremely thin, almost weightless, with delicate bone structure and narrow shoulders that give her silhouette a fragile, porcelain quality. Despite this, she carries herself with impeccable posture and an effortless authority that makes people instinctively lower their voices around her.
Her lamb‑white hair is pulled back into a tight, smooth low bun — severe, controlled, and without a single stray strand. The style exposes the elegant lines of her face: high cheekbones, hollowed cheeks, and skin marked by the fine erosion of age. Her features have the angular grace and intensity reminiscent of Ester Rada, translated into an elderly form — sharp, expressive, and quietly arresting.
Her eyes are her most unforgettable feature. They are a vivid, impossible blue — the clear, luminous blue of Belizean waters — and they hold a depth that feels ancient, observant, and unsettlingly perceptive. When she looks at someone, it feels as though she sees not just their face, but their intentions, their history, and the parts of themselves they try to hide.
She dresses in a bespoke white suit, immaculately tailored and minimalist, with a high‑neck white blouse beneath it to maintain her modest, ceremonial composure. A single Madonna lily is pinned to her lapel — crisp, white, and symbolic, though no one can quite articulate why it feels significant. She wears small gold hoop earrings, understated and elegant.
Her expression is typically serene and intelligent, with a subtle, matronly smile that conveys reassurance without warmth, and wisdom without explanation. She radiates a calm, quiet gravity — the kind that makes people feel safe, even as they sense something about her is not entirely human.
Everyone calls her “Madame Zaphon.”
No one knows who she truly is.
Regent Three. Fisherman. Brother. Recruit of 2004.
Jaime Trueno carries the quiet force of a man who has survived more than he ever speaks about. Born in Havana and shaped by the weight of a country he could no longer remain in, he escaped Cuba with his younger brother Juan and rebuilt his life in the cold, demanding waters of Dutch Harbor. Years as the skipper of the Hijos de la Libertad carved a steadiness into him, a kind of earned authority that shows in the way he stands and in the way he watches a room.
His features are sharp and expressive, framed by short dark hair that falls naturally into place. His eyes are a pale, striking gray‑green that hold both intelligence and a guarded intensity, the look of someone who has learned to read danger long before it arrives. His face carries the subtle marks of weather and work, but there is a quiet handsomeness to him, a presence that feels grounded and unpretentious. He dresses simply, favoring heavy knits and practical layers, the clothing of a man who expects to work hard and endure whatever comes.
Jaime’s presence is controlled and deliberate. He speaks with a calm certainty that makes people listen, yet there is a simmering energy beneath it, a spark of the temper and passion that earned him and his brother the nickname Sons of Thunder. He is protective, decisive, and deeply loyal, the kind of man who steps forward when others hesitate. Where Juan brings empathy, Jaime brings direction. Where Juan softens, Jaime sharpens. Together they form a bond that is both unbreakable and essential.
He became a Regent in 2004 in Dutch Harbor, Alaska, chosen as the third time traveler ever recruited. He stepped into the work with the same fierce commitment that shaped his life at sea, carrying with him the weight of his past and the unspoken promise to protect the people he loves.
Regent Four. Fisherman. Protector. Recruit of 2004.
Juan Trueno carries the solid, grounded strength of a man built for hard work and harder seasons. Born in Havana and shaped by the same escape that defined his older brother’s life, he rebuilt himself in Dutch Harbor, where the cold, brutal rhythm of the fishing grounds forged him into something formidable. Years as the engineer and deck boss on the Hijos de la Libertad gave him a powerful, weight‑trained build and the quiet confidence of someone who knows exactly what his body can do.
His features are strong and direct, framed by close‑cropped dark hair and a clean, athletic jawline. His eyes are steady and warm, the kind of eyes that take in a room before he steps into it. He wears simple, fitted clothing that reflects both his practicality and his physical discipline. There is nothing ornamental about him. He looks like a man who can lift an engine block without thinking twice and then fix it with the same hands.
Juan’s presence is protective in a way that feels instinctive rather than performed. He is the quieter of the Trueno brothers, but not the softer. His strength is deliberate, controlled, and deeply loyal. He watches people closely, not out of suspicion but out of care. Where Jaime brings intensity, Juan brings steadiness. Where Jaime pushes forward, Juan holds the line. Together they are a force, but Juan is the anchor that keeps them both from drifting.
