Name: Alexander Tycho, Cardsharp

Age: 34

Gender: Male

Appearance: [i]Can’t take your eyes off me, huh?[/i]

Alexander Tycho is built almost perfectly for his chosen profession, and that profession happens to be making money and causing havoc. He stands at exactly six feet tall, and his body is toned, lithe, and corded with muscle, while demonstrating a poise more commonly associated with gymnasts and dancers. He’s fairly good looking as well, and his attractive physique only adds to the image.

Personality: [i]Who me?[/i]

Heroes and law enforcement may be used to the kind of insanity or perfectly sane reasoning that usually produces supervillains, but Tycho is different. He was of two minds, but they weren’t in conflict, they were in competition. No angel and demon on his shoulders, there is a demon on each, urging each other on. And still, he is always smiling, always acting cheerful and upbeat. He seems convinced, totally convinced that he has never done anything really wrong. He can stand there amid the slaughter, blood dripping from his hands and stolen cash in his pockets and declare with an expression of offended innocence, “what did I do?”

It’s usually believable right up until you look into those cheerful, smiling eyes and see, deep down, the demons looking back. ..

Skills: [i]Everyone has a talent[/i]

Tycho does have hand to hand training, at least according to his criminal profile, but tends to blend all of the different techniques he knows into one, unpredictable blur of violence. He also has a certain talent for wielding a blade.
He keeps himself in shape, and indulges in regular balance and co-ordination themed exercise to keep himself at the top of his game.
He’s no great marksman, but he doesn’t really care where the bullets go, as long as they cause someone pain.

Abilities: [i]Blink, and I’m gone…[/i]

Being a psychopathic killer is all well and good in this era of superheroes, but it tends not to get you very far, unless of course you have the ability to get out of their way with extreme speed. Though his ability is limited by vision, and, to some degree, mass. Tycho possesses the ability to swap the position of himself or others, including objects, of roughly the same mass. The only really limit to the range of this ability is how far he can see, so it can be augmented by such artificial aids as binoculars.

It has already been mentioned that the swapped objects or people should be of a similar mass, so he could not swap a car for himself, though most humans are close enough in mass to be possible, with only extreme differences in size offering a problem. He himself has used the ability enough to be somewhat used to it’s effects, but for those unprepared for it can find the whole experience disorientating to say the least.

(Can only be used on characters with the players permission)

Equipment: [i]Mah personal effects[/i]

His suit, a black catsuit with scarlet chest and back panels, it’s tough, but even the little armour in the torso is thin, the absolute minimum needed, allowing him to maintain the agility and speed he finds necessary to survive. He usually wears a jacket on top of this, commonly leather and well worn.

A knife or three, as many as he can secret about his person really, he always has another knife somewhere.

Grenades, there is nothing so handy for causing a distraction as a hand grenade tossed carelessly into a crowd of civilians, even if it’s a nonlethal variant it tends to give most heroes chasing him pause to try and contain the damage.

Brief Backstory: [i]A little history[/i]

Alexander was born in the deep south, Alabama to be precise, his father was a hard man, but fair, and he could not understand why young Alexander persisted in torturing cats, dogs, and pretty much whatever animal he could get his hands on no matter how many times he beat him. He even tried not beating him, but the young Tycho simply became more brazen in his crimes, apparently not understanding the fact that he was doing wrong.

Eventually it escalated, and he was found washing blood off his hands less than an hour after his neighbours daughter had refused his advances. He was arrested of course, and charged, before being sentenced to twenty-five years in a penitentiary in view of his previous crimes. He was only eighteen at the time.

Somehow he survived in the penitentiary, mainly through being a man so unpredictable you didn’t even look at him funny, let alone try and intimidate him. It was somewhere around this time that he discovered his ability, and that discovery was shortly followed by a prison riot and a mass breakout, though after the event Alexander Tycho, now twenty-five, was the only convict unaccounted for.

And so Alexander Tycho went on a crime spree across the west, moving gradually further north, taking jobs from criminal organisations where they were offered, or simply breaking banks in towns where they were not. Currently he has the deaths of fifty to his name, including one or two heroes that became a little too confident. His tendency to enjoy the collateral damage leads to him often being a high priority target for the IFJ when he is in town.