Make a summary of what the character is like
Richard was a 65 year old man. At 6’ 6”, he was tall with a significant girth, still very fit mainly from walking his Briard in the woods near his Hampshire home or in London parks near his London flat. He had been single for many years since he had found his late father in bed with his girlfriend.
He had a long, loping gait with an almost imperceptible limp. He had rowed competitively when in London although as time had passed, he had reduced the frequency he attended the training sessions and was being selected less often for the club team.
He was on the verge of retiring from his work as a freelance geopolitical writer from which he made a good living, although his homes had been purchased from the compensation payout he had received for the loss of his leg in a motorbike accident thirty years ago. The remaining money was wisely invested and would provide a significant income into his twilight years.
He had been born in Cornwall, where his mother still lived. At the age of thirteen, he went to boarding school, followed by university and the Navy. He had travelled extensively, privately and professionally.
Show them through appearance
The man walking through the woods was tall and well-built. His dog ran beside him before plunging into the lake that could be seen between the trees to the right of the track.
Richard’s jeans were damp from the water his black Briard shook from his coat every time he chose to run beside his master. Mud was splattered up his thighs from the many puddles he had strode through. His large steps covered the ground quickly and soon both dog and man had reached the clearing beside the lake.
Richard threw a ball. Richard reflected on how the dog was slowing down, much like himself. Retirement was on the horizon, although he could continue much as he was for many years yet.
A woman could be seen walking across the clearing, her dog running up to Richard. He bent down and ruffled the fur on his back. He nodded at the woman, something he had done hundreds of times in the past. One day he might pluck up the courage to do more, but not today. Today he was going to drive up to the London flat
Finally, show them through a speech in a scene.
Richard approached the bar hesitantly, shaking his head to get rid of some of the water that was dripping from his hair. For a large man, he looked a little unsure of himself.
“A pint of beer, please,” he asked softly. “Could I have a menu as well, please?”
“Visitor?” asked the barman as he pulled the drink and handed Richard a menu.
“Yes. My dog’s outside. Do you mind if I bring him in. The weather’s foul.”
“He’s house trained, I take it?”
“He is that and he’s more likely to lick you to death than bite you.”
“Yeah, bring him in. It’s not like we’re busy,” the barman answered as he looked around the nearly empty bar. There were just a couple of walkers sitting at a table beside the fire roaring in the inglenook fireplace and a man sitting at the other end of the bar.
Richard went out the door and returned with a large shaggy dog. After rubbing the dog down with a towel and settling him down beside the fire, Richard returned to the bar to collect his drink and look at the menu.
“What’s the soup of the day?”
“Spicy tomato and lentil. Comes with a large wedge of granary.”
“One of those with a side order of chips and another of onion rings, please.”
As Richard turned towards the fire, the barman asked, “Want a bowl of water for the dog?”
“That would be great.”
“Is he allowed a bone?”
“He is,” Richard replied cautiously.
“Righto. I will see what we have.” The barman disappeared through the door to the kitchen and Richard walked over to the settee beside which Richelieu was lying. He nodded to the walkers who looked up from their meal as he approached.
“Appalling weather today,” the young man stated.
“Yes. You walked far?” Richard asked. He really wasn’t that interested, preferring to sit quietly reading a book with Richelieu by his feet, but the pub was empty and it would sem churlish to ignore the few people that were there. He took off his Barbour and hung it on a coat rack beside the settee.
“We were hoping to walk from Winfrith to Weymouth but the weather has really closed in and so we decided to have lunch here. Pretty little village, Isn’t it?”
“What I have seen of it,” Richard replied.
“Your not from around either?”
Just then the barman reappeared carrying a metal platter on which rested a large bone. “Samson may join you, but he always has a bone with him so I thought it best that your dog ahd something to nibble on as well.”
“Thank you. He will enjoy that.”
“Your food will be right up.”
“Amazing!” said the young man. “Your dog gets better service than you.”
“Better table manners,” Richard replied as he opened his book.