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Jack Fear...well. The "grumpy old man" image has so often been applied to Jack that I can only see a wizened old man with a cane, wearing a mottled pink bathrobe and shouting at the world in the middle of the street.
Triplets shifts for me, I imagine hir as three hive-minded blonde super-telepaths or old school Silver Age Triplicate Girl.
Many ravishing idperfections is a fractal creature, appearing not twice the same way. I actually picture him as a bit of an imp that's constantly shifting shapes as needed.
Our Lady, probably for reasons for the "Steel Uterus" period, is a vast Steel-skinned Saint, a Metal Madonna, and there's always a hint of metallic tang to the air when ze posts. |
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