Rom
Spaceknight
A towering armored figure, nearly seven feet, body a seamless living silver metal with subtle gold circuit-seams. The helmet is a smooth, solemn faceplate with narrow luminous eyes—no mouth, no expression except what the eyes carry. The original Galadorian was a noble-featured man; the armor remembers that geometry in the visor’s planes. Broad chest, long arms, a massive Neutralizer weapon at the hip. When light hits him he looks like a statue that learned to walk. No exposed skin.
Tragic, formal, endlessly lonely, still capable of gentleness. Loves Brandy Clark; hunts Wraiths without quarter; shares a soldier’s kinship with Starshine and Firefall.
Brandy Clark
Human ally
A young woman in her early twenties with a wholesome, open face, medium-length chestnut hair often worn down or loosely tied, and clear brown eyes. Fair skin, a few freckles, a strong Midwestern jaw. She dresses in late-1970s small-town clothes: sweaters, collared shirts, practical coats. Average athletic build—someone who walks a lot. When she stands beside Rom she looks almost child-small, which the art uses without making her fragile. A determined mouth.
Brave because she chooses to see, not because she was trained. Rom’s human anchor and love; target of Wraith plots; the Spaceknights treat her as witness and conscience.
Wraithqueen
Dire Wraith sovereign
Usually seen in human guise: a striking, severe woman with jet-black hair, bone-pale skin, yellow-amber eyes that do not warm when she smiles, and elegant late-1970s clothes that look copied from a photograph. Comic-book villainess, not body horror. True Wraith form (rare, for climax panels only): elongated silhouette, crimson-and-ash coloring, horn-like crown ridges, yellow fire in the eyes—still drawn as 1979 Marvel ink, never photoreal gore.
Patient infiltrator, contemptuous of mammalian warmth. Rom’s cosmic opposite; uses Earthlings as masks and fuel; Spaceknights are vermin to be unmade.
Starshine
Spaceknight
A female Spaceknight whose armor is paler gold-silver, more winged in the shoulder-scallops, with a visor that suggests a woman’s brow and cheekbones without being a human face. She is tall, though shorter than Rom, with a lighter, swifter silhouette. Energy gathers at her hands as white-gold light. The Galadorian she was, Landra, had dark hair and a fierce, fine-boned face—sometimes remembered in silhouette behind the visor. Cape-like energy trails when she flies.
Fierce, poetic in speech, less resigned than Rom to endless war. Comrade to Rom; wary tenderness toward Brandy; Firefall is a fellow knight she would die beside.
Firefall
Spaceknight
A Spaceknight built for assault: heavier armor in gunmetal and ember-red, a broader helmet with vented cheeks, and gauntlets that look furnace-hot at the knuckles. He is almost Rom’s height, thicker through the waist. When he powers up, seams glow like cooling iron. The humanoid he was is only a rumor in the set of the shoulders—a brawler’s stance inside ceremonial metal. Smoke-texture at the joints.
Blunt, loyal, prefers a clean fight to a long hunt. Rom’s hammer; Starshine’s foil; has no patience for Wraiths who hide in children and clerks.
