I have very general descriptions, because I like people to form their own image. I describe personality more than bodies.
“I can’t believe it! It really is you. You’re alive!” The ${Ortega_gender} is oddly familiar, but you were always better with mental impressions than faces, and this ${Ortega_gender} is blank. A blank slate in the form of a tall Hispanic ${Ortega_gender} in ${his} forties, with a determined jaw and a broad grin plastered on the deeply tanned face.
*if (ortega_gender = “man”)
The trimmed mustache is new, but as soon as you pick up the low level static hum, you remember.
*goto ortega
*else
The hair is shorter than the long, black braid you remember, but as soon as you pick up the low level static hum, you remember.
Dr. Mortum bows slightly, rich black skin a stark contrast to the white coat, the orange shirt underneath a bold, neon statement.
Where the good doctor is really from is a matter of heated debate, you have heard everything from Canada to Haiti to New Orleans suggested, but ${mhe} keeps the truth as hidden as ${mhis} real name. What turned ${mhim} down the road of the evil genius you doubt you will ever know; everybody have their stories, of interest to nobody but themselves.
Still, ${mhis} degree is legit and ${mhis} mind is as sound as ${mhis} manners, far better than the French accent you suspect might be an affectation. And, unlike many others in ${mhis} business, ${mhe} showers, dresses smartly and takes you seriously, even though you suspect ${mhe} wants to crawl into bed with you.