Okay, I’m trying to brain-cleanse myself from mundane photographs and Slug-isms…
Cecil Adams? Distaff offspring of bright but inbred Yankees. Middle height, stooped, thinning hair, rumpled clothes; resembles kin back in Boston, but his eccentricites are too idiocyncratic for the poor but proud family that gardened for Cotton Mather to fund research on fur-lined stocks.
Ed? Funky regular Joe, excepting a mind like HAL (including amok fugue states); mixes a genial human facade, plentiful hormones, low cunning and high intellectualism to deceive the unwary; the average-looking, quiet guy who wins all the bar bets and leaves, smiling.
Gotta love schizophrenia on this scale.