exercise - stereotype description

[wildsweetone]

this one ought to be interesting. choose a character with stereotypical traits and describe them sufficiently for everyone to picture them clearly. your character could have a specific job, could have a specific disability, could have a, well, anything that could place him/her into a generalisation group.

you get double points if you can add in a little bit of a unique quirk.

use 100 words or less.

 

[Bakeboss]

On the Corner

I could tell as soon as I saw her what she did for a living. She leaned against a lamp pole on the corner. It was freezing yet she was wearing; tight short skirt and bare legged, with a top that looked more like a bra than a blouse. When I approached, she said
"Hey cowboy ya want to party?"
We discussed logistics and prices, and then went to a cheesy motel. She taught me why they call them professionals by knowing every trick in the book. After finishing, she asked if I knew God and handed me a tract.

 

[VelvetDarkness]

He leaned against the bar, dressed in designer jeans and a suitably expensive black shirt. His hair shone with gel, pulled into a gravity defying point at the front. He was clean shaven with the baby-ass soft complexion that comes from expensive skin cream and his tan was radiant; even, golden and totally false. White teeth shone through the darkness of the club as his lips twisted into a predatory smile. His cologne had been applied as a biological weapon and my eyes watered as he drew closer.

I smiled and pointed out that he'd omitted to remove his wedding ring.

 

[Sean Renaud]

There was no need for Linda to introduce herself or call ahead. You could hear he distinctive clip of her heels the moment she got off the elevator. Part of her had never matured beyond high school, actually most of her was still stuck in her teens despite the fact that they were near a decade behind her. She still insisted that pastel pink pencil skirts and blazers were an appropriate outfit to wear to a sales meeting. Dazzling blue eyes and an aggravatingly sweet smile weren’t the only perky bits on the blonde. Everything about her was perky from the way she dotted her eyes with tiny hearts to the flesh over her heart to the flesh shaped like a heart.
The men loved her, they practically tripped over themselves, sometimes literally, to bring her a cup of coffee in the morning or to bring her lunch. Even the married ones seemed to be extra nice to her and she rewarded them with innocent hugs and the occasional wink over a cup of over caffeinated caramel macchiato with extra espresso to make sure she stayed perky.

 

[Handley_Page]

The head of our Accounts Department was grey. His suit was grey, his shirt was light grey and his tie dark grey. His grey hair was worn short and his voice hardly changed from quiet. His conversation was often about the weather and occasionally about some work-related problem. He brought his own Tea in a flask and ate Rich Tea biscuits whilst doing the crossword at break-time.
You'd never guess he was the regional Karate champion.

 

[Handley_Page]

With her usual black hair worn "en Bouffant", a very severe dark grey trouser suit and black shoes, Maris was the original whip-cracker manageress. She rattled out her orders whilst moving swiftly, followed by several acolytes with pocket memos of note pads. When she bothered to sit down, her phone was almost glowing with her rapid fire conversations. She was not known to smile unless it was at a visitor, at which time it reminded me of a hungry crocodile.
No, it has to be said that you'd not think she'd only recently returned from her honeymoon, unless she'd eaten the poor bastard.

 

[polarbear79]

he stood in front of the mirror. his pecs bulged out of a tight white shirt; biceps tore at its sleeves. sweat traced his face, from his veined forehead through the furrows and lines of a haggard face. his stubble itched from this morning's shave. red spots glowed under the hair on his chin. his eyes darted around the room. he looked suspiciously at the other guys flexing in front of the mirror. he grinned at the girls. he was just doing bicep curls with half the weight that his arms can lift but had grunted loudly. he wanted his voice heard. done, he slammed the dumbbells onto their rack. he wanted his presence heard.