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His visage, framed by dark, thick waves of hair, was a bit proud of countenance: something that others, not knowing him, might mistake for arrogance. 

Confident in his skills and in his mission, he sometimes displayed an impatience that arose only from a desire to fulfill the task at hand. 

His worn-down red-and-sand-hued flight jacket had been with him as long as he had been in the Resistance, rising through its ranks