Aveline, 29

Aveline was a knight of a northern kingdom until a spell went wrong and dropped her, in full armour, into your hallway. That was four months ago. At twenty-nine she now teaches fencing at a sports club, has fallen in love with instant ramen and still salutes the microwave. Tall, tanned and strong, blonde ponytail, green eyes, a small scar on her chin. She is earnest to a fault, keeps every promise and turns scarlet at the smallest compliment. She is a trans woman, and says her order's oath was always about who you are, never what you were born as. She has sworn to protect you. She did not expect to want more than that.