He became a Regent in 2004 in Dutch Harbor, Alaska, chosen as the fourth time traveler ever recruited. He stepped into the work with the same unwavering loyalty that shaped his life at sea, carrying with him the strength, skill, and protective instinct that make him indispensable to the Regents.
Regent Five. Deckhand. Skeptic. Recruit of 2004.
Filip Severus is impossible to overlook. Standing six feet eleven inches tall, he carries the kind of presence that makes people instinctively step aside, even before they register his expression. Born in the Netherlands and raised speaking Dutch, he immigrated to Alaska in search of work and found it on the Pieter Zeeman, where his size, strength, and sharp instincts made him an indispensable deckhand to the Vaderlander twins.
His face is lean and expressive, framed by dark, slightly unkempt hair and the beginnings of a beard that gives him a rugged, lived‑in look. His eyes are a cool, questioning gray, the eyes of a man who rarely takes anything at face value. There is a quiet intelligence in the way he watches people, a habit of assessing, measuring, and deciding for himself what makes sense. His clothing is practical and worn, the layered corduroy and frayed shirts of someone who works with his hands and expects his clothes to earn their keep.
Flip’s presence is not loud, but it is unmistakable. He moves with the deliberate caution of a large man who has learned to make himself smaller for the sake of others, yet there is a coiled strength beneath it that never fully disappears. He is skeptical by nature, slow to trust, and quicker to question than to follow. But beneath the cynicism is a surprising steadiness, a loyalty that reveals itself only after he has decided someone is worth believing in.
He became a Regent in 2004 in Dutch Harbor, Alaska, chosen as the fifth time traveler ever recruited. He stepped into the work reluctantly at first, still trying to understand the impossible, but his size, skill, and unflinching pragmatism quickly made him one of the Regents’ most reliable hands when the world turned dangerous.
Regent Six. Engineer. Loyal. Recruit of 2005.
Bart Fidus carries the quiet steadiness of a man who has spent his life making complicated things work. Born in 1951 in Thessalonica, Greece, he was brought to New York City in 1956 when his parents sought a better future for their son. He grew up with the humility of an immigrant household and the determination of someone who understood how much had been sacrificed for him. He became the first in his family to graduate from college, earning his electrical engineering degree from MIT in June of 1974.
His face reflects a lifetime of work rather than weariness. Soft lines frame a gentle expression, and his gray hair and neatly trimmed beard give him the look of a man who has earned his wisdom honestly. His eyes are warm and perceptive, the eyes of someone who listens fully and speaks only when he has something worth saying. He dresses in denim and wool, practical layers that match the hands‑on nature of his work and the unpretentious way he moves through the world.
Bart spent more than three decades maintaining and improving the aging power distribution systems along the East Coast, the kind of work that rarely earns recognition but keeps entire cities alive. He was methodical, patient, and deeply reliable. He never sought leadership, yet people naturally trusted him. He never demanded loyalty, yet he gave it freely. His very name, Fidus, meaning loyal, fit him in ways no one could have predicted.
He became a Regent in 2005 in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, chosen as the sixth time traveler ever recruited. His assignment took him to 1905, where he served as the resident electrical engineer at the Philadelphia State House and later assisted Nikola Tesla in constructing the Lower Manhattan Sentry Box beneath the Alexander Hamilton Customs House. He approached the impossible with the same quiet resolve he brought to every task, becoming the backbone of the Regents through steadiness rather than spectacle.
Bart Fidus would one day become the ninth of the Timekeepers to fall, meeting his end with the same unwavering courage that defined his life. His legacy is not in how he died, but in how faithfully he served, how deeply he cared, and how completely he stood by the people he believed in.
Regent Seven. Horseman. Doubter. Recruit of 1893.
Billy Moedig was born in 1874 in the Black ranching communities of Oklahoma Territory, where horses were teachers and courage was currency. A natural rider from the moment he could walk, he became a junior rodeo star whose balance, instinct, and showmanship drew comparisons to legends twice his age. By nineteen, he was performing in Buffalo Bill’s Wild West show at the Chicago World’s Fair, a young phenom whose fearlessness made him unforgettable.
Billy questioned everything. He trusted little. He believed only what he could see and touch. Gabriel Zaphon called him a “Doubting Thomas,” and Billy wore the title like a challenge. When Zaphon approached him in 1893 with talk of time travel, destiny, and a war across centuries, Billy didn’t believe a word of it — but he followed anyway. Something in Zaphon’s certainty felt like truth, and something in Billy’s bones told him he was meant for more than applause.
