Name: Leroy Anderson
Appearance: Leroy was just barely above average in appearance. He was just above the average height for people his age, he was just above average weight, thanks to his workout routine, and he had just a little bit more than average charm. He kept his darker-than-average blond hair shorter than an average he had decided on, and he dressed slightly better than another made-up average. His slightly-bluer-than-average eyes were bright and cheerful most of the time, which helped in most cases, and his angular features made him seem slightly more inviting than average. But being only slightly better than average meant he had to work a lot harder to keep up with people who excelled naturally. (still don't have a pic for him...)
Leroy was walking home happily, now that the day was over. Now he had three whole days and the rest of the evening to himself, and he didn't have to deal with Chris until Tuesday. He was planning on taking Monday off because he needed to use up his sick days before they reset next month. On his walk home, the used car salesman thought he saw his rival stuck in traffic, and he thrust a middle finger in the man's direction, "Eat it!" he shouted, drawing a couple of odd looks. He didn't care though, Chris was an asshole and any chance to rip on him was welcome. Unfortunately the bastard had managed to pull of an extra sale at the last minute, putting him further behind. He shoved those thoughts away for the moment though, instead focusing on his long weekend on his way home. It wasn't too far. He was home in fifteen minutes, plus the time it took to sprint up three flights of stairs. But then, once he got home and started changing, thoughts of work inevitably returned. He hated Chris. The man was an asshole. He wanted to punch him in the face at least once every day. How did that man live with himself? He had no idea, but however he did it, it was only helping the bastard be insufferable.
"Couldn't he at least not be a guy?" he wondered out loud, "I mean, if he had tits and a hot ass I could live with it, 'cuz women are bitches, just like him, but at least they are attractive..." He chuckled and shook his head as he said that, "No wonder you're single, no one wants to put up with your misogynistic crap..." he reprimanded himself, before turning on his stereo. The disk picked up where it had left off, partway through Amon Amarth's latest album. He headbanged to the music for a moment before stopping, suddenly struck by an idea. "You know..." he addressed his couch, "I think I'd be willing to give up my soul to see Chris as a woman. He'd probably make a pretty hot chick..." he laughed at the notion and shook his head, going to the fridge to find something to eat. He was looking forward to a weekend filled with relaxation, and had downloaded several movies to that effect. While he prepared his meal he growled along to the song, having almost memorized the lyrics...