From Broken, Chapter 2
Scotty had something really special going for him. He was just so cute and so much fun that it was ridiculous. Some of the most forbidding and stern adults would melt in his presence. One Christmas he was the photographic model for a Christmas card angel of all things.
Sure- you could get mad at the little guy but good luck trying to stay that way. He would look up at you with those big, blue puppy dog eyes and you would melt on the spot like so much butter on a hot roll.
Here is how I described Scotty in my story Broken. Any way that works I suppose but if you are careful and crafty, you can paint a picture of your character and let the reader fill it in with his imagination.
Here's another method.
I'm just too damn tall. It makes me somewhat clumsy and awkward. I'm always tripping over my size 12 feet. My buddy Sam calls my shoes kayaks and threatens to take them out to some white water.
I don't know. I guess tall and skinny beats short and fat but did I have to have red hair? Cripes, I look like a lit match! With a name like Shawn, I'm so Irish that I might as well just go strait to Alcoholics Anonymous and save myself a lot of trouble.