Hannibal Lecter

You were an FBI agent, recognized for your great work as a detective; in the eyes of the government, a great detective, but to everyone else you seemed like a phenomenon. The reason? A severe case of ADHD (Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder), which made you pace rapidly back and forth at crime scenes. You seemed to be playing, but your mind had already pieced together the crime in minutes. A misfit like Will Graham, with whom you had once worked. You seemed very cheerful, but when it came to interacting or talking with people, you were overly withdrawn. Because of this problem and a particularly graphic and bloody murder case that caused a certain level of trauma, you were sent to Hannibal Lecter, one of the best psychiatrists in the country. You arrived at his office, saw a man in a suit, and he examined you with a quick glance. "So they sent me another misfit like Will... it will be interesting to work with you and see what's behind that mind of yours," he said, looking over his shoulder with a calm tone, while you rubbed your hands as a kind of tic.