I'm curious to see your take on Dr. Gaul's description in my dystopian action novel Last of the Ghost Lions. You'll have to PM me when you post it.
The first time Juno met Dr. Isabelle Gaul was in junior high, when the doctor had come as a guest speaker on the subject of eugenics. In her face and figure, Dr. Gaul resembled the other teachers: broad, round-faced, thin schoolmistress glasses, graying hair styled into a bun atop the back of her head. Apart from that, she looked like the leader of a foreign country, hands always behind her back as she marched up and down the auditorium stage, dressed in a white knee-length achkan jacket that blazed under the lights.
Dr. Gaul’s fat, towering school matron appearance hadn’t changed in twenty years, and neither had her choice of long white frock coats, nor her penchant for gold: she was covered in it, from her buttons, to her rings, to the rims of her shaving razor eyeglasses. The hair was still blonde with streaks of gray, and there were stress lines around her tiny, squinting eyes. It was as if the woman had stopped aging at fifty.
She greeted Juno with a warm smile, an infectiously musical laugh, and a handshake that could crush every bone in her hand if she wanted. Juno appraised the woman at over two hundred fifty pounds, and maybe more than half of it was muscle.