ITT, you describe yourself physically in third person, from head to toe. Be as specific or vauge as you want, depending on your writing style. I'll start with myself. Also, feel free to be as ruthless as possible with yourself.
He was a thin man, about 5'10" and 130 lbs. His skin was a pallid white, too tan to be pale but too pale to be tan. It was though he was once exsanguinated but had been recently filled with blood. While his face was not very heavy on pimples, the few he had were noticable in real life, but almost invisible on photos. His facial structure was not of the typical mold-cut, giving him a slightly exotic appearance.
Having recently gotten a haircut, his hair was short and well-trimmed, a dirty blonde which had the odd tendency to turn dark brown depending on the lighting. His facial hair gave off the impression of "a pre-pubescent kid trying to get a goatee and mustache," and since the hair was blonde, it looked the part. His eye lashes were long, the kind women would die for. His almond shaped eyes, however, were far from the norm. Possessed of an off-white and a bit of yellow, his pupils were a mix of all eye colors, like a green-gray-blue-brown sunflower with a darker explosion of colors inside. Splashes of yellow veins could also be seen. In the inside half of his left eye, a large culimnation of red veins webbed to the pupil. The bags beneath his eyes always permeated, no matter how much sleep he got, giving him the constant look of being tired. His teeth were a mix of off-white and pure yellow, giving a double image: Upon a simple smile, he looked as though his teeth were perfectly normal. A proper inspection (by a dentist, perhaps) would reveal a much different story.
His fingers were long, with lolipop joints. That being, his fingers were very thin, but the joints were round, giving him an almost fake look. His forearms were extremely thin, but his biceps were obviously corded. The skin was pale enough to show all his veins. Upon his left pectoral is almost what looked like a battle scar, where several veins had broken in a scrunchy shaped line, giving off a less than appealing image. At his stomach there was what were the beginnings of a slight paunch, but it was never noticable. In actuality, below his ribs, there was nothing but spine.
His legs were rather well covered in hair for someone who wore jeans on a daily basis, but his knees were knobby. His feet were true abominations of G[COLOR="black"]o[/COLOR]d. With the hair on his feet ending in a V shape, his lolipop toes were even more pronounced than his fingers. The nails were dirty and deep-rooted, resulting in infalmations on most of the toes at the sides where ingrown toenails came about, and his toes curled off to the sides, and were spread too far apart.
Though he often liked to dress in better-than-casual clothing, including suits, it seemed that the pestilence he attributed jokingly to himself on the internet had more presidence than he cared to admit, as anything he wore, no matter how recently it had been cleaned, quickly gathered at least a bit of filth, dust, dirt, or grime to it, making him always have the appearance that he'd already worn the clothing for a day, but never more, no matter the length he'd worn them. It was as though he always lived his life as though he'd "already lived the same day once before."
Yes, I do spend a lot of time looking in the mirror. Sue me. Either way, you're up.
He was a hefty young man, who was 5'9" and had a total weight of 235 pounds. He had recently lost weight and previously weighed 265 pounds. His tan skin was an instant give away that he was a Mexican beaner who would go after school and work for cheap labor. His head was round and fat similar to the shape of a watermelon. His black, raven hair was shinning with the reflections of the lights in the room which meant he either used female hair products while showering or he applied hair gel everyday. His hair was extremely short thou so he must have gotten a haircut just recently. Most likely it was the second one since his skin looked a bit dry and chapped. He had few beard and chin hairs so it might be time to shave once again.
When it came to the young man's face, it looked rounded and a bit chubby but judging from past pictures it has been through a drastic change in width. His nose was greasy and looked slimy but he had no pimples or boils on his face. He had a pair of glasses on, so it meant that he has bad eyes sight and due to how often he wears them it's for both far and near sight.
His fingernails were rather long for those belonging to a man and he had many fairs on his arms but they were so small and thin that it didn't look too visible and many people wouldn't give them a second look. He wore a white shirt but it seemed too thin for a shirt to wear outside so it must have meant that it was an undershirt. The long and baggy black pants he wore were faded but it seemed as if it was done on purpose. When it came to his feet, he had no shoes or socks on and his nails were shorter and wider meaning he would cut them or pick at them. His big toes had tiny bushes of hair on them but the hairs were long and looked like it could have been off springs of tentacles. In his pockets, was an MP3 player with headphones that were clinging and hanging from the collar on his neck. The shapes of the headphones looked worn out meaning he dropped them alot showing his carelessness.
Meh....I tried.
he was a short, skinny 16 year old.
not black nor white but a combo of the two.
he shaved his eyebrows and often heard what happened to you?
he then answered and they got a clue.
back to his life
pain and strife
lack of a wife.
skater punk or hiphopper
been in trouble, but never with a copper.
shoes were always expensive and fancy.
his 3rd grade teachers name was nancy
hats galore.
clothes on the floor.
brown eyes dark hair.
and dimples, they were there.
couple blackheads and pimples on his face.
but not really a major case.
lol hay guyz i made a poem.
He...looka like a man.