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Brian J. Davis hat mein 2012er Lieblingstumblr The Composites wiederbelebt. Damals hatte er sich eine Software für polizeiliche Phantomzeichnungen gekauft und damit Beschreibungen von Figuren aus der Literatur umgesetzt, hier zum Beispiel Dracula, Norman Bates, Sherlock Holmes und Jekyll & Hyde.
Tyrion Lannister, A Song of Fire and Ice, George R R Martin
A brute’s squashed-in face beneath a swollen shelf of brow. One green eye and one black one peered out from under a lank fall of hair so blond it seemed white. Jon watched him with fascination…Tyrion’s fingers went to the great gash that ran from above one eye down to his jaw, across what remained of his nose. The proud flesh was still raw and warm to the touch…Tyrion rubbed at the raw stub of his nose. The scar tissue itched abominably sometimes…The swollen brutish brow, the green eye and the black one, the raw stump of his nose and crooked pink scar, the coarse tangle of black and gold hair that passed for his beard.
Brienne of Tarth, A Song of Fire and Ice, George R R Martin
Beauty, they called her…mocking. The hair beneath the visor was a squirrel’s nest of dirty straw, and her face…Brienne’s eyes were large and very blue, a young girl’s eyes, trusting and guileless, but the rest…her features were broad and coarse, her teeth prominent and crooked, her mouth too wide, her lips so plump they seemed swollen. A thousand freckles speckled her cheeks and brow, and her nose had been broken more than once. Pity filled Catelyn’s heart. Is there any creature on earth as unfortunate as an ugly woman?
“Quiet,” the wench grumbled, scowling. Scowls suited her broad homely face better than a smile…Beneath her roughspun brown breeches were calves like cords of wood, and the long muscles of her arms stretched and tightened with each stroke of the oars.
“You will call me Brienne. Not wench.”
Walder Frey, A Song of Fire and Ice, George R R Martin
The Freys all looked like weasels…Lord Walder was ninety, a wizened pink weasel with a bald spotted head, too gouty to stand unassisted…Lord Walder jabbed a bony finger at her face…Old Lord Walder’s suspicious face…[Ser Cleos Frey] had inherited the stringy brown locks, weak chin, and thin face of his sire. His eyes were pale and watery.