Mine was my mother. She was a very angry person with a temper. Golf was not her game. She took it up to spend time with me when I was a teenager, after I started playing when I was a caddie.
she had a violent, slashing swing. Her clubs were a set of old MacGregor blades and she would hit the 2-iron a lot off the tee. It would go far, but rarely where she wanted. Seriously, it was like some type of hockey motion.
she was easily frustrated and had zero short game. She would ping pong back and forth across the green because her chipping miss was blading the ball. She’d get mad, start swearing and sometimes take 4 chips/pitches around the green. Several times I’d have to apologize because she’d get mad and swear so much. If she was in a bunker, forget it. Just run!
Her main quirk was water though. It could be a lake or a 2 foot wide stream in front of her. She’d find it. We were in Myrtle Beach at Wild Wing Hummingbird years ago and there is a creek hat winds through. She was about 20 feet in front of he creek that was only a couple of feet deep in front of her. Sure enough, she topped it and it went in the creek, carried away by the current. She was super pissed and I couldn’t stop laughing. We didn’t talk for most of the rest of the day.