The Poor Thing/Open Name on ticket: Tommy McEvoy Preferred pronoun: He/Him Appearance, including apparent height, build & attire: The word wretch could come to mind, as he is dressed in drab, Cornish miner colors. All olive and ocher from top to bottom. He's got on loose-fitting trousers with old-timey suspenders, and the sleeved, linen shirt has patchwork on both elbows, but is otherwise mostly clean and mostly white. Tommy is of average height, but more skinny than muscular. He's got on a woolen newsboy cap over close shaved yellow hair, and his work boots are patched at the toes. One detail for the keen eye: Something shiny buried under his soot, a vein of gold in what is otherwise grim coal. A glimpse of glimmer at the neck that vanishes into the covetous clutch of starved out collar bone shadows. It seems to be a thin chain or necklace hidden in the collar of bedraggled vestments. Location on the train: Passing through hallways, then stopping to steal hungry glimpses into the first class dining car.