I hate the AM, I hate the PM

first timeskip

twenty-eight

second timeskip

forty-five

Judge Holden

enormous

bald as a stone

no trace of beard

no brows to his eyes nor lashes to them

close on to seven feet in height (2.1336m)

face[...]serene and strangely childlike

hands[...]small

baldheaded

outsized and childlike with his naked face

cheeks[...]ruddy

enormous dome of his head[...]blinding white and perfectly circumscribed about

pleated brow not unlike a dolphin's

broad expanse of his stomach

ponderous

great hairless thing (by Tobin)

not a hair to his body (by Tobin)

twenty-four stone (336lb/152.407kg by Tobin)

great hairless oaf (by Tobin)

he can write with both hands at a time (by Tobin)

bald brow

oddly childish lips

sweating for all the night was cool

toe[...]surprisingly petite

shone like the moon so pale he was

not a hair to be seen anywhere upon that vast corpus

not in any crevice

great bores of his nose

immense and gleaming dome of his naked skull looked like a cap for bathing pulled down to the otherwise darkened skin of his face and neck

great bulk

eyes slightly crinkled

like some pale and bloated manatee

small and close-set ear

pale and naked arm

his eyes small in his great naked face

vast abhorrence

old (by Tobin)

like some great balden archimandrite (a type of priest)

pale pink[...]like something newly born (when sunburnt)

skin[...]strangely mottled pink and white (from sunburns where there were gaps in clothing)

mouth[...]cracked[...]tongue swollen (from dehydration)

great shambling mutant

small and lashless pig's eyes

like some immense and naked barrister

second timeskip

great pale dome of his skull shone like an enormous phosphorescent egg in the lamplight

great corpus

bald brow

his great teeth shone

immense and terrible flesh

Louis Toadvine

black and ropy locks

long hair

head[...]strangely narrow

on his forehead were burned the letters H T and lower and almost between the eyes the letter F[...]splayed and garish as if the iron had been left too long

no ears

man grabbed his wrist and bit it

tall

hair to his shoulders

livid letters tattooed on his forehead (probably not a literal tattoo, letters most likely just branded on and tattoo used metaphorically here)

lank greasy hair

earless skull

lank black hair clove to the sides of his head (after removing his hat)

John Joel Glanton

small

blackhaired

eyes in[...]dark sockets[...]burning centroids of murder

dark eye

John Jackson (White)

White (no other physical description given)

John Jackson (Black)

Black

dark vein in his temple

sable brow (as described by Holden not narration, less reliable?)

Bathcat

but three fingers to his right hand

few teeth

big

raw-looking

one eyelid sagged where a knife had severed the small muscles

on the inside of his lower arm[...]tattooed a number

Benjamin Tobin

ball had passed completely through his neck[...]narrowly missed[...]carotid artery (gunshot wound)

eyes[...]bright from the bloodloss

possessed of a great earnestness.

drawn and wretched looking

stood unsteadily[...]leaned against the kid

(no description given before the injury)

David Brown

an arrow in his thigh (no other description given)

James Robert Bell

small and misshapen

swayed and drooled

dull eyes

clawed hand

dead black eyes

thin arms

could little more than walk

loping simian steps

loose wet lips

reached just to [Holden's] waist (3.5ft/1.0668m tall or so, while in an extremely hunched posture, certainly taller if he could stand straight)

much the darker (after tanning in the desert)

dark larval eyes

vacant face

loose neck swiveled slowly

dull jaw drooled