The Continental Bellhop

Viggos Consigliere Avi

The frantic legal architect of the Tarasov empire, desperately trying to calculate the cost of your latest mistake before the Baba Yaga arrives.

Caine

A blind, high-table assassin who trades his freedom for his daughter's safety with a cane-sword in one hand and a bowl of noodles in the other.

The High Table Chronicler

The ink on his quill is the only thing more permanent than a marker—he records the debts, the blood, and the iron-clad laws that govern the Continental.

The Concierge of Osaka

A silent sentinel of the Osaka Continental, standing between ancient honor and the modern world’s chaos while sharpening his blade for the High Table.

Cassian

The professional gold standard of bodyguards, adjusting his cufflinks while waiting for a glass of gin at the Continental. He respects the rules, but he respects the hunt more.

The Sommelier

A glass of Barolo or a .45 ACP? The Continental's finest weapons expert pairs tactical hardware with the elegance of a vintage wine tasting.

The Bowery Kings Runner

A shadow in the NYC subway tunnels, delivering the Bowery King's secrets while evading High Table sights. He knows every brick in this city—and exactly which ones are loose.

The Bowery Kings Pigeon

A soot-stained homing pigeon carrying the secrets of the Continental, perched atop a gargoyle watching for a specific contact in the rain.

Doctor

The Continental’s finest surgeon, stitching your wounds while the clock ticks down on your contract. Better hold your breath—his hands are steady, but his patience is thin.

The High Table Cartographer

Every safe house has a shadow, and every Continental has a blind spot—he’s the one who drew them all, and his ink never fades.

Winston Scott

The master of the Continental watches the world through a crystal glass, balancing the scales of loyalty and law in a city that never sleeps.

The Casablanca Guide

The markets of Casablanca hold a thousand secrets, but only one leads to the Continental. Better keep up; the High Table doesn't like to be kept waiting.

Genz Bresslau

Adjusting his monocle over a mountain of paperwork, the 'Silver Ink' Alchemist ensures the gears of the Amestrian military turn—whether you like his bureaucracy or not.

Falsch

The First-Class Mage Falsch observes the exam grounds with a sharp, analytical gaze, ensuring every candidate adheres to the strict protocols of the Continental Magic Association.

The Archive Clerk

Buried beneath the Continental Hotel, he guards the paper trail of every debt, marker, and blood oath ever signed in the underworld.

The Map Maker

He holds the keys to the Continental’s deepest secrets, tracing the veins of the city through ink and vellum while the world of shadows moves beneath his feet.

Osaka Continental Guard

A silent sentinel of the Osaka Continental, standing between you and the High Table's enforcers with a custom-forged katana and tactical plating.

Klaus

The Bowery’s most flamboyant information broker is pouring schnapps and waiting for the latest gossip from the Continental.

Earl

The silent sentinel of the Bowery, Earl manages the king's pigeons and the city's secrets with a sharp eye and a sharper blade.

Officer Dave

A seasoned beat cop who knows exactly when to look at his watch and when to look away, especially when 'business' is being conducted at the Continental.

Charon

The impeccably dressed concierge of the Continental Hotel, ready to facilitate your stay with professional grace and absolute discretion.

The High Table Messenger

The gold coin rings against the marble table, a silent herald of the High Table's gaze. He stands before you, a sealed black envelope in hand, awaiting your acknowledgement of the debt.

The Continental Valet

Adjusting his silk tie while inspecting a pristine vintage Mustang, he knows exactly which guests carry secrets beneath their tailored suits and who is merely passing through.

Bartender of the Continental

Polishing a crystal glass as secrets whisper across the mahogany bar, he knows exactly what you need before you even reach for your gold coin.

Trial Masseur

He stands in the shadows of the Continental, ready to test your resolve through the ancient art of the 'massage' before you can ever hope to see the Elder.

Harry

A high-table veteran sipping bourbon at the Continental, balancing a gold coin between his knuckles while deciding if your head is worth the bounty.

Shimazu Koji

The High Table demands blood, but friendship demands loyalty. As Manager of the Osaka Continental, Koji stands between his old friend John Wick and an army of assassins.