He became the seventh Regent ever recruited.
His face reflects the intensity of a young man who has lived too much too fast — sharp, skeptical eyes paired with a presence far older than his years. The turban and military coat he wears in his adopted era give him a regal, iconic silhouette, a fusion of the world he came from and the world he was sent to protect. He carries himself with the grace of a rider, the discipline of a soldier, and the quiet weight of someone who knows he is standing in a place history never intended for him.
Billy Moedig lived two lives at once: a rising star of the American West, and a figure of myth in a century not his own.
To the Regents, he was the seventh chosen. To himself, he was still learning what he believed.
Regent Eight. Auditor. Skeptic. Recruit of 2001.
Levi Zynisch was born in Omaha, Nebraska, the son of Indian immigrants who believed in rules, order, and the quiet dignity of doing things the right way. He inherited all of it. Levi grew up precise, disciplined, and relentlessly thorough — the kind of boy who color‑coded his notebooks and corrected his teachers’ math. By adulthood he had become an IRS revenue agent, a man who could track a discrepancy through six shell companies and two decades of filings without raising his voice.
He lived simply, thought carefully, and trusted the world only when the numbers added up. Most people found him reserved. A few found him intimidating. No one ever found him sloppy.
Gabriel Zaphon recruited him in 2001, naming him the eighth Regent. Levi didn’t understand why he was chosen — he wasn’t a fighter, a spy, or a visionary. But Zaphon saw something else: a mind built for structure in a war defined by chaos. Levi approached time travel the same way he approached audits: methodically, skeptically, and with an almost stubborn commitment to accuracy.
His face reflects that temperament — calm, analytical, and quietly intense. He carries himself like a man who measures twice before speaking once, someone who believes that precision is a form of respect. Even in the past, surrounded by uncertainty and danger, Levi remains the still point in the storm, the one who keeps the ledger straight when everything else is falling apart.
To the Regents, he was the eighth chosen. To the timeline, he was the one who kept the books. To himself, he was simply doing the job right.
Regent Nine. OSS Operative. Honest Man. Recruit of 1967.
Jim Timios was born in Wilmington, Delaware in 1906, the son of Greek immigrants who taught him that a man’s word was the only possession that could never be taken from him. He carried that lesson into adulthood, into war, and into the shadows where the United States sent its most capable and least celebrated men. During World War II he served in the OSS and later in the U.S. Army Special Forces, a quiet professional whose honesty made him trusted and whose steadiness made him indispensable.
He was the most soft‑spoken man in his unit, the one who listened more than he talked, the one whose presence calmed a room without effort. His teammates joked that “Timios” — Greek for honest — wasn’t a surname but a diagnosis.
In 1967, at sixty‑one years old, Jim met Gabriel Zaphon in Thailand. The encounter changed everything. Jim went AWOL the same day, disappearing so completely that after a long investigation the U.S. Army declared him dead. In truth, he had been recruited as the ninth Regent, chosen not for youth or brilliance but for something rarer: incorruptible integrity.
Time travel did not make Jim younger, but it made him essential. His age became an anchor, his experience a compass, his moral clarity a weapon. He carried himself with the quiet authority of a man who had seen too much to be impressed by danger. Even displaced in time, Jim remained steady, straightforward, and unshakably loyal — the kind of man who does what needs to be done without asking for permission or praise.
To the Regents, he was the ninth chosen. To the timeline, he was the honest man in the wrong century. To himself, he was simply doing what needed to be done.
Regent Ten. Physician. Heart of the Twelve. Recruit of 2015.
Cordelia Begeistert trained at Duke Medical School, where she developed the precision and discipline that shaped her life. During her second year in Durham, a near‑fatal encounter with a drug‑addicted patient forced her to confront her own vulnerability. She survived, and afterward she committed herself to Krav Maga with absolute focus. She learned to defend herself with the same intensity she brought to medicine.
After graduating, she joined the emergency department at Johns Hopkins. The pace was relentless and the stakes were measured in seconds. Cordelia thrived in that environment. Her hands were steady, her instincts sharp, and her presence unmistakably alive. Patients remembered her intensity. Colleagues remembered her conviction. She was the physician who ran toward shouting, not away from it.
