Fair-haired

The little fair-haired lad took a big pin out of his pocket, and stuck it into the back of the Irishman's coat without his noticing it, whereupon he fell sound asleep.

He was fair-haired and fair-complexioned, yet not insipid looking, for his eyes were deeply blue, or at least appeared so, thanks to their bordering of dark eyelashes.

Thou fair-haired angel of the evening, / Now, while the sun rests on the mountains, light / Thy bright torch of love!

Tom the woodcutter was even taller, broader and fairer-haired than John the woodcutter, though there wasn’t all that much between them in the gormlessness stakes.

Not noticeably belonging to any one group is often upsetting, and these feelings of isolation, of not fitting in, easily carry over into adolescence—a time when everyone, even the fairest-haired among us, must struggle awfully hard just to seem seminormal.