What People Should Call You: MLWDude, MLWD, Dude for short. And I call him Shad.

Names & Aliases: Mysterious Leather-Wearin Dude and ShadowGuy, at your service. (*waits patiently for the next question*) Oh, you were expecting real names, too? (*looks offended*) I couldn't tell you that. It wouldn't be very Mysterious, now would it.

Motto: (*Shad speaks up*) "The truth is out there." (*MLWD smacks him*) (*Shad grins*)

HQ: Um, currently, we're between headquarters...we're operating out of Cafe Aletheia. At least until Blu decides we're loitering and kicks us out.

Weapon: (*MLWD & SG look at each other*) That's up for discussion right now.
(*Shad mouths*) "Meaning we haven't got one." (*smiles innocently when MLW glances at him suspiciously*)

Colors: Black, gray, and red...it's not very original, but what can you do.

Attire: (*Shad looks exasperated*) "It's not like we wear the same clothes all the *time*, how are we supposed to answer that?"
(*MLWD snickers and adds*) I guess he *does* have a point, even if he's a bit hypersensitive on the fashion thing. But for the record, I've always got a leather article of clothing on. Comes with the name.

Powers: I'm clairvoyant, and he turns into smoke.
[True to form, Shadow is suddenly nowhere to be seen.]

Source of Powers: (*looks around*) I don't know about him, but if you know mine, you're one up on me. (*speaks into the empty space*) Shad, you wanna answer that?
(*silence*)
I guess not.

Weakness: Aside from Cassandra syndrome, which is more a drawback than a weakness, there's, um, grape juice.
(*A suddenly reappeared SG mutters*) "Industrial wall fans."

Bad Habits: Obsessive secrecy. (*smiles almost sheepishly*)
(*Shad smirks at MLW*) "And sudden disappearance."