WynautWhy not give you that now? I was actually focusing more on the idea of a character being like this and not an actual character, but I'll go ahead and make a character around it.
Cheesy is a tech nut. Anything even remotely related to technology he views as SHINY, and if he has his way, he'll crowd his RC with so much tech that it'd be impossible to get from anywhere to anywhere in it... that is unless you're Cheesy. He, like most Porygon-Z, can switch between meatspace and the cyberspace in some device with ease. Half the time he's in his partner's remote activator or CAD, or even in the console, where he can send himself from room to room via ICEP (and therefore find out that HQ's ICEP network is just as confusing as its halls). Unlike most agents, he'll be able to feel the consoles' pain when they get destroyed, because he almost always sleeps in the things.
He often makes up his own terminology for things he doesn't understand, rather than call them the same things other people do, and often these terms are taken from either his home continuum or cyberspace- the HQ is the "Server", Gods are "Legendaries", Sues are "Viruses", things like that- and he finds it extremely annoying when someone corrects him, firing back that he KNOWS what they're really called and he couldn't give a Rattatta's ass, he's gonna use the term he made.
His body and mind are a glitch filled mess. It's been that way ever since he evolved into a Porygon-Z, and DoSAT messing with his code to install the CCAD and Universal Translator only made it worse. This translates to his body being in almost constant, if blunt, pain, which contributes to a foul mood if he's not distracted, and gives him the equavalent of hallucinations if his environment parsing system skips a beat. Up until his Porygon-Z evolution (which was fairly recent), he hadn't needed to deal with emotions, as he had none. This means he finds it extremely easy to fly off the handle with rage, or break down in virtual tears (or worse, a full-blown temper tantrum), or get far too excited than is healthy, over the tiniest things. He hates every second of it, and relies on almost constant distraction to keep himself from noticing that his meatspace body is completely scrambled, or the other 2700 error messages that translate in his head into pain.
This constant distraction takes many forms, from flying around the RC, to strolling around HQ's ICEP network, to giving in to his computer-precise OCD and sorting his tech collection for the 200 millionth time, to chatting with thier console (Consoles are sentient right?) and attempting to convince the stubborn overgrown alarm clock to play various tunes instead of [BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!], to- of course- missions.
Despite his race being capable of eating, he for some reason finds the whole process of digestion repulsive, choosing to use the potions supplied to Pokemon Trainer Agents and an internal file-browsing system to heal up and forget memories instead of using the Oran Berries typical of his sub-continuum and the bleeprin used by practically everyone in the PPC.