[ WP ] Write a physical description of yourself as if you are a character in a piece of fiction .

Tom walked to class in the early afternoon. He looked a tired, and blue rings settled under his blue eyes, like most days. He's been walking again last night, and did n't get home till the morning. But he'd found a few things around town: a page of an old book drifting in a creek. A woman's ring set with a blue stone. 
 He was a big man, but unassuming. He stood a head taller than the other students, and his hair wandered wildly upward, making him seem even taller. He was not the sort of young man you might pick a fight with, although he was not fond of fighting. He was too distracted to be angry most of the time. He was too distracted to be sad, either. Or happy. 
 And the objects of his distraction changed too quickly for him to let them sink in. You can see this in his hands. They are always clutching at things of little importance. He picks up twisted sticks in the woods. Shining bits of metal. Old jewelry and pages of books he has never read. They adorn his little room in a house not far from town, these objects of his distraction. 
 Today he walks to class with no bag, only a handful of papers clutched in each hand. Some of them have drawings. Others have words. His least favorite sheets have equations. 
 He walks briskly towards the lecture hall. It's a cool day, but under his coat he is sweating. It's a nervous sweat, although nothing is wrong. His coat is brown corduroy; it was his fathers. People have told him that it's a writer's coat; he tries to ignore them. When they see him walking to class, clutching his papers, they call him a disheveled poet. He hates this. To him, there is nothing worse than looking like a writer but not being one. He does not want to be a pretender.