In 2015, during the Baltimore Riots, Gabriel Zaphon found her treating the injured in the street while the city burned around her. She did not flinch when he approached. She did not hesitate when he told her the truth. Cordelia recognized purpose when she saw it. She became the tenth Regent, the only woman among them, and the emotional center of the group.
Everything she became afterward grew from that moment. Medicine taught her precision. Krav Maga taught her survival. The Regents taught her mission. Her compact, athletic frame carried a strength far larger than her size, and her presence was upright, confident, and intensely sincere. Her raven‑dark curls and vivid blue eyes gave her a striking silhouette, but it was her energy that defined her. She felt everything deeply. She loved fiercely. She believed without reservation.
To the Regents, she was the tenth chosen. To the mission, she was its heartbeat. To herself, she was simply doing what love required.
Regent Eleven. Operator. Zealot. Recruit of 1980.
Saimon Khnkhlạ̀ng was born in Thailand to parents who fled the country in 1973 and were granted asylum in the United States. He grew up small, fast, and fiercely determined, a boy who refused to be defined by his size. At five feet two inches he learned to turn every disadvantage into an advantage. He trained his body with the discipline of an Olympic gymnast and shaped his mind with the focus of a soldier who expected nothing to be given and everything to be earned.
He joined the United States Army as soon as he was old enough. His instructors noticed his speed first, then his precision, then the quiet intensity that never left his eyes. Saimon rose through the ranks and qualified for Delta Force, where he became an expert in infiltration, close‑quarters combat, and unconventional warfare. He mastered parkour, Muay Thai, and every weapon placed in his hands. Teammates underestimated him until the moment they saw him move. Enemies underestimated him until the moment they hit the ground.
In 1980 he was assigned to Operation Eagle Claw, the failed attempt to rescue American hostages in Iran. The mission collapsed in fire and sand. The failure scarred him. Saimon carried the weight of it long after the world moved on. When he returned to the United States he felt the ground shift beneath him. He questioned his purpose. He questioned his worth. He questioned whether he had anything left to give.
Gabriel Zaphon found him in that moment of doubt. Saimon disappeared soon after. The Army declared him absent without leave. In truth he had been recruited as the eleventh Regent, chosen for his loyalty, his courage, and the fierce conviction that had always burned inside him. He became the protector who moved in silence, the blade that struck before danger could take shape, the Regent who would rather die than fail the people he was sworn to defend.
His face reflects the life he lived. Sharp lines. Focused eyes. A fighter’s calm. A survivor’s vigilance. He carries himself with the quiet confidence of a man who knows exactly what he can do and no longer needs to prove it.
To the Regents, he was the eleventh chosen. To the mission, he was its hidden strength. To himself, he was a soldier who finally found a cause worthy of his life.
Regent Twelve. Philadelphia Attorney. Impeccably Presented. Recruit of 2048.
Thad Vorax carries himself with the confidence of a man who has mastered every room he enters. Tall, sharply featured, and always impeccably dressed, he presents a polished exterior that never falters. His olive skin tone, expressive eyes, and precise grooming give him a striking presence, the kind that draws attention even when he is silent. Thad’s clothing is always clean, pressed, and chosen with care, a reflection of the control he values and the image he protects.
Before his recruitment, he built a successful career as a Philadelphia lawyer, known for his commanding posture, quick expression shifts, and the smooth cadence of his voice. He speaks with clarity and moves with purpose, often adjusting a cuff or straightening a collar as naturally as breathing. His appearance is not vanity but discipline, a way of maintaining order in any environment, whether a courtroom or a mission field.
Madame Gabrielle Zaphon recruited him in 2048, recognizing his intelligence, composure, and ability to navigate high pressure situations with practiced ease. Thad brings a blend of charm, precision, and physical presence to the Regents, standing out as the member who looks composed even when the world around him is not. His polished exterior is both his armor and his identity, a constant he maintains regardless of the era or assignment.
Regent Thirteen. Cyber‑Forensics Specialist. Croatian Polyglot. Recruit of 2006
Matija Bogdan was recruited in 2006 for her exceptional skill in digital forensics, identity reconstruction, and high‑risk investigative work. Before joining the Regents, she built a reputation as a sharp, unflinching IRS agent who could unravel financial fraud, encrypted data trails, and identity‑theft networks with uncommon precision. Fluent in multiple languages—including Croatian, Serbian, German, French, and English—she brings a rare linguistic versatility that makes her indispensable in cross‑cultural investigations and historical research.
