I'd make a terrible special agent. I have scars, tattoos, secrets, and plenty of "tells" when I lie. But there are some reasons why I would fit in. I change my haircolor drastically at least every 6 weeks. My ocd allows me to pick out extraordinary or abnormal things. I firmly deny occam's razor, because more often than not, the difficult complicated solution is right too. I like to travel. I value adventure. I party.
But alas, I'll never be a secret agent, or secret anything.
Me, my body, and my intellect will have to find more domestic affairs toward which I'll focus my attention and superpowers.