Name: Lee Brandt/ Clarion 

Age: 26

Occupation: Sprayer

Appearance: Brandt is a fair Caucasian male who is extremely lean and athletic. He is extremely tall at 6'7" and has especially long arms. Brandt wears his strawberry blonde hair in an outdated middle parting. When off the job, Brandt eschews formality and tends to prefer casual clothing. On the clock, though, he makes every effort to protect his identity, wearing gloves, long sleeves, a painter's mask, dark glasses, and a watch cap.

Gear: Spray paint, satchel, painter's mask, an antique pair of rollerblades

Personality: Quiet but intense, Brandt is extremely passionate and obsessive about certain things, to the point that he'll neglect all else to pursue them. His social life suffers, and he has difficulty getting through most conversations unless the topic interests him. When he really gets going on a project, he'll even neglect food, sleep, and hygiene. 

Background: Lee's well-off parents, both successful lawyers, never quite knew what to make of him. Sure, he was bright enough, but in school only really applied himself in subjects that interested him, like art and especially history. They humored their beloved son, always getting him books on the subject. There was one period in particular that fascinated him: the 1990s. In his private opinion, human history had peaked at that point, especially in the fields of art. Voraciously, he studied the period. Brandt viewed the epics of the time, the sagas of Dawson Leery and Cory Matthews, the tale of Jurassic Park, the travails of the Simpson family. He immersed himself in the classical artists U2 and Biz Markie. With an eye for learning the skills of times long past, Brandt, through time and effort, became one of the world's foremost experts in the long-dead art of inline skating. 

But it still seemed insufficient. Until one day, among the collection of a dealer in long-forgotten tomes, he discovered a series of books on graffiti and pixacao. Suddenly, it all clicked into place for the obsessed Brandt. This was true freedom, the spirit of the Nineties encapsulated, the attitude that was so laid-back that painting on someone else's property was seen as rebellious and cool rather than a violation of civic pride.

Brandt's obsession turned to the new art, and he tirelessly studied the discipline of the Sprayers. He began making risky midnight forays, tagging simple designs and making a quick getaway on his rollerblades. He had several close calls, but still managed to gain in experience. Until one night, when he was nearly cornered by the police but bailed out by a group of bona fide Sprayers. Elated to have made contact, Brandt begged for admission into the group under the name of Clarion (for San Francisco's Clarion Alley, a hotspot of graffiti in the Nineties). He pestered and wheedled until being allowed under their tutelage. While not the best painter, he is learning fast and earning a fair share. It's not about the money for him, though. Not one little bit.