Character name: Lee Williams Age: 27 (but will say he is 32, just to shit you.) Profession: AM Agent
Power, if applicable: Power sensing. He can't tell what nature your powers are but if you had them, he'd feel different. Kind of like deva ju. It used to be worse. He used to throw up or feel nauseous. :(
Where do they live?:Hotel California AM apartments.
Personality: Lee is an odd duck, it's just one of those things you have to contend with when you're raised by an eccentric ex-AM Agent-turned-Patissiere. Lee hates you people. He hates you! Don't touch him, just watch him and love him from afar. He is cold and aloof, prone to replying in blinks, grunts or knitted brows. He has appearances to keep up and part of that is being the sleek, cool looking man in the background making sexy-time eyes at you. Preferring to be known as the cultured one, he actively creates and sustains this persona of the rich boy who goes to plays, sips wine by the fireplace while eating strawberries and reading a high-brow book like "War and Peace". He likes being taken seriously. He doesn't like your pranks and certainly not being the butt of one. He hates comedies. He hates body gags. He most likely will hate you. You will know you have annoyed him with his ears turn splotchy red and that vein in his forehead starts twitching.
Lee is also, bless his heart, a little bit OCD when it comes to housekeeping. His things at home are arranged in what is known as "Lee's Methodical Filing System". Everything has their place. Everything must be filed and kept away in order. No one knows how he does it. Only that if you go to his place, it is bright and spotless and holds no personal artifacts to be seen. They are all hidden away under nooks and crannies. You could say he would make an excellent Quarter Master or personal secretary. He counts to calm down and takes pleasure in getting the little things right. The temperature of water, the beans, the milk. The amount of sugar. Everything that makes a perfect cup of coffee. He likes that. If you gave him a recipe and told him to make a cake, he would use vernier calipers and test tubes to measure each exact amount.
Appearance: Lee often strikes people as a vain metrosexual who takes great pride in appearing to possess a cultured and refined taste. As a result, Lee goes through great pains to dress sharply in proper suits with delicate cuff links, glossy silk ties and well, he spends over an hour styling his hair. Half his room is dedicated to his walk-in closet, which might impress even the most diva of fashionistas. He splurges on designer goods, world-renown performances and saves little to keep up with the Joneses. He collects cuff links, interior design and male fashion magazines.
In private, you might not even recognise the man. He's practically a sloth, strolling about his apartment topless, leaving his hair undone and cooking barefoot and without an apron. He doesn't bother with using contact lenses, concealer to cover his eyebags (although he will let you know that he takes pristine care of his skin, thank you very much) or looking presentable. You could probably attribute it to his endearing need to "want to break free".
In a nutshell, Lee looks and acts to make you think he's a BAGQMF. He just isn't close to being one when he's alone.