This is the character sketch I did for my English class. I got an A+ (and a remark that it was excellent) on it. That kinda surprised me, but I am proud of it. (not that my teacher is a hard or strict grader or anything. Just, still.)

Character Sketch --Josiah Billingsley Weston

Josiah B. Weston leaned against the wall in his usual comfortable style. Even those in the room that were not in the group around him knew he was there. They did not have to be looking to know. He had that much presence. Each time he walked into a room, people could just feel him come in, whether or not they had ever met him before. He was special and as such stood out from the crowd.

A stranger walked by the gap in the circle and complimented Josiah on his rectangular, thin-framed glasses - the glasses casually placed in front of his deep greenish-gray eyes. On some days, especially when the sky is cloudy, people lucky enough to make extended eye contact with Josiah would almost think his eyes had smoke mixing fluidly with the color. The effect was mesmerizing, making it nearly impossible to look away. On clear days or when Jo, as he was known to most people, was excited or passionate about anything, the smoke disappeared completely and the green was such a clear, bright jade that you almost felt like you could breathe it in. Jo stepped away from the wall and brushed some of his curly, chocolate brown hair away from the medium beige skin on his face. Someone in the circle was relating a story about her cat's adventure, and the crowd was graced with the easy, natural, yet brilliant smile of the Weston family. Although Josiah got his smile and surname from his father's English ancestors, almost everything else about him came from his Celtic maternal side. In fact, his father had a number of Irish and Scottish ancestors, as well, which only increased the strength of Josiah's Celtic heritage.

Like one of his most well known though distant relatives, St. Patrick, Josiah was strongly devoted to his faith in Christ. Indeed, he reflected each day on the man for whom he had been named, the Biblical Josiah. Actually, he attempted to live each day glorifying God even more than King Josiah had done, and spent much time in service to others.

However, there were those nights, usually around 3 a.m., when Josiah did not feel so compelled to put others before himself or did not feel as comfortable with himself as he usually did. He had a habit of, as Fleming and John put it, "writing letters in his head". He would think of all the ways he could have responded differently to situations: what snide or sarcastic remark he could have added, or how he could have really told someone off for being unreasonably hostile. He had regrets, indeed, and also wrote letters apologizing to people that he had offended, hurt, or otherwise slighted. Even with so many letters written in his head, few were ever written on paper. No matter what Josiah thought about the night before, or how long he had lain there thinking about various situations, he was still the easy-going guy with a dry and appreciative sense of humor the next day. He was not the most popular person in school, but was certainly well respected and in demand.

"Hey Bill." A younger guy from the cross-country team waved. Few runners on the team went by their first names to teammates. Instead, usually some variation of their middle or last names, or an aptly given nickname was chosen. For Josiah, the team decided his middle name, Billingsley, was an excellent choice. Most of the team members shortened it to Bill, but the coach usually called him Billingsley. To his other friends, it was usually Jo, while his relatives rarely used any nicknames with each other.

Jo waved and smiled back. He then turned to the few remaining members of the group in the student center, bid them farewell 'till Wednesday, and walked off to class.