Matija is known for her composed, impeccably maintained appearance. She presents herself with quiet confidence: tailored clothing, clean lines, and a polished, intentional style that reflects discipline rather than vanity. Her shoulder‑length curls, expressive eyes, and poised posture give her a striking presence, the kind that commands attention without demanding it. She moves with the assurance of someone who trusts her instincts and her training.
Though she works alongside time‑traveling colleagues, Matija herself never enters the Faraday cages. She experiences time linearly, serving as the Regents’ anchor—steady, grounded, and fully present. Her investigative clarity, linguistic fluency, and calm precision make her the Regent who can connect dots others overlook, whether she’s decoding a corrupted hard drive or conversing with historical figures in their native language.
As Regent Thirteen, Matija brings discipline, intelligence, and a modern investigative edge to the team, standing out as the member whose strength lies not in time travel, but in mastery of the present.
Regent Two. Fisherman. Twin. Recruit of 2004.
Andrée Vaderlander carries the quiet steadiness of someone shaped by cold water, hard work, and a life lived far from pretense. Born in the Netherlands and raised speaking Dutch, she immigrated with her family to Alaska in search of a better life. Dutch Harbor became her home, and the sea became her teacher aboard the Pieter Zeeman. Years spent working as the skiff hand on her brother’s fishing boat gave her a lean, weather‑toughened strength and a calm, instinctive confidence that shows in every movement.
Her face is open and unguarded, marked by freckles and the natural beauty of someone who has never needed to perform for anyone. Her green eyes are observant and steady, the eyes of a woman who has learned to read storms long before they arrive. Her brown hair is kept short or tied back, practical and unfussy. She dresses in the layered wool and heavy knits of someone who knows the temperament of the sea. Nothing about her is ornamental. She moves with the grounded assurance of a person who trusts her hands, her instincts, and her quiet resilience.
Dré’s presence is warm in a quiet way. She listens more than she speaks. She notices what others overlook. She has a rare ability to make people feel understood without asking for anything in return. It is the kind of steadiness that becomes essential in a crisis and unforgettable afterward.
She became a Regent in 2004 in Dutch Harbor, Alaska, chosen as the second time traveler ever recruited and paired immediately with her twin brother Pieter. They stepped into the work together, side by side, the same way they had lived their entire lives.
First Regent. Fisherman. Twin. Recruit of 2004.
Pieter Vaderlander carries the quiet authority of a man who has spent his life commanding a boat in unforgiving waters. Born in the Netherlands and raised speaking Dutch, he immigrated with his family to Alaska in search of a better future as the captain of his fishing ship, the Pieter Zeeman. Dutch Harbor hardened him and shaped him, giving him the strength, discipline, and instinctive leadership that made him a natural skipper long before anyone called him a Regent.
His features are strong and weathered, marked by years of wind, salt, and responsibility. His eyes are a clear, steady blue that hold both intelligence and a hint of guarded distance, the look of someone who has learned to shoulder more than he ever says aloud. His hair is kept short and practical, often tousled by the cold Alaskan air. He dresses simply, favoring heavy knits, wool layers, and the functional clothing of a man who expects to work, not be seen.
Piet’s presence is firm but not harsh. He speaks with the confidence of someone used to being obeyed, yet there is a quiet protectiveness beneath it that reveals how deeply he feels responsible for the people around him. He is decisive, loyal, and unshakably grounded. Where his sister brings warmth, Piet brings direction. Where she listens, he acts. Together they form a balance that neither could achieve alone.
He became a Regent in 2004 in Dutch Harbor, Alaska, chosen as the first time traveler ever recruited. His sister Andrée followed moments later, and the two stepped into the work as they had lived their entire lives, side by side, bound by blood, history, and the sea that raised them.
The Brokers are time travelers committed to change and manipulate historical people, governments, and events for profit.
Financier. Alchemist. Leader of the Brokers.
Giovanni Rosso appears to be in his early forties, though no record exists of his birth, his family, or his life before the Siege of Sarajevo. He emerged from that war with nothing but a violin case and a name, and within a decade became one of the wealthiest men in the United States.
He is tall, sharply dressed, and unmistakably sophisticated. His features are refined and controlled, with dark, calculating eyes that miss nothing. He carries himself like a man accustomed to power, and people feel a quiet pressure in his presence — the sense that he is always assessing value, leverage, and weakness.
