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TSE p. 171-172: He was tall and slightly too thin for his uniform, which bagged at the shoulders and waist…His name tag hung askew at his chest. His skin was sallow and his eyes were undercut by heavy lines…exhausted-looking features.

TSE p. 176-176: There was a scar on his neck, curved and ugly, almost a perfect half-moon. The tissue was knotted and white…the scar had a twin in the same place on the other side of his neck.

TSE p. 184: His uniform was grubby and torn in places, his face poorly shaven and eyes a little unfocused.

TSE p 190: There was a large key ring at the belt of his uniform, but only a few keys hung from it.

TSE p. 265: His gaunt features and sunken eyes, his skin seemed to be worn thin, ready to snap from strain-but now there was a mean, undeniable strength to him...

TSE p. 269-270: The scars were everywhere, covering his back like a faint lace shirt. Two scars like parallel lines were etched from the nape of his neck all the way up to his scalp, disappearing into his hair.

TFC p. 27: (He has cane.)

TFC p. 102: (He has an automated wheel chair.) He was dressed in white silk pajamas and a black silk robe, black leather slippers on his feet. Behind him, three IV bags hung from a wheeled stand, the tubes extending up under the sleeve of his pajama shirt. His head was bald, covered in ridged pink scars. Where there were no scars there were strange pallets of plastic, molding, and metal fused…one eye was perfectly normal but the other was missing: the gaping socket dark and shot through with a thin steel rod. He was painfully thin, the bones in his face visible.

TFC p. 103: At the center of his chest was a mass of twisted flesh, crossed with neat diagonal lines of black stitching thread…some scarcely healed, the skin a shiny, angry red. His skin was gone, the innards of his neck laid open, covered with plastic, small scraps of metal embedded in the tissue. (He smells like disinfectant).