REYNOLDS, tycho

[Agt. Tycho Reynolds]

I go by NNINJA, and my time zone is EASTERN STANDARD. I found this site by LURKING. You can contact me PM PLEASE.

`time to figure, time to sin
your time is done when you begin*

NAME:

Tycho Armageddon Reynolds.

AGE:

He was born around 1941, around the time of World War II. He appears to be in his early twenties, but he's by far older than that. His I.D. And legal documentations that he managed to acquire say he is twenty-three.

GENDER:

Male.

SEXUALITY:

Asexual/Straight.

SPECIES:

Other. He was a hybrid (human mother, demon father) but got a reaper demon soul inside of him; fuzed with his own.

NATIONALITY:

German, Italian, Russian.

OCCUPATION:

I.C.E. Agent & Handyman.

`live for suffer, live for revenge
know your life comes to an end*

APPEARANCE:

Standing at around six foot one, Tycho is the tall figure, but not intimidating. Though he has muscles (tones biceps, a four-pack of abs, etc.), he is quite small in frame. He has blue eyes, and when I say blue, I mean really blue. Deep blue in the middle and light blue on the outside; like the ocean sea; his eyes mock it. His skin tone is tanned for the man loves to be in the sun. He sometimes has facial hair, but it all depends on his mood for the day. His clothing is usually dark clothes, like black and blue, but sometimes he goes with hot colors as well.

CELEB CLAIM:

Lucas Bernardini.

`taste the blood, taste your fate
swallow your pride with your hate*

PERSONALITY:

Tycho is not a bad guy all the way, but he's a jerk. He has a very, very bad reputation and gives off that jerk vibe. When you talk to him, that vibe you got comes to reality. He is a jerk and he sure proves it most of the time. Not all, but most. He is very opiniated and believes what he wants. With that he often speaks what's on his mind, even though he may be wrong and or it may be offensive. He just doesn't care. He'a a very active man. Cannot stay still for so long. He gets bored easily and so often goes on adventures. Though he hangs out with the bad crowd, he isn't a really bad person. Sure, he will laugh at you if you get hurt and hopes for the worst, but he's not like that all the time. Sometimes he can be nice, but not all the way. It is hard for the man to be nice, considering he had to be cold to grow up and even colder when he was cursed. Don't expect him to risk his life to save you, unless he wants that adrenaline rush.

LIKES:

Anarchy, misfortune upon others, solitude – the city if by far too huge, Popeye's Chicken, reading, working, ice hockey, occupying himself, spiders, being top-dog, having other people listen to him, being adored, getting attention, scary movies, Hardrock Cafe, Mountain Dew, playing on his guitar.

DISLIKES:

Humanity, witches, getting blamed, weaklings, sympathic fools, religious people, crosses, religion in general, the French, the Spanish, authority, killing without reason, people that think they're all that, McDonald's, KFC, XBox, Football, most animals.

SECRETS:

Despite what he says, he wants to seek revenge on the witch that cursed him ad his brothers.

FEARS:

His older brothers, actually dying and never coming back, being all alone.

DREAMS:

To have a carefree and authority-free life... And that his older brothers treat him with respect one day.

STRENGTHS:

Manipulative, heals quickly, fast learner, heightened senses, his “abilities”.

WEAKNESSES:

Risk-taker, can be a sap-romantic, big-mouthed, doesn't know when to “quit”, authority, Shaden.

`your last breath, your last stance
the last of all in your command*

HISTORY:

My father was a demonized Mormon in other words. He wasn't a faithful man at all. And who could have blamed him; demon's weren't exactly faithful or loyal to one another, so it wasn't anything I expected. I was the third born. My mother, like the others, died after giving birth to me. A human mother giving birth to a demon, or well in this case a half-demon, was too strong for her to muster and she died. So I never really knew her at all, just my father, whom wasn't that much of a jerk as he is today. A few years or so after I was born, my father showed me another brother. He named him Shaden and let me hold him. So I wasn't the youngest brother anymore, I was only the second youngest. The family life on Earth wasn't the best out there. My father was never really home being one to serve in the War and all, and well, the only people in my life was our babysitter named Michelle and my brothers.

