Name: Lance Neroni
Age: 25
Appearance: Lance stands a respectable 5 foot 10, short enough to share the same altitude as those around him, but tall enough to stand out in the crowd. Personally, Lance sees himself as just another every day ordinary regular Joe. Just another blond haired blue eyed chap to add among the population. While he did have a rather trendy haircut, silky straight strands that he chose to style in a rugged way, so did everybody else in the world. His most distinguishing features however, would have to be his cheekbones and jaw line, which almost seemed to meet up in rather crude points. His deep blue eyes were always so soft, and gazing, as if he had been staring off into the distance for all his life wondering what would lie ahead.
As far as fashion goes, Lance was never really all that big on the latest trends. A good pair of blue jeans and a clean t-shirt went a long way. Not to say he was a red-neck hick, but Lance preferred comfort over outward appearance.
Personality: Lance is an analyst to the bone. Always looking for the most efficient option almost to the point of perfectionism. Not only was Lance a perfectionist, he was extraordinarily chatty. He can talk your ear off all day long and say good bye still having a mouthful to say. He loved people. He loved getting to know people. But more importantly, he liked to see how people thought, how people reacted. To Lance, life was just one big science experiment for him to toy around with every variable and explore every option. As much as he would deny, Lance was a rather sociable, likable person. Always up for a good joke, or share one of his own, Lance never failed to seize a moment of fun. Sure he would have his tiffs here and there with the occasional asshole but all in all Lance believed that people were generally decent, it was just their brains that made them stupid.
Strengths: Being the brainiac that Lance was, he was very clever. He tended to outsmart his peers and use wit rather than strength to get by in life. Leave the heavy lifting to those who were fool enough to do it. He wasn't weak, sure he could lift a finger when he really needed to, but why work harder when you can work smarter? That combined with his sociable tendencies allowed him to form quick bonds and trust. But what Lance deemed was his most valuable quality was his undying determination to see a job through no matter how hopeless.
Weakness: Needless to say, Lance wouldn't be your first pick for the major league football quarterback. His below par strength leaves the body builders towering over him. Speed was Lances worst enemy and when rushed, Lance would falter and make mistakes, which in turn, frustrated him leading him down a spiral of even more mistakes. As far as irrational distastes, Lance despises superheroes as their unbelievable perfection to an almost immortal like stature just seemed silly. That among a grocery list of things he simply didn't like; gardening, being too much of a neat freak that he threw most stuff out: occasionally something he would later need and regret, and breakfast cereal.