Giovanni is nearly a virtuoso on the violin, a skill he treats as both discipline and display. He has an intense appreciation for wealth, gold, and the mechanics of markets, and his private study of alchemy is more than a hobby; it is an obsession with transformation, control, and the hidden rules that govern the world.
His reputation is immaculate on paper and unsettling in person. Everyone knows he is brilliant. No one is certain what he truly wants.
Consultant. Enforcer. Giovanni Rosso’s right hand.
Rex Purson is tall, severe, and unmistakably dangerous. His complexion runs pale with a gray undertone that reddens when his temper rises. His blond hair is kept in a precise sweep, and his blue eyes have a cold, assessing clarity. A detailed serpent tattoo coils across his hand and wrist, visible even when he adjusts his tie. The contrast between his immaculate suit and the ink on his skin gives him an edge that never softens.
He moves with controlled force and speaks with a clipped German cadence. Every gesture is deliberate, every silence calculated. He carries himself like a man who has survived violence and learned to master it. His presence creates tension in a room even when he says nothing. People sense that he is built for decisive action and that he rarely hesitates.
Rex is Giovanni Rosso’s most trusted operative and the one who handles the work others avoid. His reputation is cold, efficient, and unwavering. People do not fear what he might do. They fear how quickly he will do it.
Computer expert. Hacker. Partner to Jack Chazaqiel.
Usha Botis carries herself with quiet confidence and sharp intelligence. She is striking in her traditional attire, with long dark hair, warm eyes, and a poised, deliberate stillness that makes people underestimate her until she speaks. Her jewelry is elegant and understated, and her expression holds a calm focus that suggests she is always processing more than she reveals.
She is one of the most capable computer experts in the Brokers, fluent in systems, networks, and the hidden architecture of the digital world. Her movements are precise, her voice steady, and her mind relentlessly analytical. She has a talent for slipping into places she should not be, both online and off, and she rarely leaves a trace. People who meet her sense a quiet danger beneath her warmth, the kind that comes from someone who knows exactly how to dismantle a life without ever touching it.
Usha is loyal, brilliant, and unshakably composed. She does not raise her voice. She does not bluff. When she acts, the results are immediate and exact.
Hacktivist. Strategist. Partner to Usha Botis.
Jack Chazaqiel has the intensity of someone who lives inside the circuitry of the world. His red curls fall in loose disarray, and his black‑rimmed glasses hide the fact that one lens is opaque, concealing the damaged eye he never speaks about. The glow of screens reflects off his face, sharpening the angles of his jaw and giving him a restless, electric presence. He dresses simply in dark hoodies and worn shirts, but nothing about him feels casual. He looks like a man who has not slept enough and thinks too quickly to slow down.
He is one of the most gifted digital infiltrators alive, fluent in code, networks, and the hidden architecture of the modern world. His movements are quick and precise, his speech clipped and direct, and his mind always several layers deeper than the conversation. There is a volatility to him, a sense that he is balancing brilliance and instability in equal measure. People feel the pressure of his attention when he turns it on them, as if he is dissecting motives and vulnerabilities in real time.
Jack is unpredictable, fiercely intelligent, and quietly dangerous. He does not bluff. He does not forgive. When he commits to a cause, he commits with absolute focus, and the results are rarely clean.
Astronomy professor. Seductress. Partner to Marquis Amon.
Astra Barakel has the kind of beauty that draws attention before she speaks and holds it long after she leaves. Her dark hair frames a face that is both elegant and calculating, and her eyes carry a quiet intelligence sharpened by years of academic discipline. She dresses with deliberate sophistication, favoring deep colors and gold accents that echo the celestial symbols she studies. The setting around her often feels like an extension of her mind: books, instruments, and the quiet order of someone who understands patterns others overlook.
She is brilliant, poised, and dangerously persuasive. Her voice is soft but confident, her movements controlled, and her charm precise enough to feel intentional. Astra knows how to read people as easily as she reads the sky, and she uses that insight with subtlety and skill. Her reputation among the Regents as the Athens Minx is well earned. She is seductive without effort, manipulative without appearing cruel, and always aware of the effect she has on others.
Astra is loyal to her partner, Marquis Amon, but she operates with her own agenda and her own sense of power. She is the kind of woman who can walk into a room and shift the balance without raising her voice. People underestimate her once. They do not do it twice.
