Descriptions of People

Describing a person

George

George is someone you do not forget easily. Although he is not particularly tall, he is very well built with a broad chest and strong arms. He is as big as a bear and probably as powerful.
The thing you notice most about him is his enthusiasm. He gets really excited about things. He can be very loud and quite opinionated, yet is always careful about hurting other people’s feelings. I would say that he is one of the kindest people I have ever met.
George is very intereated in music. He plays the guitar very well and often comes over to my house for a sing-a-long. He is also a talented artist and sends his drawings around the world to his friends.
When you are with George, you feel much more excited about life. His laughter and enthusiasm are infectious. He is a large man with a very big heart.

Johnson

Johnson was a menace to society. In and out of prison since his late teens, he did not seem to have thought of turning over a new leaf. Dressed casually in a faded T-shirt and long, black jeans, paired with a pair of flimsy rubber shoes, Johnson came across as being rough. His mop of ruffled hair on his head added to his untidy appearance. Above all, his face, with slanted eyes, narrow lips and stubble on his chin, was capable of instilling fear into the victims he robbed at knifepoint.

Madam Lim
Madam Lim was the grandmother every child longed to have. The crow’s feet around her eyes and other facial wrinkles helped to draw attention to her loving eyes and sweet, gentle smile. Her long, flowing hair, once her crowning glory, was now grey and tied up neatly into a tight bun. She was always impeccably dressed in a traditional Chinese samfoo and a pair of nondescript slip-ons. Like many ladies of her generation, Madam Lim wore a jade pendant held round her neck by a pearl necklace. A jade bangle adorned her left wrist. Madam Lim was a regular at the nearby wet market. All the stallholders knew her by name and reserved the freshest produce at the best bargains just for her.

David
David was a pesky seven-year-old boy with boundless energy. There was always a broad grin plastered across his impish face. His wide, sparkling eyes looked upon the world with curiosity and wonder. Those who saw him when he was under the watchful eyes of his mother often complimented him on being a cute, bright kid. However, when he was left to his own resources, David morphed into a little devil. He could never sit still and was constantly conjuring up new pranks in his little head. Not a peaceful afternoon could go by when David was at home with his younger sister in the care of their maid.