I had two brothers. They were older than me. Not twins, one older than the other. I think _____ was four years older than me and _____ was just two. Either or, I was the outcast with Shaden, the little brother of the group. The two older brothers always hung out and left Shaden and I all alone. When I was four, was when I first went to school. My brothers were in school too but they never told me how it was, so I had to find out for myself. School was different... Nothing I expected. I didn't like it. The people all smelled weird, smelled more human than I and I just didn't make any friends. My grades though were good as it was the only thing I had. It was kind of fun to be honest. I know, weird for a kid my age to think school's fun. Anyways, I did alright. Shaden did good until his high school years; he dropped out unlike me. Shanden felt like he was drifting off, but we were still tighter than with out other brothers.

As some more years passed, we were still young, Shaden just turned twenty not too long ago and we were still eating some left-over cupcakes (for he wanted them) when Damien and ___ were being just plain evil. We had a maid at the time. Her name was Minny, like Minnie Mouse if you thought about it, and well, she was the sweetest thing, but Damien and ___ decided to pull pranks on her anyways. It started some weeks ago, but today I over-heard them talking about their next installment. I didn't finish my cupcake that day and lost my appetite when I tried to stop them. They basically told me to shove it and mind my own business. Ah, my brothers. They had a stick up their read end. Nonetheless, they pulled the prank and got blueberry juice all over her clothes. She acted nice, but that day when she went home, sometime inside of her snapped. She was a witch and well, the two eldest Reynolds boys just got to her. Which meant all of us got to her.

That night, she cast a spell. A curse... On us all. She wanted us to suffer for what we did to her for weeks upon weeks upon weeks on end. She just had enough. That night, she conjured up the spell and had four small vials filled with demon souls. This was a dangerous spell, but if it took effect, the demon's soul would attach with their own and they'd become creatures as well. Little did she know that they were already half and their genes would counter-react the soul just somewhat. Nonetheless, she got the four vials and visited us late at night when we were on our own. When she knocked, Shaden answered and being who he was, allowed her inside. It was then that she dropped the first vial, stepped out of the way, and let that lost soul crawl to Shaden. Then she moved onto ____ who was getting ready to leave for a night-shift at the plant. Then was me in the kitchen; she threw the vial at me and when it shattered I was overcome with pain. Then I guess was Damien. She got us all and when we awoke the next day, we changed...

We felt more powerful, but yet more weak. It took us some years to fully understand what happened; we weren't aging. Were we cursed to be ignorant teenager/young adults forever? Who knows. But our father noticed but didn't mind. He thought we got his genes and he confessed to us what he was. Whatever though. After some years, we separated and went out separate ways. I never stayed in contact with my older brothers. Shaden though, we lived in the same city of New York, New York for the longest time. When we got too old, we got this shady man to make us new documentations and I.D.'s. It was the same every time, just a different history. Feeling tired of New York, we soon moved to New Jersey. I lived in Essex and so did Shaden; but in another area of East Orange. We don't talk much now in present-day, but we're still closer than the others and I'd still do anything for him.

**To get his current job, he went to school for some years with an internship until he got his degree and finally, after some training and applicants, he was chosen and now is an ICE agent. As for the handyman job, well, he's good around the house.

FAMILY LIFE:

Xaviar; father; alive but location unknown.
Julianna; mother, died in labor.
____; elder half-brother; alive.
Damien; second eldest half-brother; alive.
Shante; Damien's daughter; alive
Shaden; little half-brother; alive.

OTHER:

His abilities are as follows:

Absorption.The famine that he creates and the misery that is present, Tycho can basically feed off of that stuff. Draining the earth below to heal wounds; such a lovely thing – though it takes forever and makes him vulnerable. As long as something contains some sort of life; he’s in good arms.

Famine. Everyone is ‘hungry’ for something, right? Whether it be for food, attention; the body craves… It hungers for something; and Tycho grants this wish. Just with a touch, all your hungers will escalate phenomenally… Until the hunger basically kills you. It will only work when him around. If he's not close to you, you regain senses. If it lasts for a long time, Tycho as well falls into “the hunger”.

Life. Why is Tycho so young looking when he’s older than you’d think? It’s because he drains life into his own form; so he’ll look younger and fit. The magic above helps him age younger; though he prefers being at this age. With the help of Shaden; he even granted this ability to his eldest brothers; so now they can be young forever…

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