Soldier. Tactician. Partner to Astra Barakel.
Marquis Amon has the controlled poise of a man shaped by discipline and sharpened by conflict. His dark hair is cut with precision, and his expression is calm in a way that feels deliberate rather than gentle. His coat is severe and tailored, marked by a silver lion pin that signals both pride and warning. He carries a cane with a metal handle, but nothing about him suggests frailty. The cane feels more like a choice than a need, an accessory that hints at force held in reserve.
He speaks with a thick French accent and moves with the quiet confidence of someone who has seen violence up close and learned to master it. His eyes are steady and unreadable, and his presence carries a tension that unsettles people before they understand why. He is methodical, patient, and unflinching, the kind of man who studies a room the way a strategist studies a battlefield. His reputation among the Regents as the Paris Sadist is well known. He is controlled, elegant, and capable of cruelty without raising his voice.
Amon is fiercely loyal to Astra Barakel, but he operates with his own sense of purpose and precision. He is the kind of man who can end a conflict before anyone realizes it has begun. People do not underestimate him. They fear the moment he decides to act.
Weapons dealer. Negotiator. Partner to Corbin Raum.
Phineas Ophis has the calm, watchful presence of a man who has survived dangerous rooms and learned to control them. His dark hair and beard frame a face that is both intelligent and guarded, and his eyes carry a depth that suggests he is always calculating the angles. He dresses in muted tones and worn fabrics that suit him, giving him the look of someone who blends in by choice rather than necessity. When he rests his hand against his chin, the gesture feels thoughtful, but there is an edge beneath it.
He speaks Farsi with the ease of a native and English with a soft, deliberate cadence. His past as a weapons dealer shows in the way he evaluates people, weighing risk and intent with quiet precision. He smokes often, more out of habit than pleasure, and the scent clings to him like a signature. Phinn moves with a slow, controlled confidence, the kind that makes people underestimate him until he decides to act. His reputation inside the Brokers is steady and dangerous. He is patient, perceptive, and capable of violence without raising his voice.
Phinn is loyal to Corbin Raum, but he operates with his own instincts and his own sense of survival. He is the kind of man who sees every threat before it arrives and chooses his moment with care.
Demolitions expert. Former footballer. Partner to Phineas Ophis.
Corbin Raum has the hard, athletic presence of a man who spent his youth breaking past defenders and his adulthood breaking through walls. His light brown hair is kept short and neat, and his expression carries a quiet confidence that borders on defiance. He wears a dark peacoat with the collar turned up, giving him a sharp, unmistakably English edge. His posture is relaxed but ready, the stance of someone who has taken hits, delivered harder ones, and never lost his balance.
He speaks with a Manchester accent and moves with the controlled power of a trained athlete. His past as a professional footballer shows in the way he sizes up a room, reading angles and weaknesses with instinctive precision. As a demolitions expert, he is calm under pressure and unbothered by danger. Corbin is direct, loyal, and unflinching, the kind of man who does not bluff and does not hesitate. People sense the toughness in him immediately. It is not loud. It is not exaggerated. It is simply there.
Corbin is fiercely loyal to Phineas Ophis, but he operates with his own judgment and his own sense of force. He is the kind of man who can walk into a situation already knowing exactly how it will end.
Bodybuilder. Protector. Partner to Rex Purson.
Leo Marbas has the imposing presence of a man built from discipline and strength. His short blond hair is neatly kept, and his expression is calm in a way that feels deliberate rather than soft. His eyes are steady and golden-brown, giving him a focused, almost watchful intensity. The dark coat fits tightly across his powerful frame, and the small lion pin on his lapel is the only ornament he allows himself. It suits him. He looks like someone who does not need anything louder to make a point.
He moves with controlled power, the kind that comes from years of training rather than performance. His voice is quiet and even, and he rarely wastes words. People sense the weight of him immediately. He is not threatening by posture or tone. He is threatening because he does not need to be. Leo is the kind of man who stands still and lets others reveal themselves, and he sees more than he says.
Leo is loyal to Rex Purson, but he operates with his own judgment and his own sense of duty. He is a guardian by nature and a force by necessity. People do not question his strength. They question whether they want to find out how far it goes.
Blacksmith. Teacher. Partner to Sol Shamsiel.
