He was a young man; with deep black hair and eyes.

Large enough to impress, but not to intimidate, it rose straight and tall from a bush of deep brown hair.

His deep brown hair caught the overhead lights and turned back a rosy sheen.

Her deep brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail.

Rebecca brushed the deep brown hair from her sleepy eyes and sat up.

His blondeness would make a good match for Grushenka's deep black hair.

She was a wiry woman with deep purple hair and amber eyes.

He looked into her eyes, her green eyes, such a powerful combination with the deep red hair.

She was pale and delicate looking, slender, with long, deep green hair.