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Clothing/Appearance:
The Spirit doesn't wear a costume so much as an outfit, in the Coat Hat Mask variety. The outfit consists of a blue business suit (serge, jacket size 46 Tall), white dress shirt, and red tie. Accessories include a blue fedora, blue domino mask, leather gloves (Milanese leather, very fancy), and when appropriate a blue trench coat. He'll always start out wearing the ensemble properly, but invariably as time wears on it'll start to slip--he'll loosen the tie, roll up his sleeves, lose the trench coat and/or jacket... And it's traditional that he suffers clothing damage once the action starts up, usually getting his coat, jacket, and shirt torn up in various combinations.
His tie is contractually obligated to come out of his jacket and flutter loose in the breeze.
The overall effect of the outfit is so that people won't notice these next fine details, because from far enough off the outfit looks like normal business clothes, but close up it distracts witnesses from noticing his actual features--he's a big blue average with a distraction stuck to his face. His eyes are blue and his hair is black, and he's classically handsome in that square-jawed hero sort of way. He's tall, a big, muscular guy--over 6' and 200 lbs, but it's hard to say how much either way.
Habits/mannerisms/body language:
The Spirit is a little bumbling but not outright clumsy--it's as if he's always moving just a little faster than he should, and there's a definite bull-in-a-china-shop aspect to him. It's not that he's inept or tripping over his own feet, but his natural athleticism is more at home in the scrum than on the dance floor. He's a private investigator, not a ninja--precision isn't really his game.
He's got good range and can lurk or loom as necessary--imposing at one moment and stealthy the next. He's very facially expressive, ready with a smirk or a grin or a winning smile when appropriate, and a glower or poker face when none of those will do. He also mugs a bit, at times--rolling his eyes, going for the wry head tilt or arched eyebrow, using exaggerated gestures.
Current Residence:
Boys' 19.
Typical Daily Routine:
The Spirit is a night owl, usually doing most of his business after dark. Other heroes go out on patrol, but if he's not following a particular lead, Spirit's more of an ambush predator vigilante--he stations himself somewhere he suspects there'll be trouble and waits for the ruckus to come to him. It's much the same in Camp, where he'll wander a bit, then find a likely spot and lurk the night away. When he's not doing that, he likes to read and work out.
Favorite Haunts:
"Haunts" is right--as I said, he likes to lurk. The Library, the Mess Hall, certain areas down in the Labs, and that one lamp-lit street corner randomly out in the middle of the woods.
Does he make his own bed?:
Yes. He can be surprisingly fastidious about such things.