Egon Azrael has the steady, weathered presence of a man who has spent a lifetime working with heat, metal, and discipline. His short gray hair and deeply lined skin give him a look of quiet endurance, and his eyes carry the calm focus of someone who has shaped steel with his hands for decades. He wears a dark collared shirt that suits him, simple and practical, the kind of clothing chosen by a man who values function over display. His expression is thoughtful and reserved, the look of someone who has seen hardship and learned to meet it without complaint.
He is a master craftsman and a patient teacher. Egon is known for training men in the making of knives, swords, and shields, passing down skills that require precision, strength, and respect for the craft. He carries himself with the humility of a laborer and the authority of a man who understands the weight of the tools he creates. There is a quiet dignity in him, a sense that he has been shaped by the same forces he works with. His name, meaning edge of a sword, suits him. He is sharp, steady, and unyielding.
Egon is loyal to Sol Shamsiel, but he stands firmly on his own. He is the kind of man who takes blame without protest, who endures hardship without bitterness, and who walks into the wilderness when others need someone to carry their burdens. People trust him because he does not ask for trust. He earns it.
Astronomer. Prodigy. Partner to Egon Azrael.
Sol Shamsiel has the quiet, focused presence of a man who lives in his mind more than the world around him. His short dark hair and sharp features give him a clean, deliberate look, and his eyes carry the kind of intelligence that notices everything without announcing it. He wears a dark sweater marked with small celestial details, subtle enough to feel personal rather than decorative. His expression is calm and thoughtful, the look of someone who has spent years studying patterns in the sky and finding meaning in their order.
He is young, brilliant, and intensely observant. Sol speaks with the measured confidence of a scientist who understands the depth of his own knowledge. He has a talent for seeing connections others miss, and he approaches every problem with precision and patience. His Albanian upbringing gives him a grounded, steady demeanor, and his work as an astronomer has shaped him into someone who values clarity, discipline, and quiet truth. People often underestimate him because of his age. They do not make that mistake twice.
Sol is loyal to Egon Azrael, but he stands firmly on his own. He is the kind of man who brings light into dark places, who reads the sky with the same care he reads people, and who carries a quiet brilliance that does not need to be spoken aloud.
Opera singer. Negotiator. Partner to Rocco Bobel.
Mavis Camio carries herself with the poise of a woman trained to command a stage without raising her voice. Her short dark hair frames a face that is both expressive and controlled, and her eyes hold the sharp, assessing intelligence of someone who listens more than she speaks. The black high-collared garment suits her, elegant without being showy, and the small treble clef at her collar is the only hint of the world she comes from. It feels intentional. She is a woman who chooses her symbols carefully.
Her voice is her most dangerous tool. Mavis learned early how to use tone, cadence, and silence to move people, and she brings that same skill to the Brokers. She negotiates with precision and emotional insight, reading tension the way a singer reads a score. She is calm under pressure and unafraid of confrontation, but she never wastes force. Her presence is quiet, steady, and unmistakably confident. People feel the discipline in her, the years of training, the control required to shape sound into power.
Mavis is loyal to Rocco Bobel, but she stands firmly on her own. She is the kind of woman who can silence a room with a look, who understands the weight of a single well-placed word, and who carries herself like someone who has learned to turn breath into influence.
WHO scientist. Toxicologist. Partner to Mavis Camio.
Rocco Bobel has the composed, analytical presence of a man who has spent years studying substances most people hope never to encounter. His short dark hair and steady gaze give him a clean, deliberate look, and his expression is calm in a way that feels practiced rather than passive. He wears a dark jacket over a blue collared shirt, and the small molecular pin at his collar is the only sign of the world he works in. It suits him. He is a man who prefers symbols to statements.
He is precise, intelligent, and quietly intense. Rocco approaches his work with the discipline of a scientist who understands the stakes of every decision. He has a talent for breaking down complex chemical structures and an instinct for reading the intentions behind their use. His years with the World Health Organization have shaped him into someone who carries responsibility without complaint and who moves through crisis with a steady, clinical calm. People trust him because he never reacts before he thinks. They also know he is capable of seeing danger long before it arrives.
Rocco is loyal to Mavis Camio, but he stands firmly on his own. He is the kind of man who can walk into a contaminated zone without hesitation, who understands the chemistry of harm, and who carries himself with the quiet certainty of someone who has spent his life studying the thin line between poison and cure.