CHARACTER IDEA
FIRST IDEA
BRIAN LEE HEFFERNAN
On a bright Wednesday morning on a busy high street, Mr Heffernan waits impatiently in traffic constantly looking at his gold trimmed platinum coloured Rolex for the time with his fiery eyes as he only has 10 minutes left till his conference starts. He swears at thin air none stop tapping his steering wheel wondering “when is this traffic going to flow FOR GOD SAKES???”. As his patience runs out, he put his gear into first and looks to the side to see if any traffic is on coming and takes over all the cars still stuck and manages to cut through with his new £80’000 S63 AMG. He eventually has a thrilling smile on his face as he knows he broke the traffic rules and he is going to make it on time. He jumps out his car spraying a gold block of "ONE MILLION" fragrance on himself then he arrives at his sapphire multi story office block which looks like its reaching the skies with his head up high pushing out his chest walking like authority with the sound of his genuine leather shoes making the stomping sound. All the women stare at him while he walks right through them as if no one is affront of him. His office clerk approaches him “Good day sir, I have….” He snatches documents off his clerk without saying anything and jumps into his office and puts his feet up and lights up his cigarette then exhales with relief. He is…. “Brian Lee Heffernan”.
Traits:
- Bad attitude
- Selective
- Arrogant
- Self Centred
- Vain
- Full of himself
- Relaxes at the wrong time
- Puts women off easily with his personality
SECOND IDEA
STUART
Stuart is a un-employed man who is always getting himself into mess when he finds a new job. He barely lasts for a week at a job and ends up messing up and getting fired.
He goes through various types of jobs from fast foods to driving instructor. He is very dodgy and manages to buy qualifications to get himself into a job and then ruins it when he gets one.
- Smell: Like ciggerettes mixed with Lynx
- Taste: Lynx deoderant
- Feel: Boney, silky with a shell jacket
- Sound: Scouser accent, chavy street talk
Eyes open at 1pm in the afternoon, he groans with a banging headache from last night when he had a session with his mates in the local park. He puts his gold chain on around his neck and sparks up a fag.
He logs onto his desktop with only his underwear on and looks for jobs and finds an interesting ad... "Driving Instructor". He phones his friend up with his eyes half closed and asks him "Ey lad how much duz it cost for a driving instructor certifacte ey ey?... i want the paper to look propa immaculate and genuine pal!"
