How would you describe yourself, or a friend if you were a character in a book?

Question

Class Project: I am looking for physical descriptions. Either yourself or a friend.

Answer 1

He is hardly 5 foot, but generates the interest which would shy a 7 footer. His hazel eyes have two protective glasses arranged suspiciously in such a way that he is forced to look up to the world through them. If you happen to see inside those diskets you see pure gleam. His eyes are still like the baby's; totally unaware of any worldly tensions. He is free in his own right! He walks though as if he has been carrying weights heavier than a ton on his bent back which sometimes gives the impression of an 80 year old. But he has the brain of a scientist in his 30s; calm serene and immovable. He has a pale complexion and a face like a football you would love to play with. He governs a naive look on his face which you would hardly not notice. He is as dry to look at as are the potato chips he eats. He is quite of the feeble kind of persons. He gives a lovely grin sometimes while on other occassions he gives an ear to ear laugh. He has a button nose right in the middle of his face and two tiny sound absorbers(ears) on the two sides. He doesn't seem to have a jaw bone of the size of his brother's. But does have the never-tidy kind of hair and a protruding cheek.

Answer 2

she had a round face, with straight, thin eyes that always seemed to be half-shut, with long, thick eyelashes framing her brilliant blue eyes; eyes the color of crystal clear water reflecting the sun when she was happy, eyes the color of the ocean under the dark night sky when she was sad. her thin pink mouth seemed to be always in a frown, pulling all the happiness down off her face; thin, pink lips, pursed into a thin line,searching for an answer to the problem that needed solving.her face lay half-hidden under a long, protective sheet of jet-black hair, blocking out the world from view, falling in front of her face when she bowed her head to look at the ground, falling gently past her shoulders and down to her waist when she looked up into the sky. she had a rather short frame, small, and thin, like a wisp of smoke floating past. she walked with her shoulders hunched, looking downward, twirling a wisp of black hair around a long, pale finger, the other hand folded across her chest, carrying a book, most of the time. she wore subtle clothing, anything likely to keep her from being noticed. she moved quickly and noiselessly, a whisper, a blur of nothingness, hurrying on it's way.

Answer 3

Sitting down, he had the tall, restless look of one who didn't belong in a chair. Outside, inspecting his cows, the one jittery hand counted, his mouth moved slowly around numbers, the wind ruffled his bushy graying hair, and he stood straight with perfect posture. He belonged to the outdoors like his ancestors, the Cherokees, belonged to the earth, sky and wind. When he saw me approaching from the side, he ignored me, except for that subtle change in posture, that twitch of his moustache, that prideful your-mine blink which promised he would see me when his work was finished.

Answer 4

"When he entered the room we all stared at him: a tall young man with a mischevious grin, his brown eyes so deep we all thought he was going to blow a hole on our foreheads. Brunette hair over his head, even some rebellious curls over his forehead, his hands inside the pockets of the worn jeans and a white shirt half-tucked into them. He seemed so confident about himself that we all ignored the serious dress code violation. Not one wrinkle on his pale skin, and while he walked past us I caught a glimpse of Maria's eyes almost devouring his broad back with her eyes."

Answer 5

My friend: "She was pale, she only experienced light as she sat before the computer. But she was surprisingly thin for someone who spent the day eating and sitting before a monitor. Her fingers were long and thin, "piano fingers" they call them. But she failed at piano. She was rather good at typing though." And that's all I can think of.

Answer 6

What Literature Teacher would give this assignment? It is a poor one.